From now on, the Son of Heaven does not come early

Chapter 69 Serial Bureau
"Just follow Ye Xiaoxiao's instructions!" Feng Jiang obviously felt that this was the best way, and couldn't help but look at Ye Cheng cheerfully: "The good daughter of the public family is really smart."

Ye Cheng hurriedly cupped his hands: "Where, the emperor's praise is nothing but an ignorant child."

Feng Jiang nodded with a smile, looked over Ye Cheng and looked at Ye Qin, who was behind him like a knife, feeling more satisfied.The successors of the first-class government prove that the Northeast frontier defense of the Western Jin Dynasty will be foolproof.

There are Tatars, Privets, Turks, and Uyghurs in the north, and Wei in the south. Youzhou is really not a safe place. If the Ye family hadn't been guarding Youzhou, I am afraid that it would have become someone else's territory.

"Oh, what's it like to have a good banquet?" The old queen couldn't help muttering, and everyone woke up, it was in the middle of a banquet.

"For your matter, wait for a while, Aijia has to count the days for the future side concubine of King Pingyang to come in."

As he spoke, he began to count with his fingers, but from the corner of his eye, he looked back slightly. At the end of the banquet, a person stood up, and it was Ye Qi, who was the official worshiper of the Imperial Academy.

"Your Majesty, I think that a tryst is not a matter of elegance. In terms of quality, Miss Wang's family is only suitable to be a concubine." The conversation changed, and it seemed that it had returned to the topic just now, but many people couldn't help it. I was stunned.

Hearing this, Wang Yizhi frowned, how could the daughter of his second-class uncle be a concubine?Wang Qi also frowned, and gave Ye Xiaoxiao a hard look, the tender rabbit turned her head speechlessly, don't act like she did everything by herself, okay?Really annoying!

On the Nine Dragon Seat, Feng Jiang lowered his eyelids and tapped his fingers on his knees, as if he was thinking about something.

The people around the emperor looked at him curiously. Ye Qi is the son of the first-class man, and the first-class man logically supports Feng Junran. Why do you say such things now?

Everyone couldn't figure out Ye Qi's mind for a while, so they could only remain silent.

Seeing no one making a sound, Wang Qi became more and more unhappy. How could she be a concubine?Although the side concubine is not as good as the main concubine, she is at least taller than the concubine!

So she asked urgently: "My lord, is it not public revenge?"

One sentence caused many people to frown, and Ye Xiaoxiao couldn't help rolling her eyes. She used to think that Wang Qian was smart, but she became more stupid as she got older. On such occasions, even Feng Junran would After playing enough, this person is still talking stupidly.

Feng Jiang, who was still hesitating, nodded immediately: "Then carry it in and be a concubine!"

Once the final decision was made, Wang Yizhi's face became even more ugly, and he turned his head and stared coldly at his daughter. Wang Qian could only sit back with her handkerchief in her hands. Although she didn't like being a concubine, it would be nice to take a step back and think that she could be a concubine for someone she likes.

After all, he touched the door, didn't he?
However, before the words were finished, another person stood up at the end, with gray hair but hale and hearty, it was Zhao Youcai: "The emperor's birthday is a great joy, but I still have something to say."

Seeing that it was a great Confucian, Feng Jiang quickly got up and walked over, and the people behind him also stood up.

Feng Jiang helped him up, and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhao has something to say, just say it."

Zhao Youcai smiled and said: "This old man has taught the Imperial College all his life, so he can barely be regarded as knowing a thing or two about etiquette. Gu Youyun said that those who have not graduated from elementary school are not considered adults and cannot get married, so Wang Qian has to have graduated from elementary school if she wants to pass the school." Say it again."

A few words between the two of them made the side concubine who was supposed to enter the door become a concubine, and even the day of entering the door is nowhere in sight. Who knows how many years after graduation?
One person, one set, or a series of rounds, the layout is exquisite, the emperor will think about Ye Qi's words, and the emperor will definitely agree to Zhao Youcai's words, it is simply beautiful!
Until this moment, the empress dowager, who had not moved her nest, raised the corners of her mouth and smiled, and Feng Jiang below nodded while helping Zhao Youcai back: "The old gentleman is right, just according to what the gentleman said, when did you graduate from elementary school, what?" Time to come in again!"

The emperor's words were the imperial decree, and everyone could only kneel down and raise their arms and shout long live. Wang Qian was the only one left, who stomped her feet unwillingly, but Wang Yizhi pulled her back when she wanted to open her mouth, and pressed her down on the seat.

Secretly looking for someone for a tryst at night is indecent. When such a thing happened, the emperor was willing to give her to King Pingyang, and it was just because of the second-class uncle's face. The matter has come to an end, what else is there to say?It's just more and more embarrassing!And after a while, the banquet was over, and I had to go to Dali Temple to report. After all, this was the second time my daughter had entered Dali Temple. It was ridiculous for a daughter's family!
In a banquet, some families are happy and some are sad, and even the people’s heads look like they knocked over the bottle of five flavors, and the five flavors fall down one after another. I don’t know whether to be happy or sad. I don't know that one word or one action of a person can affect the situation of the entire palace, but just in response to that sentence, everyone is drunk and I am alone, everyone has different expressions, but only Ye Xiaoxiao stands far away, See everything clearly.

This is a game, there is a small game in the big game, you plan on me and I will plan on you, after all, no one is left behind, but they still think that they are determined to win.

Looking up, grandma smiled lovingly at her, and rubbed the top of her hair with old hands: "Go out for a walk when you're drunk."

Tender Rabbit nodded, quietly withdrew from the meeting, and walked slowly to the Hundred Gardens in the backyard.

On the ninth day of September, the Double Ninth Festival, all the flowers withered, only the autumn chrysanthemums bloomed against the cold wind, and the branches supported the huge flower discs still standing straight, and the clusters bloomed delicately, showing the unruly spirit in the bones of a gentleman.

The tender rabbit squatted down, looked at the white chrysanthemums in full bloom by the side of the road, and couldn't help but curl the corners of its mouth.

Layers upon layers of petals were crowded together, and the pistils could not be seen at all, even if she couldn't hold one with her hands closed, the delicate petals were cold and soft, which made her unable to help reaching out and touching them again and again.

The lantern outside the corridor casts a fragment of light, which reflects the beauty of this picture of beautiful women appreciating flowers.

"like?"

The indifferent voice makes people feel familiar and distant.

Looking up, one can see the man in the shadow of the long corridor, with a tall figure, a cold face, slender eyes as black as ink, and stars shooting out.

Feng Junran came out of the shadows and stood under the lantern. The light falling from above reflected his silhouette in black and white. Pieces of autumn chrysanthemums made a gorgeous background, the cold wind was blowing, and autumn leaves were falling. He just stood quietly under the light, proud and unyielding, making people suddenly a little unclear whether it is a chrysanthemum like a gentleman, or a gentleman like a chrysanthemum.

Calloused fingers brushed her delicate cheeks, and her dark and slender eyes lingered on her delicate face. Feng Junran felt the smooth temperature of his fingertips, and said lightly: "Better than six years ago." , it’s even more iconic.”

(End of this chapter)