Aunt Jing's expression did not change, and she took over the erhu calmly, "The Empress played very well, and the old man's songs were also very excellent."

"Cough cough." Emperor Qiming cleared his throat and expressed his existence. The three of them hurriedly bowed. Then, at the instructions of Emperor Qiming, Aunt Jing and Yueya left respectfully.

"Concubine Chun said that the queen wanted to invite the children of medieval families in Beijing to the palace and hold a... art exhibition?" Perhaps because she had expressed her attitude before, the old emperor's appearance became brighter this time, and his majestic aura was removed as soon as he entered the palace, with a bit of kindness in his eyes.

"That's right." Faced with the leader's question, Jiang Jiang raised a bright smile, "Can Your Majesty agree to Jiang Jiang's request?"

The old emperor automatically came to her door, so she would not have had a waste of time.

"Okay." Emperor Qiming nodded slightly and pondered for a moment, "I heard that you ordered someone to give Jing'an a plaque with your own title, and I also want to summon the presidency to enter the palace to explain the scriptures."

"Yes, Jing'an Yangjiang grew up, Jiang Jiang felt that he should give him one or two rewards, and he was respectful and grateful."

Jiang Jiang used the technique of homophones and different characters to quietly change the concept of the topic, and said without changing his expression, "I have been in the palace for a long time, and Jiang Jiang almost doesn't remember the host's appearance."

In this way, she can perfectly resolve the host if she doesn't recognize the host~

"Yes." Emperor Qiming's eyes narrowed slightly, and a faint light seemed to pass through his eyes. "I should thank you for your kindness of education."

"Since that's the case, I will also give you a plaque and send it to Jing'an, and then bring the presidency of Jing'an into the palace together to fulfill your wish."

Jiang Jiang was stunned when she heard this. She didn't expect the old emperor to support her so much. Then she quickly thanked her. Emperor Qiming waved his hand and said, "It's just a matter of time." He didn't stay for a long time and left soon."

The next day, at dawn, Jiang Jiang got up with blood and tears in her eyes. While complaining that Yan Huaishu was a dog man, he rushed to the martial arts field, enduring the soreness all over his body and stretching his muscles and laying the foundation with a group of little beans.

While resting, the youngest prince in the martial arts field mustered up the courage to run over and greeted him timidly, "My son, Qingjia, met his mother."

"Qingjia." Jiang Jiang wiped the sweat from his forehead, squatted down in front of the little prince, showed a cheerful and bright smile, and confirmed, "Are you the Seventh Prince?"

The concubines would pay their respects every day, but the princess could only look at fate and be familiar with each other. She remembered that the seventh prince's biological mother seemed to be a Xiuyi and lived in the same palace as Song Zhaoyi.

Jiang Jiang's kind and gentle appearance made the seventh prince relax a lot. He nodded obediently and said crisply, "Why does the mother come here too? The mother said that the mother stayed in the Buddhist room the most often and did not like to meet people when she went out."

After saying that, he frowned and said a little aggrieved, "Yesterday, Erchen told her that her mother later went to the martial arts court. The mother did not believe it, and even scolded Erchen for lying and punishing him."

Cough, Jiang Jiang felt a little guilty. She did often reject the concubines for chanting Buddha's name, but... it was so good to sleep in.

"My mother doesn't like exercise, and her back is sore and her body is not good, so she works with you to strengthen her body."

Jiang Jiang coaxed the child with a calm face, and then comforted him and said to him softly, "It is wrong for your mother to be wronged if she doesn't ask you, but her original intention is good. She hopes that you will be a sincere person, but you should not imitate your mother's bad habits."

"But she didn't believe me last time, and said I was talking nonsense." The Seventh Prince yelled angrily, "I beat me and punished me to kneel for an hour."

"Hmm? Hit you?" Jiang Jiang looked at the seventh prince's knee with distress, "What did you say, it's so serious."

It’s not that the child is so cruel to speak nonsense. The child’s bones are still developing at the age of five or six, but he is so cruel to let him kneel for two hours. He is such a harsh tiger mom.

The seventh prince subconsciously glanced around, pursed his lips, and said silently, obviously because he was afraid of being punished.

Jiang Jiang was a little curious. Her legs were a little numb. She simply knelt on the ground, hugged the Seventh Prince's soft body and let him lean against him, whispering, "Don't worry, this is the secret between us. I won't talk nonsense, I promise."

However, the little prince still didn't say anything, and Jiang Jiang didn't force himself, and said with a smile, "Then you come to Fengqi Palace to play another day. I have a wonderful little man's book here, and there are also the fifth princess of Chunfei's family. If you come to visit, I'll give it to you, okay?"

When the child heard the novelty, his eyes were slightly brighter. At this time, the master of the martial arts field called to continue practicing. Jiang Jiang stood up and was about to leave, but she felt that her sleeve was being pulled. She turned around in confusion and saw the seventh prince pursing his lips in a tangled manner. His voice was so low that he could hardly hear what he said.

"I saw Mother Song and Wei's guards hugging each other."

Damn it! A shocking melon!

Jiang Jiang subconsciously covered the seventh prince and his mouth, and then realized that the action was too eye-catching. He quickly let go and whispered and seriously, "You can't tell others about this in the future, do you know? Otherwise, you and your mother will have trouble."

When the seventh prince heard this, he covered his mouth tightly in panic and nodded repeatedly in the woodpecker.

At noon, the sun was fierce above my head, and I felt like I was being barbecued when standing in the sun. There were very few people walking on the palace roads.

Back at Fengqi Palace, Yueya ordered the palace maid to bring herbal tea prepared early, and held a round fan and fan it gently, "The empress is always distracted, is she so energetic, is she exhausted? Otherwise, I will go to the East Palace to beg for mercy..."

"No." Jiang Jiang shook her head, pulled her collar hard to dissipate heat, sat on the phoenix chair with her legs crossed, and glanced at Crescent with her knees and chin, "How far has Song Zhaoyi's affairs been made?"

"After Zhaoyi was buried, Concubine Yan locked up the palace maids and guards around her and investigated them carefully, but she didn't ask for anything useful."

Crescent whispered softly, "It was Concubine Wen's people who found the remaining poison, so Song Zhaoyi threw it into Qinghu after being poisoned to death. However, the poison had never been seen and heard of the Imperial Hospital. The origin was unknown and it was very mysterious."

"I specially asked someone to ask Miss Song yesterday. Miss Song stopped the Empress on the excuse of Song Zhaoyi yesterday. It was really strange. I don't know what the abacus was."

"She wants me to wade into the muddy water." Jiang Jiang reached out and grabbed the red apples in the fruit plate and chewed them, frowning in depression, really puzzled, "But I... have no use in this."

If she participates in this matter, she can indirectly encounter Feng Quan. Even if the murderer cannot be found, there will be only pros and cons for her.

Wow, it's really hard to deal with. Thinking about the secret of the Seventh Prince, Jiang Jiang has a headache even more.

Song Zhaoyi was suspected of having an affair with the guard, so the little baby who died in the belly... Jiang Jiang took a breath of cold air, fog grass, dared not think or think.

The seemingly calm harem is really surging under the dark waves.

"Quinya, you..." Jiang Jiang opened his mouth but hesitated a little. Yueya nodded in confusion, "What do you want to order me?"

"..." Lin Xiuyi was so cruel that she was punished to kneel down to her children, so she must have not wanted to get involved in any way and harmed her. Jiang Jiang also promised the seventh prince, so she suppressed the idea of ​​investigating the guards, "Forget it, nothing."

After noon, Jiang Jiang resisted the course arranged by Aunt Jing, but when the student's subconscious of many years of subconsciousness made her very happy, the completion level was high, and the time was free.

"Cremlin! I want to eat barbecue tonight!" Jiang Jiang shouted at the top of his throat, holding a cup of sweet and sour fruit tea.

"I'll make arrangements." Yue Perfect Housekeeper Ya agreed neatly, Jiang Jiang cheered, and became more and more eager, "I've completed my homework today, and I'm going to go to the Buddhist temple to get a book!"

"And." Jiang Jiang grabbed the sleeve of Yueya's desire to leave and asked angrily, "Where are you promised my book?"

"Where is the book of the richest man in the world?"

How come the little queen still remembers this?

Ruiya had no choice but to hold her forehead and could only delay, "The richest man in the world has finished writing this book. I heard that she had to close the pen and not write the forbidden book after she finished writing this book. I didn't think about putting it all together for you and then present it to you, so I didn't bring it."

"Really?" Jiang Jiang expressed doubts, "Didn't you lie to me?"

"No, how could I lie to the Empress?" Yueya said calmly, and then wanted to remove the topic. "I first ask the kitchen to pickle the ingredients, and then accompany the Empress to the Buddhist temple to get the books."

Seeing this, Jiang Jiang let go of her sleeves, and threatened fiercely, "If you lied to me, I will squat on your bedside in the middle of the night every day and draw "Erquan Yingyue" for you to play a sleeping song."

When Yueya heard this, she imagined the picture in her mind, and couldn't help but shivered. She thought to herself that she quickly sent the forbidden books to the palace. She didn't want to listen to such a depressing and sad song.
Chapter completed!