Zong Zhen smiled heartily: "Why don't we get acquainted again?" ”

"My name is Zhang Jia Zongzhen, Manren, my family is an official in the court, and I am a playful little master on weekdays."

Zong Zhen was the first to introduce himself and confess his identity.

"What is Zhang Jia's relationship with you?"

As soon as Yongxuan heard the surname "Zhang Jia", and thought of the minister as an official, a person jumped out of his mind.

Zong Jian glanced at Yongxuan unexpectedly: "Zhang Jia Agui is my Marfa, in the words of the Han people, it is my grandfather or grandfather." ”

Sure enough, it's a delicate master.

Although Yongxuan has never been in the court, he also understands the weight of the four "Zhang Jia Agui" for the Manchu Qing Dynasty.

A few years ago, Zhang Jia Agui's victory in conquering Jinchuan also greatly improved his status.

Emperor Qianlong awarded him the title of first-class sincere and heroic duke, and advanced to the co-organizer of the university scholar, the secretary of the ministry and the minister of military aircraft.

After a short silence, Jiang Yi opened his mouth to introduce himself: "My name is Jiang Yi. ”

These four short words stunned the other three.

Zong Zhen: "Brother Jiang, this ...... That's gone? ”

"It's gone."

Yongxuan's curiosity was also aroused: "Then what was your previous identity?" ”

Jiang Yi closed his eyes: "Beggar." ”

My father is dead, but my mother is gone.

Uncle Chen, who had been hiding with him in Tibet, was also beaten to death, isn't his embarrassing life just a beggar?

"Kuo, you don't look like a beggar at all, right?"

A child's voice sounded in Jiang Yi's ears, and when he opened his eyes, he looked up and saw the little girl's starry eyes.

"Nian Nian."

Yongxuan snorted and motioned to her sister not to speak for the time being.

Chu Nian puffed out his cheeks and made a grimace: "The small pot pot is a person with great luck." ”

Atmospheric luck?

It's hard for the little girl to think so highly of him.

Jiang Yi lowered his eyes and pondered.

On the other side, the little girl rubbed her eyes vigorously to make sure that she really didn't mistake the purple qi on Jiang Yi's body.

Ever since she crossed over, she had been able to see the luck of others as if she had opened her eyes to heaven.

Those luck took on different colors in her eyes.

Black gas is dead air, and in the past few years, the little princess has indeed seen a lot of people who are haunted by black gas in the palace.

Except for the third sister and Princess Jing who she saw for the first time, everyone else died tragically without accident.

The thin uncle who delivered the food just now was also contaminated with black gas, and it was very rich, so he couldn't see the sun tomorrow if he didn't accidentally.

As for Ziqi, there were more people she had seen.

Purple gas has been a symbol of the emperor since ancient times, and it is the demeanor of the heavenly family.

Hongli's body is the most, so rich that there is a cloud of purple qi above the Heart Cultivation Palace.

Several princesses have purple qi on their bodies, needless to say that Xiao Chu Nian himself also has it.

Other than that, Chu Nian had never seen anyone entangled in purple qi again.

So Jiang Yi is a special case.

Xiao Chu thought about it, and inexplicably became sad.

This small pot pot can't be the child left by Huang Ama in the folk, right?

Chu Nian felt that although Huang Ama was a little older, since she could exist, it was normal to have one more one older than her!

It's just that this royal brother has been begging on the street for many years.

The more the little princess thought about it, the more she was biased, but she didn't realize it.

When he was so moved that he was in a daze, he threw himself into Jiang Yi's arms with a runny nose.

"Guo Guo (Imperial Brother)."

Yongxuan: ......

Yongxuan: "Nian Nian, I'm here." ”