The punishment of the female imperial court

Before he could even finish his words, Yu Qiansi passed by him like a gust of wind and headed outside the garden.

Suan Zhuo stamped his feet: "Oh no, the young master has already left before I told Master Si Yin."

After that, he turned around and chased after him.

Shang Fu stood there blankly for a long time, noticing that the cold wind was blowing in the garden, and the mirage of spring had completely disappeared.

His eyes were bright: "This will definitely be a great event, don't miss it!"

So he also led the robe horns and chased him out.

Yu Qiansi walked out of the corner gate and walked around to the main entrance of the garden when the carriage stopped.

The man driving the carriage, dressed in black, got out of the carriage and was in a stalemate with the plain figure at the main entrance of the garden.

She followed Boyi's gaze and saw that it was Wang Song.

Before Wang Song could break the inexplicable deadlock, many people emerged from behind Wang Song, shouting and asking, but they did not dare to step forward. Wang Song remained motionless like a dam, blocking the courtiers who came like a tide behind him.

"Young Master, can your Majesty be in the car?"

Wang Song's eyes slowly moved toward the small carriage covered with thick curtains, his brows filled with solemnity.

Boyi also jumped out of the car, said something softly, opened the heavy curtain with one hand, and leaned out of the car.

It was the young emperor, wearing coarse clothes with new patches on the cuffs. The crown is not tied up, but the hair has been carefully taken care of. It is gathered together at the top and tied with a budding plum blossom branch.

Yu Qiansi looked at Jiang Jiqing's dress, her eyes lingered on the hair binding for a long time, and she frowned unconsciously.

Those people were dim-sighted, but she could see clearly. The coarse linen clothes were clean, neat, and well-fitting. It's not like I borrowed it randomly. Some redness can also be seen oozing out on the chest, arms and other places.

It's not that simple.

Yu Qiansi and Wang Song continued to stare at the curtain behind the saint.

After Jiang Jiqing jumped out of the carriage, he extended his hand to the carriage. A pair of quivering palms gently placed on his arms, and he used his strength to jump off the carriage.

Boyi lowered his eyes and said nothing, and the courtiers also stood blankly on the spot.

Where did the woman come from?

Looking at Jing Chai in the cloth skirt, she turns out to be a country woman!

Could it be that I saw it wrong?

But no matter how many times I look at it, the man with the country woman half in his arms and his eyes full of tenderness, isn't that His Majesty?
Zhongshu Ling Zhang Gao looked at Wang Song who said nothing and sighed secretly.

If he doesn't act at this time, he may be used as a raft by the Qingliu party again.

Therefore, you should first kneel to the ground and shout long live the mountain.

The others also came to their senses immediately and bowed down one by one.

Yu Qiansi and Suan Zhuo and other Wuya guards who were chasing behind him also knelt down.

The woman seemed to have seen this terrifying formation for the first time. Her face turned pale with fright, and she looked at Jiang Jiqing in panic. She wanted to take her hand back, but Jiang Jiqing held it tightly.

It was rare for Jiang Jiqing to smile freely. He kept his strength in his hands, but patted the woman's hand with his other hand. His palm was warm, gentle and gentle.

When he turned to face everyone, he slowly stopped smiling, but his eyes still had the same childish and clear light as before.

"Thank you for your hard work, gentlemen."

The woman finally broke away from Jiang Jiqing, and crawled to the ground with everyone else. She put her forehead on the back of her hands and buried her head deeply, feeling extremely terrified.

Jiang Jiqing only felt that his hands were empty, the curve of the corner of his mouth disappeared a little, and he lowered his eyes to look at the prostrate woman at his feet.

The temperature in the palm of my hand is still there, but how long can it stay warm?
He clenched his fists, laughed deeply again, and swallowed back the sigh that was about to escape his lips. This time, he held her arms without any refusal and helped her up before everyone else got up.

"Be flat."

Boyi didn't say a word, but he could feel the eyes falling on him. Among them, the most difficult thing for him to ignore was the look from Yu Qiansi.

The Feng family had a precedent of marrying girls into the palace. Would she think that she had colluded with the Feng family to send girls from the Feng family into the royal family?

Boyi raised his head and met Yu Qiansi's gaze.

I left in silence for many days, and I don’t know what happened in the meantime. Seeing that everyone was not hostile towards her, she must have been the mediator and shouldered a lot of responsibilities for herself.

The Feng family was already on guard against themselves. When he chased him that day, he took away his saber, presumably to use it to sow discord. No matter how much Aru trusted him, he still owed her an apology.

From beginning to end, Wang Song just looked at the young man in front of him who should have called him "cousin" affectionately, but the young man avoided his gaze.

Just like every time, when the young man was lazy and didn't do his homework, he was shy and affectionate.

"Your Majesty is injured. Please ask the imperial physician to diagnose your Majesty's pulse first."

Jiang Jiqing showed some panic after hearing this, and looked at Wang Song earnestly, but did not let go of the woman's hand.

"Cousin."

Whenever Wang Song asked for help, he would call himself "cousin."

Not the "cousin" in friendly and playful situations, nor the "younger father-in-law" who is alienated from the court, but the "cousin".

"Exhibit" means closeness.

"Brother" shows respect.

But he felt cold in his heart and couldn't help but cough again.

When Yu Qiansi saw this, he said coldly: "Why don't you send your Majesty to have your pulse diagnosed quickly?"

Jiang Jiqing looked at her, his clear eyes as before, full of grievances, as if he knew he had done something wrong, but did not dare to say anything due to pressure.

She smiled coldly, laughing at herself that she really couldn't understand people's hearts.

This person who acted respectful and obedient to the young master every day in front of the courtiers, actually easily fooled everyone around him.

Now that he's looking at me like this, does he still think that I will treat his mother the same way as before?

Suan Zhuo took the order to invite His Majesty, but Jiang Jiqing was unwilling to let go of the woman's hands.

"What about her?"

"There are differences between men and women. Your Majesty, please take the first step. I just saw that this girl seemed to be frightened, and I wanted Master Yu to prescribe a prescription for her to treat fear." Wang Song finally managed to stop coughing, feeling weak. He said: "Don't worry, I will order someone to take good care of this girl. She won't be too far away from you."

Jiang Jiqing breathed a sigh of relief and warned earnestly: "Don't worry, Mr. Yu who is diagnosing your pulse is from the famous Yu family. He has very good medical skills! I will be next to you and change the medicine for the wound." Come looking for you!"

Yu Qiansi took the order and walked over.

Boyi, who had been standing aside with his head bowed, felt the scent that belonged to her gradually approaching, raised his head and met her eyes.

The person whom I had been thinking about every day appeared in front of me, looking at him with a touch of concern in my shallow eyes, as if looking for a wound. But he was still dressed in black and couldn't tell clearly.

Boyi felt relieved and his eyes were full of warmth.

He shook his head slightly, indicating to Yu Qiansi not to worry.

Yu Qiansi didn't miss every detail, but she felt a little relieved when she saw that there were no wounds on his face and hands. (End of chapter)