With the broadening of her horizons, Jiang Chan became more and more bored with the deception in the shopping mall, she thought about it, and after graduation, she wanted to buy a piece of land, raise a few big dogs there, plant the Chinese medicine she liked, occasionally make medicine, and sit and watch the clouds roll up.

Thinking about this, Jiang Chan fell into a deep sleep......

On the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, Jiang Chan returned to his small home in the city. She wants to decorate the house well. As for the jadeite she used to gamble on, as well as the two antiques that she had missed, she had all sent them to the Bogu shelf at home.

Now Jiang Chan has mastered French, English, German and Spanish, and there are many books piled up on the shelves in the study, most of which are original books in these languages.

There are also many types of books on fashion design, medical books, and informational books.

In one corner of the study, Jiang Chan carved out a workbench with various colored fabrics, tape measures, scissors, needles and threads, sewing machines, and so on. She went all over the fabric market to find the fabrics herself, and it cost more than 100,000 yuan to buy them all.

This money is like the speed of flowing water, Jiang Chan is eyes do not blink, can be spent to earn.

Before the start of school, Gu Jianchen finally got the driver's license that he promised to help Jiang Chan, and after looking at his driver's license, Jiang Chan casually threw it in his backpack. She is not considering buying a car at the moment, and she will have to go to study abroad in half a year, and she will not need it if she buys it, but it is more convenient to have a driver's license.

When it came to the start of school, Jiang Chan sat back in the classroom and became a senior in high school. At the beginning of the new semester, the learning atmosphere in the class has become more tense, and the countdown on the blackboard is decreasing day by day.

Jiang Chan is still step-by-step, usually when the teacher lectures, she does her own things below, and sorts out the knowledge points for everyone during the evening self-study, and the life is good.

As for Momo, who has always been inseparable, he still follows Jiang Chan to and from class. The existence of Momo can't be hidden from others, at least the teachers in the class know that considering that Momo does not affect classroom discipline, the teachers just turn a blind eye and don't say anything about Momo's existence.

After a long time, Jiang Chan inevitably misses the magnificent life of other worlds. Looking at the physics test paper in his hand, he had already answered all the questions, and there was still an hour before the end of the exam, Jiang Chan simply went to find a task world to relax.

After picking a few in the mission hall, Jiang Chan crushed the soul light ball......

"Niangniang, Your Majesty has died, you must hold on. An old female voice sounded, her tone full of worry.

Jiang Chan didn't open his eyes and quickly analyzed the scene in front of him. Thinking that she was back when Emperor Zhao Xian had just died, she, the queen, fainted because of excessive sadness.

As for the one holding her hand, it was the original owner's mother, Duchess Anguo, Sun, who was also the original owner's mother.

Thinking that there are still a bunch of things to deal with in front of me, it is really unreasonable for me to lie here. Jiang Chan's eyelashes moved, and he opened his eyes slowly.

"Come on, change clothes. He said a few words in a hoarse voice, and Jiang Chan frowned uncomfortably. How long had she been crying? She felt that her eyes were swollen and a little painful.

The palace maids lowered their eyebrows and stepped forward to change Jiang Chan's clothes, and Sun sat on the side and looked at it in a daze, why did she feel that something was not right after her daughter woke up?

She thought about it for a while, and only thought that her daughter was too sad because of the emperor's death, so she didn't say anything.

"Let's go to the front hall. Jiang Chan stood up and looked at the immature girl in the mirror, a little surprised by the young of the original owner, who seemed to be only sixteen or seventeen years old.

Also, the original owner entered the palace in a hurry, if it weren't for her sister Ye Yunwei's difficult birth, leaving only a little prince, the matter of entering the palace would not have fallen on her head.

She was supposed to be under the protection of the family, waiting to marry at home with peace of mind, and she would never enter the palace again and become a member of the harem.

Palace, Jiang Chan frowned, she really hadn't experienced such a world. At the thought of fighting wits and courage with those old foxes, Jiang Chan's blood suddenly boiled.

Following the memory of the original owner, Jiang Chan arrived at the front hall, where the ministers knelt on the ground, and several of the emperor's concubines were also crying and grabbing the ground, listening to the mourning.

Jiang Chan stepped forward slowly, his face was dry: "The emperor has died, what should we do is follow the etiquette system, and the Ministry of Etiquette has put more thought into this aspect." ”

"Obey the will of the mother. An official of the Ministry of Rites responded loudly and looked at the concubines who were staying by the dragon's bed: "I don't know ...... this funeral."

As soon as they heard the word martyrdom, the bodies of those concubines were shaken, especially those who had no children, and they wept even more miserably.

Jiang Cicada's hairs are about to stand on end, what a cruel act to be martyred? But seeing that no minister raised objections, I think there was a precedent for this matter before.

"It is too cruel to bury the living, and the first emperor has always practiced benevolent government, and he must not want to see such a tragedy. Seeing that some people wanted to object, Jiang Chan took the lead in moving the first emperor out.

"The terracotta figurines were fired according to the system and buried in the imperial tomb with His Majesty's body. After thinking about it for a while, Jiang Chan made this suggestion. The ministers pouted, this system had been in place before, so they didn't say anything more.

Hearing that there was no need to be martyred, those concubines were relieved and looked at Jiang Chan with grateful eyes. If the young queen mother agreed to be buried alive, almost all of them who had no children and no daughters would die.

If her sister had been here, perhaps she would have agreed to be buried by the living, but that one was kind on the face, but in fact the means were ruthless.

It took half a month for the national funeral to be handled. The former emperor Zhao Xian only had one son, Zhao Yi, who is now less than six months old, and he is still a baby doll.

He has two daughters, the eldest Zhao Runbing is thirteen years old, and the younger Zhao Runqing is only six years old. Jiang Chan has also seen it these days, and the two princesses look like frightened birds, and they don't look atmospheric at all.

Obviously, they were raised by their mother and concubine, and of course this is also related to Zhao Xian's distraction. In the memory of the original owner, the number of times she and Zhao Xian met was also pitiful, the emperor threw himself on government affairs all day long, without distractions, and he rarely went to those concubines in the harem.

As for the first queen, that is, the sister of the original owner, there are not many means at all, just looking at the only one prince in the palace after so many years, you can know her wrists.

It can be said that the harem is the dominant one in her family, if it weren't for her difficult birth, she would be the queen mother in the future.

Today is the first early dynasty after the national mourning period, Jiang Chan naturally became the queen mother, as for her cheap son, his father had already been made the crown prince when he was alive, and he would be the little emperor.