The first peasant girl of splendid elegance

Chapter 142 New Year's Eve (5)
Ning Zichen frowned very tightly, not doing anything else, but constantly digesting Ning Yuejin's words.

Sometimes complaints are complaints, but he has a dream in his heart, that is to re-name his biological mother and move into the royal ancestral tomb.

And to achieve this, there is only one way to go, and that is to ascend to the golden dragon throne that everyone in Tianqi Kingdom covets, and aspire to the throne.

after that……

After that, he initially thought about not being an emperor, but he was so scared by the emperor's uncle's "nonsense" that he didn't dare to think about it anymore.

He respects the emperor's uncle and loves him even more. He has given himself the literary and martial arts strategy. He will always study and study in his palace every night in the dead of night. One is to not let the emperor down. The other point is that he knows in his heart that the emperor's uncle is a person who cares about the common people but has no intention of the throne, so he takes on this responsibility for the emperor's uncle, so that he can do what he wants to do happily.

Clenching his small fist hidden in the hot spring, he kept swearing in his heart that he would let the emperor see a prosperous and prosperous Tianqi Empire.

Although there are four emperor brothers around him, each of them is staring at the highest position, but he just believes that as long as the emperor uncle wants to do it, he will succeed, a little blind but firmly convinced.

Time passed by little by little, and Ning Zichen gradually fell asleep because he was thinking too much and exhausted his energy.

Seeing Ning Yuejin, she stood up, the drops of water all over her body slipped instantly, and when she raised her arm, a strong internal force urged her, and the brocade robe hanging on a plum branch volleyed towards her.

Putting on his robe, he stepped out of the hot spring. It was as cold as in winter, and then he put a piece of clothing on Ning Zichen, and walked out of Luomei Pavilion with him in his arms.

Inside Qianlu Pavilion, a man in black armor was standing quietly in front of the door, and if one didn't look carefully, he could be easily overlooked in the night, and the long aura, no need to guess, was a master among masters .

"Jing Heng, send your master back."

"Yes, my lord!" Jing Heng stepped forward to take Ning Zichen, and bowed respectfully to Ning Yuejin. After a few ups and downs, he disappeared into the huge Prince Jin's mansion.

Tomorrow is the palace banquet. It seems that at this time of year, he will be particularly disgusted. For those rich officials, even the beauties in the harem, for the strong smell of powder that keeps lingering around him, for those few who seem to respect him. But the nephew who is always on the embankment is very disgusted, but he can't do it if he doesn't go. After all, the only emperor brother is getting dilapidated year by year. Maybe one day he will die quietly. In order to prevent the people from suffering , he must have a showdown with him earlier.

I just don't know if my increasingly dizzy mind can still make sense.

Dreaming of immortality, dreaming of three thousand imperial daughters, under the influence of various elixirs, his originally strong body is now sallow and skinny, but he has never regretted the original decision to let the virtuous Otherwise, even if he sits firmly on the throne, he can take it easily, but now he has to think about it. Those nephews seem to have no talent for governing the country, but they are all ruthless. If they are not careful, they may be bloody Flow into a river.

The night was very dark, he was wearing a white brocade robe, fluttering in the cold wind, walking with his hands behind his back, slowly walked out of the Four Seasons Pavilion, and walked towards the study in the front yard.

Stepping into the study room, a warm spring-like breath rushes towards the face, dispelling the chill along the way.

The long black hair has already evaporated under the urging of internal force. At this time, it is softly attached to the back, reflecting the stunning facial features, and it is even more fair and proud. Everyone who sees him can't help but I will think of the banished immortal who came from the wind.

In the study room, on the left wall, a portrait of a figure of equal height hangs on it.

The woman inside, wrapped in plain clothes, has a graceful waist and a graceful figure. Her facial features are not particularly outstanding, but because of her beautiful eyes, she adds a kind of charm that is difficult to remove. It contains coldness, domineering, Gentle, even ruthless, so similar to him, and it is precisely because of this commonality that his heart keeps beating wildly.

On the day he returned to his home, he splashed ink and made a composition. He thought he would not miss it so much, but when he saw this portrait, he suddenly realized that the woman had already left such a deep mark on his heart. Every smile, every move, seems to be right in front of your eyes.

Sitting on the soft couch in the study, raising his hands to press the corners of his eyebrows, he was a little tired after all the thinking and planning all day long, but it was true, he was said to be a fairy, but he was still just a mortal after all.

Ordinary people have desires, and he thought it was ridiculous, but in the end he had to admit that his desires might not be inferior to anyone else.

At least, in the past twenty years, he never had the idea of ​​getting a woman urgently, never.

After Miao Ruo left, Jun Yao found Wuyou and Qiao'er, pointed to the two small boxes on the table in front of them, and said to them: "Open it and have a look, it's an annual gift from your handsome uncle. "

When the two little guys heard that there was a gift to take, they were overjoyed at the time. Each of them had a box, and they rushed to open it. Suddenly, the exclamation of the two kids rang out in the room.

Jun Yao was also curious, she stepped forward to take a look, but was a little startled, not because of the gift inside, but because she didn't expect him to know these two children so well.

Qiaoer's box contains a whole set of clothes, from the inner clothes to shoes and socks, and all kinds of extremely delicate jewelry, all of which are suitable for Qiaoer's age group. The thread pattern is embroidered with clusters of plum blossoms. At first glance, it seems that you can smell the faint cold plum fragrance, just like his body.

And in Wuyou's box, it's very simple, there are some brand new books, there are as many as twenty or thirty books, and there is also a set of four treasures of the study, the inkstone, which is exactly the same as the one given to Song Qingchen at the beginning, which surprised him so much The pen holder is also made of white jade, and the paper is super thick, which is almost as high as the box. Each paper is delicate and white in color.

Jun Yao was a little curious, took out a piece of paper from inside, and then went back to the room to write two characters, and then found that the ink rhyme was clear, the texture was visible, and the layers were distinct, obviously it was the best rice paper.

Then Jun Yao took this piece of rice paper in his hand and looked at it himself, and finally came to a conclusion: light as a cicada's wing and white as snow, trembling like fine silk without making a sound.

This is the best portrayal of the world's best rice paper.

"That prodigal old man, my son hasn't started teaching yet, so send this thing, and he will become famous in the future. I see what else you have to offer."

In modern times, rice paper of such texture costs a few dollars each, and in this era of backward craftsmanship, the price is estimated to be even more expensive.

(End of this chapter)