Guo Su's jaw should be.

Yan Gu frowned slightly.

After getting off the court, he caught up with Guo Su, and talked about Yan Qi's hobbies and the early winter season very much, and suggested that the Ministry of Rites set the auspicious day around October.

Guo Su didn't know these details, but he remembered them in his heart and thanked Yan Gu.

Yan Gu said with a smile: "Zi'an can enter the Jade Butterfly, and this king is also very happy." People are soft-spoken, and they can only do their best. ”

Saying that, he waved his hands casually: "I don't deserve Lord Guo's thanks." ”

Guo Su didn't comment on this.

But Yan Gu has a low status, so he will always be humble between talks, which is known to all dynasties, Guo Su listened to it at the moment, and there was no difference on his face, so he said a few words of greeting and went back to the government office.

The crown princess and Jiang Lingran returned to the city.

There were many pedestrians in the market, and the carriage stopped for a while, and the conversation outside the carriage reached the ears of several people in the carriage.

"I heard that the Ministry of Rites has drawn up a date, and it will be set for October."

"There is another prince in the capital, and the court is about to move."

"Shhh

The person who was reminded smiled disapprerovingly: "Who can Qi Gongzi's mind be hidden?" I don't know how many people in the palace and outside the palace are talking, let's talk about it privately, it's okay! ”

In the carriage, Jiang Lingran looked at the crown princess with a worried look.

He has kept a low profile for so many years, and now that the party struggle is beginning to emerge, whether it is the prince or several princes, there is some bloody anger in the hearts of the princes, Yan Qi suddenly became public at this time, I am afraid that it is not good!

I remembered that he told her when he was in Huangjue Temple that he would find a way to come to the Holy Decree.

Could this be his way?

It's just stupid!

There's nothing more important than being alive!

The crown princess sipped her tea without a look, and when she was about to arrive at Erhe Street, she opened her mouth and instructed Yingcai: "Can I take the copied scriptures with me?" When I enter the palace later, I will ask my father and queen mother to say goodbye. ”

Yingcai smiled and took out two boxes: "Ready, don't worry, the princess." ”

The crown princess nodded.

The carriage sent Jiang Lingran to Jiang's mansion, she said goodbye to the crown princess, watched the carriage go away, and entered the mansion with a heavy heart.

A few people came up to greet him, shushing the cold and asking for warmth.

Jiang Lingran responded listlessly and said a few words, and entered the inner room.

Xiang Zhu didn't know what was going on, but seeing that she was in a bad mood, they didn't dare to disturb her, so they just waited outside the door.

It wasn't until dinner that Jiang Lingran came out.

The little briquette had already smelled the smell of ginger and was scratching his lungs outside the door, and when he saw someone coming out, he leaned up, sniffed his shoes, and bit his skirt.

Jiang Lingran bent down to pick it up and said, "It's heavy." ”

Xiang Zhu smiled: "I may have eaten it now." ”

Jiang Lingran smiled: "It's good to be able to eat, it's good to be fat." He scratched his stomach as he spoke.

After dinner, she waited for Yan Qi to come, but no one came until the time of the child.

The next day was the same.

Jiang Lingran was secretly anxious in his heart, did he plan to stay in the palace for a long time? !

If he doesn't have that heart, he should avoid suspicion.

Living like this, even if you don't have that heart, you are mistaken for having it.

What the hell was he thinking?

Since returning from Huangjue Temple, the prefectures have come to invite her to the house one after another, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, the festivals of the various prefectures will also be sent out, Zhuangzi has sent a lot of things, and the shop has also come to settle the monthly accounts.

Jiang Lingran was very busy.

But she would still wait for the child in the evening.

Yan Qi did not appear.

Jiang Lingran gradually became a little annoyed, he must have known that she was worried, but she didn't show up, she was really a bastard!

The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming to an eye in the blink of an eye

Early in the morning, people from the Pingsu Marquis Mansion came to the door to defeat the mood.

Uncle Wen drove the person away, and he didn't tell Jiang Lingran, so as not to make her angry.

The emperor was infected with the wind cold, and Yan Qi had been sick for half a month.

At the Mid-Autumn Festival Palace banquet, he ignored the analysis and looked in all directions, and slowly sipped the osmanthus brew.

Looking at the moon hanging high through the open window in front of him, his eyebrows frowned slightly.

Jiang Ji is not at home, she is alone, she must be cold and lonely.

He drank it all in one gulp.

Halfway through the feast, he was slightly drunk, and sat with his forehead propped up, drowsy.

The emperor always paid attention to Yan Qi's side, and seeing that he had a lot of wine, he asked Xiaofuzi to take him to change clothes.

Everyone's meticulous concern for the emperor is secretly jealous.

The queen and the crown princess exchanged glances, separated again, and ate separately.

The prince wrote to him that he supported Yan Qi to enter the Jade Butterfly.

What else can they say?

Out of the main hall, Yan Qi blew the wind, as if he was a little sober, and pushed away Xiao Fucai's hand that was holding him.

Xiao Fucai opened his hand to protect him in fear at first, and he was relieved to see that he was walking steadily.

When he arrived at Zizhuxuan, Yan Qi changed his clothes, washed his face, collapsed in the chair, and said, "I'm a little hungry." ”

Xiaofuzi hurriedly said: "What does Childe want to use?" The servant then went and ordered the imperial dining room to prepare. ”

Yan Qi said: "The moon cakes during the banquet taste good, prepare a box." ”

Xiao Fucai was surprised: "One by one? ”

A plate is already a lot, a box, who can eat it?

Didn't you drink too much and your mouth was scooping?

Yan Qi nodded: "A box!" ”

Xiao Fuzi heard it right, Yan Qi didn't say it wrong, he nodded busily, turned around and went out.

The moon cakes were ready-made, and Xiaofuzi quickly packed the box and rushed back.

Yan Qi opened it and looked at it, making sure that he was eating it and thought it was good, so he picked it up and said, "I'm out of the palace." ”

Xiao Fucai hurriedly followed: "The son has drunk wine, and it is getting late, and the palace doors are locked, why don't you leave the palace tomorrow?" ”

Yan Qi said: "It's okay. ”

None of the guards at the nine gates of the palace dared to stop Yan Qi, he went out of the palace, did not return home, and went directly to Erhe Street.

Tinglan Garden is lively.

The little maids got the silver reward, got the moon cake snacks, and thanked Jiang Lingran happily.

Jiang Lingran accompanied them for a while, and then sent them out.

Xiang Zhu thought that Jiang Lingran was tired, and thought that she had little for dinner, so he said: "Aunt Pear has prepared wine-stuffed balls for the girl, and the slave maid will bring them, and you can sleep with a little." ”

Jiang Lingran nodded, got up and walked to the bookshelf, chose a book at random, and sat in the recliner to read.

The night breeze was slightly cool, and Xiang Zhu closed the window and left to go to the kitchen.

The little briquette whimpered and swirled on the edge of the recliner, Jiang Lingran looked down at it for a while, then stretched out a palm, the small briquette sniffed, climbed onto the palm, Jiang Lingran scooped it up and put it on his body.

The little briquette played with Jiang Lingran's sleeve for a while, and then fell asleep tired.

The book in Jiang Lingran's hand has not lifted the page since she opened it, she rested on the small table next to her, held the small briquette, turned over, and fell asleep.

When she was not asleep, the little briquette in her arms broke free from her hand, jumped down, and screamed twice at the door, and wagged her tail quickly.

Jiang Lingran sat up, walked to it and squatted down, and pointed his finger at its head: "Is Xiangzhu back, you smell the smell of rice?" ”

The door creaked open.

The briquettes swooped over.

Jiang Lingran turned his eyes to look, a pair of shoes with black brocade pressed gold thread in his eyes, the corners of the royal blue robe embroidered with blessing patterns, and upward, carrying a food box in his hand with distinct bones, and the red paint reflected the white skin, which was extraordinarily gorgeous.

Further up, there was the clear and handsome face she was familiar with.