"Sister, are you a fairy?"

The seventh emperor grandson said sweetly, with his eyes wide open and not afraid of being angry. He just sat on the ground and greeted Jiang Zirou happily.

As the emperor's grandson.

Although the Seventh Emperor Grandson is young, he has already had a vague understanding of the difference between men and women.

In the palace.

Of course there are many beauties he has seen.

But this is the first time I have seen someone with a superb temperament like Jiang Zirou.

Jiang Zirou pursed her lips and her expression became serious.

The little fat man shrank his head and looked at Jiang Zirou with a little hesitation, as if he couldn't tell whether the girl in front of him was a good person or a bad person.

At this time.

Jiang Zirou laughed out loud.

She slapped the little fat man's head with a "slap".

What's your name? I'm your aunt.

She originally wanted to say that, but she always felt that it was a little inconsistent with the current atmosphere.

In the end, Jiang Zirou didn't say anything.

Just reached out to soften the soft little fat man's head.

"Who am I...you may know in the future..."

The subordinates exert force.

Jiang Zirou slashed the seventh emperor's head with a knife.

"Bang!"

Memory elimination magic power·Physics!

The little fat man rolled his eyes.

My whole body became soft and I fell to the ground.

Jiang Zirou grabbed the back collar.

Use light force under your feet.

The two of them were already flying towards the palace.

...

afterwards.

The Seventh Emperor's Grandson suffered a serious illness.

Fortunately, the imperial doctor in the palace had great skills and was successfully rescued.

As for the fact that he was hijacked by an assassin.

No one knows about it except Jiang Zirou.

Even the seventh prince grandson who is the party involved.

I can't tell whether the experience that night was a dream or something that happened.

But after this happened.

The palace was much more vigilant.

The seventh emperor grandson was recuperating in the palace.

The Sutra Pavilion has returned to its original quiet and deep appearance again.

Jiang Zirou was so happy that she was leisurely.

Sign in and practice every day, clean and clean.

When I was bored, I took out a few books from the vast sea of ​​smoky files in the Sutra Pavilion to read.

Over time.

I have a deeper impression of all aspects of this world.

Jiang Zirou has excellent talent.

With the help of the system, the martial arts cultivation has been a thousand miles a day.

The barrier that plagued ordinary warriors for half their lives almost did not exist in front of Jiang Zirou.

Days pass by day.

Jiang Zirou thought she would hide in the corner as usual and quietly watch the disputes and changes in this huge dynasty.

But never thought.

But half a month later.

Madam Li, the head of the Sutra Library's palaces who had not met for a long time, found her again.

"Madam Li, is something happening?"

Jiang Zirou asked curiously.

Three years passed in a flash, but Madam Li seemed to be in her teens, her waist was hunched, her eyes were dim, her face was drooping, and her whole body was filled with a dusk aura.

"Cough~ Cough~ Zirou... tomorrow, there will be noble people in the Sutra Pavilion. You must clean the Sutra Pavilion today and receive him well tomorrow."

"This distinguished guest is..."

Jiang Zirou frowned.

"It's the third prince."

Madam Li looked up and looked at Jiang Zirou.

He sighed and said.

The Third Prince... did the incident come because of the Seventh Prince? Or did you simply want to find some books and files?

Jiang Zirou was confused.

But he nodded seriously and watched Madam Li stagger away.

...

the next day.

Jiang Zirou got up early and waited outside the Sutra Pavilion.

It was eight or nine o'clock.

The sun rises and the light shines.

A large group of guards, eunuchs and palace maids gathered in a large golden nanmu wooden carriage to the gate of the Sutra Pavilion.

Around the crowd.

A young man in a yellow robe walked down from the carriage.

He looks about twenty-seven or twenty-eight.

He has sword eyebrows, starry eyes, a tall figure, and a very good appearance. He holds a handful of books in his hand, and has a bit of a great scholar's temperament.

But the skin is a little pale, and the black hair cannot cover up a little white hair.

Obviously it is caused by overwork.

This is the third prince of the Daxia Dynasty today. Because he was born by the queen, he is also the crown prince of the enthronement.

certainly.

Judging from his blood relationship, he is also Jiang Zirou's half-brother.

"It seems that being an emperor and a prince is not a good thing."

Jiang Zirou thought to herself.

The martial arts of the Great Xia Dynasty flourished.

Therefore, the etiquette between the monarch and the minister is not complicated, so Jiang Zirou only needs to bow her head and bow her knees.

Follow the crowd.

Jiang Zirou entered a room filled with sandalwood and filled with good fruit and refreshments in the Sutra Pavilion.

At the beginning.

Jiang Zirou thought that the third prince came for the seventh prince.

But things didn't seem to be what Jiang Zirou imagined.

The third prince sat in the Sutra Pavilion.
To be continued...