A morning passed quietly, the ministers faced the saints over, and the queen's tea party was also coming to an end.

The ladies looked at each other, chatting with each other were all pearls and jades, the parents were short, and no one dared to mention the Yongle County Lord.

Even those ladies who are innocent and have no stain on their sons have kept their mouths shut up.

Everyone understands that the county lord is unwilling, and behind the county lord, there are also people who are unwilling.

Qiao's family has a big tree, and it is indeed a good choice for climbing relatives.

But whether this can be climbed or not is a big problem.

Everyone is a smart person, this troubled water, it's better not to wade around.

So, when the father and son of the Qiao family finished everything and came to Mingxiangyuan with a cheerful and comfortable pace, hoping to get good news from here.

A basin of cold water poured them cold.

Good news?

Looking at the fairy paintings in front of them, Qiao Yin and Qiao Xuan felt a chill.

Don't ask, ask is that they suddenly remembered the fear of being dominated by the notice of the hired woman that morning.

These paintings are very similar to the notices.

Gritting their teeth, the father and son of the Qiao family couldn't wait to strangle Jun Yan to death.

This lack of virtue is also a little lacking in virtue.

Don't think we don't know you did it, who but you can invade the palace in the middle of the night and change these paintings to look like this?

Queen: "You say, these paintings were all changed by the little prince of the Jun family, Jun Yan?" ”

Looking at the angry expressions of his brother and nephew, the queen's delicate face was indescribably surprised.

Because she knows very little about Jun Yan.

A few days ago, the master of the king's mansion returned to the court, and the emperor had a headache for several days, during which he often mentioned this junyan.

Later, Qin'er was ordered to preside over the army, and she heard a little about it.

Xindao, a young man who can be as famous as his nephew and make the Northern Barbarians frightened, must not be an ordinary person.

She wanted to see it at the reception banquet, but the reception banquet was canceled again.

So she, as a queen, has never seen Jun Yan.

Now listening to the meaning of my brother and nephew, this little prince of the Jun family and Le'er still have a relationship?

For a moment, the queen was filled with curiosity.

In Qiao Le's words, it is the soul of gossip in the body that is burning and may break through the seal at any time.

Queen: (✺ω✺)!

Qiao's father and son: "......"

Nodding, Qiao Yin said solemnly:

"That kid is very ghostly, who else but him? It's a pity that we are happy and beautiful, but we lost this great opportunity to choose a son-in-law. This kid ......"

I'm angry, he wants it.

Qiao Yin: "Xuan'er, you have to think of a solution to this matter!" ”

Qiao Xuan: "......"

Dad, do you think I can solve it?

Or do you figure it out yourself?

For Qiao Xuan, it is not only Jun Yan who is difficult to solve, but also their Le'er.

If it's just Jun Yan's wishful thinking, then he can still give it a go.

But recently, I don't know if it's his delusion, he found that his cabbage is about to start arching pigs......

Hard, very hard.

In short, the sister is right to listen to and want to cut people.

Queen: "Brother, in fact, compared with Jun Yan, the people selected by this palace are still a little worse." Have you ever thought about the way back? ”

staring at her brother, the queen was also a little troubled.

Because the Qiao family and the Jun family are indeed ......

Qiao Yin: "Hey......"

sighed, Qiao Yin's expression finally cooled down completely.

Indeed, this matter must be solved by him.

Qiao Xuan: "Father......

Qiao Yin: "Find, go all out to find Jun Yan's mistakes, flaws, stains and everything that is not good for him." Tianzhong genius, there is no one in ten thousand, such a junior, once he grows up, what else do we talk about protecting the Chu family? ”

Le'er, who are you not good with......