Jiang Jiang held her face in her hands while watching the show, thinking that the quiet and well-behaved Jiang He was so coaxable that he was pushed out to be the first.

Yan Huaishu, that rigid old cadre, could tell at a glance that he had no interest. Distance brings beauty. Just wait, and as time went by, all his illusions became disillusioned.

"Your Highness, can you agree?" Jiang He suppressed his excitement and excitement, "In a hunting ground on the outskirts of Beijing, Jiang He is waiting for Your Highness."

"Do you think I am free?" Yan Huaishu looked at her and sneered, then took the teapot on the side and poured a glass of water, and said slowly, "I am busy with government affairs, so I only have time to attend this banquet.

, and ten days later, do you know that in eight days it will be the day when the Qin envoys will enter the capital?"

"Go back and ask Wen Bohou, he will definitely know."

Yan Huaishu took a sip of tea to soothe his throat, glanced at Jiang He's frozen smiling face, tapped his slender fingers on the desk, nonchalantly, "On such a hot day, riding a hunt in a light helmet, but

You’ll get heat stroke.”

"The purpose of my riding and shooting practice is to take away an enemy's life on the battlefield. If it is used for entertainment... I will disdain it."

After the man in the black robe finished speaking, Jiang He's face turned pale. He could only calmly bowed and left hastily with tears in his eyes.

Jiang Jiang sat on the ground and clicked her tongue in confusion. Yan Huaishu was really a werewolf and he was too cruel to girls.

Oh, I am a solitary student, I will draw a circle and curse you.

Jiang Jiang, who was drawing circles, suddenly saw a corner of his robe in front of his eyes. It was made of ink and had an auspicious cloud pattern outlined with gold lines on the edge. It was simple yet dignified.

It looks a bit familiar.

At this time, a familiar voice came from above his head. He suppressed his voice, which was a little low and a little cold.

"stand up."

Jiang Jiang raised her head stiffly and glanced into those deep eyes. She smiled ingratiatingly and waved her hand to say hello, "Hey, how about lunch."

"Hey, hey, don't carry me!"

Jiang Jiang was forced to stand up, and her short legs quickly tried to keep up with the man's pace, "Walk slower, slower, the clothes are stuck in my neck!"

Following the small door to the side hall, Jiang Jiang finally got free and wanted to collapse on the chair, but because of the man's sharp eyes, she was so frightened that she stood upright with her head raised and her chest raised.

Standard military posture, just shouting to report to the commander.

The little queen's eyes were timid. Yan Huaishu rubbed his brows with a headache, "What kind of monster are you doing today?"

"It's nothing, it's just... I'm afraid they won't feel comfortable, so I just want to come back later..."

"Then when did you come?" If Nanling hadn't found out earlier, I don't know how long he would have been laughed at by her.

"Ahem, um..." Jiang Jiang lowered her eyelids guiltily and grabbed the corner of her clothes, "I'm almost the same as you."

Hearing this, Yan Huaishu took a look at the clothes she was wearing that were very similar to those of a palace maid, and frowned slightly, "Are you going to see people wearing these clothes today?"

"Of course not." Jiang Jiang raised her hand and pulled off her belt, lowered her head and began to unbutton her clothes. Yan Huaishu quickly turned around and held his head against his headache.

How did Wenbo Houfu teach the little queen?

Jiang Jiang heard the noise and raised her head to see the man with his back to her. She couldn't help laughing and poked his back.

"Brother, I just wrapped myself in a robe to show off. What are you afraid of?"

Yan Huaishu: "..."

After neatly removing her clothes, Jiang Jiang straightened her wrinkled phoenix robe. Fortunately, it wasn't hot today, otherwise she would have had prickly heat.

She took out the Jiufeng Buyao from her sleeve, handed it to Yan Huaishu, and urged, "Put it on for me, there is no mirror here."

This step was very familiar. Yan Huaishu hesitated for a moment and took it. The little queen obediently came over and raised her hand to show him the position, "Here, just place it a little above the tassel step."

Yan Huaishu had never done this before, so he put it on the little queen carefully and clumsily, and asked specifically, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Jiang Jiang was satisfied and waved to him, "You go back, I have to go in through the main hall."

After saying that, she picked up her skirt and ran out of the side hall in small steps.

Jiang Jiang stood under the verandah and saw the backs of the concubines walking into the palace at a glance. Concubine Xindao Chun should have arrived as well. Since she and Yan Huaishu were there, there shouldn't be any problems.

Then he hugged the pillar and looked eagerly at the palace gate, expecting the crescent moon to appear.

"The Queen?"

Suddenly a female voice came from behind. Jiang Jiang turned around and couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, "Miss Song."

Song Shuzhen, who knelt in front of her chariot that day and begged her to redress her sister's injustice.

"Since your Majesty is here, why don't you enter the palace?" Song Shuzhen's eyes were a little gloomy, which was very different from the initial impression of those peaceful days.

"I left something behind, and the maid went back to the palace to get it." Jiang Jiang showed an official smile and said politely, "Why did Miss Song come out?"

Song Shuzhen laughed at herself, "Your Majesty, you should understand Shuzhen's current situation." Her sister's incident brought shame to the Song family, and she had already been ostracized.

"I offended you that day, please forgive me." She let out the depression in her heart, but it was still extremely heavy. Song Shuzhen lowered her eyes.

"Shu Zhen didn't know what kind of evil possessed her that day. She was determined that the empress would intervene in the matter, and she was only one step away. After returning home, thinking of the scene at that time, Shu Zhen felt a little ridiculous and scary."

"It's as scary as a puppet controlled by someone."

Jiang Jiang is very forgetful and doesn't want to mention the past anymore. "I don't care anymore. Miss Song doesn't need to worry about it."

But seeing Song Shuzhen's gloomy and depressed look, she softened her heart and said, "Miss Song, if you look forward, if you keep thinking about the past, you will only be stuck in the darkness and unable to find a way out."

The little queen's eyes were clean and clear, but Song Shuzhen did not dare to look directly at her, and avoided her eyes in a panic. She hurriedly turned around and said, "Shuzhen, please leave."

After Song Shuzhen left, Yue Ya came back not long after, and the master and servant entered the palace.

"Welcome to the Queen—"

Jiang Jiang straightened her back and sat down while maintaining the manner a queen should have. When the hall became warm again, her straight back slumped slightly and she couldn't help but rub her waist.

I won't hold banquets anymore. I have to put on airs in every move. It's so tiring. It's just asking for trouble.

Yan Huaishu was sitting on the left side of Jiang Jiang, facing down a little. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the little queen's face looking numb and wilting, and he knew that what she was most interested in was probably watching the show in hiding.

"I have official business, so why don't I have a painting competition? Let's get started."

Huh? After just a few mouthfuls of food, Yan Huaishu is about to push forward.

Jiang Jiang was stuck for a few seconds, then she cleared her throat and said, "Then... someone, bring the painting up."

After a while, each of the palace attendants filed into the palace, each holding a painting in their hands.

Jiang Jiang turned her head and looked behind her, wanting Yue Ya to tell her the rules, but found that she was nowhere to be found. She glanced around in confusion. Concubine Chun noticed the abnormality above, stood up with a smile, and said the rules again, "Everyone, everyone.

You know, the theme of today’s art exhibition is lifelike.”

"The colorful head is a picture album painted by the Queen, and a pair of colorful glass lamps presented as tribute from southern Xinjiang."

"The ladies also have their own prizes, it depends on who can take them away."

"Where is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?" Concubine Wen smiled elegantly, "Your Highness can't just come for a formality, right? That would be boring."

Hearing this, Yan Huaishu glanced at Jiang Jiang and said it was just a formality. Just now, countless noble ladies came over, and they were extremely annoyed. Now he has to dig out his pocket to pay for the lottery.

Jiang Jiang moved her eyes away with a guilty conscience.

Although he was tricked, Yan Huaishu remained calm and hooked his hand toward Nanling. When he came over, he raised his hand and took out the long sword from his waist, and put it on the table.

"The prize of this palace is this sword."

"Pfft..." Jiang Jiang almost spit out the fruit wine she just drank.

"Okay, the lottery is enough." She raised her hand to signal, "Let's choose."

After she finished speaking, Yue Ya came back. Before Jiang Jiang could ask her where she had just been, she saw her face solemn and whispered, "Mother, there is a fire in the studio."

"What?!" Jiang Jiang was stunned, the studio was on fire?!

She stood up in a hurry, not caring that there were so many people in the palace. She lifted up her skirt and left from the small door. She didn't even sit in the Fengqian, and ran quickly to Fengqi Palace.

Don’t let her paintings turn into a pile of ashes!

"What's wrong with the Queen?"

"I don't know, what happened? I look so anxious."

"Isn't that better than painting?"

The young ladies and gentlemen discussed in private. Jiang He suppressed his anger and secretly cursed Jiang Jiang for slipping up at the critical moment. The concubines also exchanged puzzled looks.

"Why is the little queen gone?"

"Maybe something happened to Fengqi Palace."

Yan Huaishu motioned to Changling to follow him and take a look, and then calmly said in a deep voice, "Continue."

Concubine Chun recovered from this unexpected incident and quickly calmed down her emotions, "There are some matters to be dealt with in the Queen's Palace. Let's continue with the exhibition."

Beside Concubine Wen, a personal maid came up and whispered, "The Queen's studio is on fire."

"Did you take action in advance?" Concubine Wen frowned. Didn't she say she would do it at night?

The maid shook her head slightly and said, "They are not our people."

"Mother, is it from Concubine Yan's side?"

Concubine Wen picked up the wine glass in front of her and took a sip naturally, "I don't know either."
Chapter completed!