(Cat pounces Chinese) can think about it, she is already a veritable princess Xiao, do you still use it to borrow money from the emperor's creditor?

"Husband, just go?" Ji Qingge raised his willow eyebrows lightly, and asked Di Jinxuan. I saw him stretch out his hand and lift the thick curtain, and replied lightly

"How do you get there?" Through the open carriage window, Ji Qingge enjoyed the night view of the city. The ancient city of Jiangnan, which is as beautiful as a paradise on earth, is brightly lit.

As the carriage slowly moved forward, the sound of silk and bamboo in the ears became clearer. The sound of the guqin was accompanied by a low and muffled sound, as well as the sound of laughter from the luxurious mansion in front of him, which made Ji Qingge frown slightly after hearing it.

She looked at it and saw two big words shining on the plaque at the entrance of the luxurious mansion

The vigorous handwriting of "Yan Mansion" came into view, and she stretched out her hand to point to the luxurious mansion and asked Di Jinxuan

"Lord Wang, is that the Assassin's Mansion?"

"Hmm." Di Jinxuan replied lightly. He saw that Yan Li and Yan Muqian were both standing outside the door of the vermilion lacquer gate, and after the carriage stopped, he walked towards the carriage.

When the courtiers saw Prince Xiao and Princess Xiao, they inevitably had to act as monarchs and ministers. Even if Yan Li and Yan Muqian are considered to be Ji Qingge's elders and her distant cousins, they cannot be an exception.

After the polite greetings, Yan Muqian personally welcomed Ji Qingge and his party into the Assassin's Mansion. Walking into the spacious and chic courtyard of the Thorn Mansion, Ji Qingge only raised his eyes and saw Hua Baohu and other Qi army generals sitting in the luxurious hall.

The chatter and laughter of the guests came to an abrupt end after the arrival of Prince Xiao and his party. In the luxurious hall of Nuoda, there was only the sound of the guqin.

Ji Qingge couldn't help but wonder in his heart, and looked at the masked woman stroking the piano behind the screen with a puzzled look. I saw that the woman was combing her hair in a beautiful bun, and her eyebrows and eyes looked a little like Yan Xiyun.

is also a little like Ji Qingge himself. After she and Di Jinxuan were welcomed to the most honorable position and sat down, they heard the voices of several other Qi army generals.

"The ninth lady of the Assassin Shi family knows the rhythm of music and is very smart."

"Where is the ......" Yan Muqian's eyes showed a little smugness, but his mouth was extremely modest and polite.

Say what to say Thank you Lord Hua for raising her love, and said that his little girl's wonderful dance is just a beginner and can't be appreciated so highly.

"Brother, if I'm not mistaken, junior brother, the wonderful dance of your mansion is only one day younger than Princess Xiao, right?" Yan Li took the teacup handed over by a maidservant and said.

"Exactly." When the song was over, Yan Muqian asked Yan Miaowu to come and salute all the Qi army generals present.

"Little girl Yan Miaowu, I would like to say hello to all the adults." Yan Miaowu saluted respectfully, her charming peach blossom eyes narrowed shallowly, and quickly swept over Di Jinxuan's handsome face.

There was a hint of shyness in her eyes, and she lowered her head slightly. When Yan Miaowu turned around and left the hall, she didn't forget to glance back at Di Jinxuan.

In that look, there was no sense of alienation, but it was like Yan Miaowu looking at one of her lovers after a long absence.

A hint of displeasure flashed in Ji Qingge's eyes. It is said that ancient women were reserved enough, but Yan Miaowu in front of her dared to throw an ambiguous look at Prince Xiao in front of her, Princess Xiao.

It's too much of a deception! Someone said it just now, saying that Yan Miaowu's name was taken by Mrs. Ji Yan Xinying.

At first, Ji Qingge was still a little confused, but after seeing Yan Muqian nodding and admitting, she no longer doubted.

It turned out that Yan Miaowu's biological mother, Zhu Jiyue, was the younger sister of Mrs. Ji's wife Yan Xinying and Jin Lan. After Mrs. Ji got married, she returned to Yancheng Province and picked up Zhu Jiyue as a guest at Yan Renshu's house.

She stroked the piano and wished Jiyue to dance, and the two sisters talked happily. At that time, after a joyful discussion, they chose the name of their future child.

Yan Xinying said

"I'm not good at naming male dolls. But my family Mochen said that he wanted to have a daughter who looked like me. ”

"My sister wants to have a son, after all, my sister ...... It has no status in the Yan Mansion. But my daughter is also very good and has a good heart. Zhu Jiyue's eyes flashed with a trace of sadness, and said.

"If it's a daughter, my sister has two nice names. Sister, you can see the song and the wonderful dance...... How is it? As soon as Yan Xinying proposed, she was supported by Zhu Jiyue.

Later, their daughter came into this world. So the daughter of the door was named Ji Qingge, and the ninth lady of the assassin family was called Yan Miaowu.

Speaking of this, Yan Muqian let out a long sigh. He reached out and stroked his beard, and said in a vicissitudes of life

The old man didn't know if Ji Yue's death was providence. Thinking that Miao Wu had lost his mother so early, the old man was ...... in his heart, "For Yan Muqian's good intentions, Ji Qingge guessed one or two.

If he didn't want his ninth daughter to show up in front of Prince Xiao, why did he go to the trouble of holding such a luxurious feast?

If he didn't want to marry the royal family, why bother to let his own daughter dance for the Qi generals present?

After the dinner, Ji Qingge and Di Jinxuan left the Thorn History Mansion and returned to the Jinyan Inn located by the Yanjiang River.

Although there were a few pots of charcoal fire in the guest room of the inn, Ji Qingge still felt a little cold. Listening to the terrible sound of the wind outside the window, she couldn't help but sigh

"It's cold if there is a charcoal fire in the house, how can those who don't have a charcoal fire survive the winter?" After all, the charcoal brought from the capital is very limited.

Although the disaster relief materials have been distributed to the victims of the disaster in Yancheng, there are still not many practical problems solved.

Especially the poor people whose houses collapsed, before the Qi army helped them build new houses, they had to temporarily borrow an old inn in Yancheng.

Three meals a day were sent to them by the government......

"Qingge, you're also tired for a day, so take a bath and rest early." Di Jinxuan found a short cotton coat for her and said.

When Ji Qingge came out after bathing, she saw that her family's emperor and creditor had already warmed the quilt.

In addition to being delighted, she couldn't help but sigh

"When I was bathing, Zixin and the others said that Yancheng was colder than the Imperial City."

"And then?" What's the matter, Yancheng is an ancient city in the south, and it is not colder than the imperial city in the north.

Zixin said that Lord Xiao only wore a robe all the way. But he never thought that as soon as he arrived in Yancheng, he would put on all the fox furs. Isn't it just that the city is colder than the imperial city? "What is there to talk about him?

Di Jinxuan glared at Ji Qingge angrily and said

"Aren't you annoyed by listening to their nonsense all day long?"

"What's going to bother?" Ji Qingge pursed his lips, glanced at Di Jinxuan, and said in Zixin's tone

"I heard that when our Prince Xiao was in Northern Xinjiang, he dared to go swimming in winter. But when I saw Yanjiang today, Prince Xiao didn't let people retreat anymore. The right earlobe was gently twisted by Di Jinxuan, and his deep voice rang in her ear and asked

"This king doesn't go to the river because he doesn't have that spare time. If the concubine doesn't believe it, you can go to the river and wait to see how the king swims in the water and fishes by the way. ”

"Don't." What kind of water is swimming in the winter? Ji Qingge removed Di Jinxuan's hand that was holding her right earlobe, reached out and tucked the brocade quilt, and said embarrassedly

"When I heard what the prince said, I was cold and panicked. If you really want to fish, just pick a warm day. ”

"It's better to choose a day than to hit the day, right now." After the candlelight was blown out by Di Jinxuan getting up, he said. Cat flutter Chinese