Chapter 87.
Emperor Longtai's eyes were cold.

Supporting Concubine Nalan is the power to divide the Nalan family. Since Concubine Nalan has a big heart and Ji Changzheng can't help, then the concubine and her son are equivalent to abandoning their children.

Noble Concubine Nalan, no, the freshly baked Concubine Ke had tears in her eyes, she wanted to say something, and finally turned it into a sentence, "My concubine, thank you Lord Long En."

After serving this man for so long, there is no shadow of her in his heart from beginning to end.

Her son is her reliance.

It has to be said that even though Concubine Ke and Empress Nalan are not very likable, they have the same calmness, which is more or less admirable.

Emperor Longtai had no intention of embarrassing Concubine Ke too much, he shook his sleeves, turned to look at Ji Shaoyuan, kindly, "Yuan Yuan has been praying for three years, and now he is back, and he can move in when the Princess Mansion is completed. I have not touched the Wuheng Hall." , the place where the soul of your mother's empress returns will be sacrificed every year, and it must not be moved. Zhaoyang Palace is close to Weiyang Palace, so you just need to live there."

"Father loves so much, my daughter is ashamed to be worthy."

Ji Shaoyuan and Emperor Longtai performed a good show of father-daughter love in public. Of course, even if they didn't perform, the attitude of Emperor Longtai in the past three years is not enough to explain everything?

Because Concubine Ke was demoted, Ji Changzheng did not dare to act rashly for the time being, so he secretly glared at Ji Shaoyuan with resentful eyes.

All in all, the welcoming ceremony came to an end with Ji Shaoyuan's unrivaled limelight.

Emperor Longtai took the initiative to hold Ji Shaoyuan's hand and climbed onto the altar of the ancestral temple, which caused an uproar from the crowd.

In the ancestral temple, the ancestral mansion Yin who manages the ancestral mansion is a gray-bearded, highly respected old prince, and he added Ji Shaoyuan's name in order according to the procedure.

So far, unless Ji Shaoyuan commits a serious crime of treason, as a royal family, no one can kill her.

Ji Shaoyuan found out that Emperor Longtai whispered something to the old prince again, the old prince nodded and took a step back to give Emperor Longtai Ji Shaoyuan a chance to offer incense.

Tell the world, solemnly, that is not just talk.After all the busy work, Ji Shaoyuan's back hurts and he is very tired.

Emperor Longtai was in good spirits, but his physical condition was not as good as before, and a little sweat flowed from his forehead. Seeing this, Ji Shaoyuan greeted him with concern, "Father, if you are tired, you can go back to rest early. My daughter will be accompanied by Gong'e, it will be fine."

"It's okay, it's nothing to take you for a few steps."

Emperor Longtai then took Ji Shaoyuan's hand and walked down slowly.

Ji Shaoyuan once again became the target of public criticism.

At the end of the ceremony, all civil and military officials, female families and relatives dispersed, leaving only Emperor Longtai and his concubines, princes and princesses in place.

Empress Nalan's smile remained unchanged, Concubine Ke was quiet, Concubine Wan Shu was ecstatic, Concubine Li Xian was calm...all beings are in various states.

Princess Shou'an drinks medicine all the year round, her body is thin, and her whole face is as white as snow.Compared with the sixth princess Huikang and the eighth princess Yuhua, one is pretty and the other is lively, which can be described as eye-catching.

The Ninth Prince, the youngest prince in the palace, has probably been neglected all year round. He is small, childish, and somewhat timid.

Ji Shaoyuan looked it over and said, fortunately, these princesses and princes are not particularly difficult to get along with.Prince Ji Changhe secretly cast a friendly look at Ji Shaoyuan. As an older brother, he can only do this.

Ji Shaoyuan nodded as a response.Ji Changhe is much better than Ji Changzheng, he is not blinded all day long.

On one side, Ji Changzheng's fist was bulging with veins, he probably wanted to do something, but in the end...

"Ah! Who put it on my head..."

Ji Changzheng was so busy getting angry that he forgot to avoid the slop bucket in front of him, preferring to say "shit is coming".

(End of this chapter)

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