The son and the Nine Emperor Princes befriended Zhen Jieyu know, she had the heart to stop it, but she couldn't stop her son from being a child, and no one liked to take care of him since he was a child, so he was willing to stick to this younger brother.

Fortunately, although the Nine Emperors are favored, they are not the ones who can win the heir after all, so they can only give up in the end.

"Well, the ninth brother also bought a lot!"

Zhen Jieyu was more curious when she heard these strange things.

Since the Nine Emperors were found in the palace, it can be said that they are bigger than her, the concubine, and they don't go out of the second door.

She also went to the imperial garden to take a walk when there were few people and were free, and the Nine Emperor Princes did not even go out of the palace gate.

Now you're willing to leave the palace because of a strange thing?

Not only Zhen Jieyu has such thoughts, but also Xue Guifei in Yuhua Palace.

"Out of the palace with the Eighth Prince?" After hearing the news, Xue Hua frowned. "Where did you go?"

"I went to a newly opened small shop on Chang'an Avenue that sells groceries."

Hearing this, Xue Hua Ning breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, it's probably Gu Chenglin's idea, you go down and keep staring."

Since Gu Chengyuan came back, Xue Hua Ning breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, the people sent out were useless, and he failed to leave the people in the northwest completely.

Song Jing came back, and the emperor naturally had Gu Chengyuan's movements, so he couldn't do it, Xue Huaning simply sent someone to "invite" someone back in advance.

It's a hidden danger to put it outside, so it's better to catch it and look at it under your nose.

It's been more than a year since I came back, but today's sudden exit from the palace made Xue Hua Ning feel faintly uneasy.

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Some things are like grass seeds, once they are planted in the ground, they can grow wildly all over the mountains.

The Lin Supply and Marketing Cooperatives on Chang'an Street have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and have become a place where everyone from the court to the people has been discussed.

"Lord Wang, have you been to that place called the Lin Supply and Marketing Cooperative?"

"Go, I've never seen anything in there this big, it's amazing!"

"It's strange to say, it's unheard of in such a small shop, but you see-"

The latter words are not explained, but the hearts of the mixed officialdom are also clear.

At the foot of the imperial city, which shop restaurant doesn't have a backstage background? Such a small shop, if nothing else, just say that the things it sells are enough for others to covet, but ......

It is like a flat boat floating in the sea, but it is not falling down when the wind and waves invade.

Just like when it first opened, some people were curious but didn't enter the door, and now there are people who speculate about who is backstage in this shop, but they are just quietly watching.

"But it is said that the Eighth Prince and the Ninth Emperor have been there, and this is ......"

"Okay, let's not guess, we'll always know when the time comes."

Even if it's the emperor, he can't get anything sold in this store!

And just when everyone was guessing who was standing behind the Lin Supply and Marketing Cooperative, Song Jing entered the palace with a smile and crossed the Ming Road in front of Emperor Yongxuan.

"Uncle Huang, I have nothing to do and open a shop to play."

As the prince of the world, Song Jing lives like an idle prince on weekdays, with an official position but never goes to court, only when the emperor sends him to do something, he will swagger through the market in the name of a minister.

"You came to report to me about this little thing?" Emperor Yongxuan glanced at Song Jing with a smile.

"Oh, it's worthy of the emperor's uncle, I can't hide anything from you."

Song Jing can be said to have no scruples compared to the princes.

He is just a son, the emperor's five sons, even if two die, this throne will not fall on his head. Therefore, Emperor Yongxuan was extremely tolerant of Song Jing, who was a sweet talker.

While patting Emperor Yongxuan's dragon fart, Song Jing took the small wooden box he brought and asked the chamberlain to carry it and put it in front of him.

Later, under the secretly surprised gaze of Emperor Yongxuan, all the things he brought were introduced.

"These things ......"

Even he, the emperor, had never heard of it, "Where did you come from?" ”

Song Jing touched his nose weakly under Emperor Yongxuan's scrutinizing gaze, and then leaned forward and whispered, "This is a peasant family I met when I went back to the northwest. ”

"Peasant households?"

Farmers are farmers, how can they still pretend to be ghosts?

Besides, how can the peasant family have these rare treasures?

In Emperor Yongxuan's opinion, what kind of flashlight and watch are enough to be regarded as rare treasures.

"Uncle Huang, that peasant family is not an ordinary person, the old lady of that family, I heard that she is blessed by the gods!"

Hearing this, Emperor Yongxuan frowned, and wanted to say that he was silent, but when he thought of the officials in the palace, he silently swallowed the words that came to his mouth.

Seeing that Emperor Yongxuan's face was full of words and stopped, wanting to ask but not knowing how to speak, Song Jing continued to explain to him empathetically: "The man from that family went early, leaving only ......"

Before Song Jing returned to Beijing, he asked people to find out all the Lin family's background.

At first, it was just to confirm Gu Chengyuan's safety, but he didn't think that it would be used.

Song Jing was very good at writing, and after telling the story of the Lin family, even Emperor Yongxuan, who was originally skeptical, believed it for seven or eight points.

"Are you saying that these things are all given by ...... gods?"

"If it weren't for that, Jing'er wouldn't know how to explain where they came from."

Song Jing's words were ambiguous.

He didn't know where these things came from, but he knew that it must have something to do with Lin Fengqin.

So he put things on the bright side with half-truths. Even if Emperor Yongxuan sent someone to investigate at that time, it would be worthy of what he said.

In the end, Song Jing left his things behind, and got up to leave under the pretext that he was going to find Gu Chengyuan.

Out of Xingqing Palace, Song Jing rubbed his face that had been smiling stiffly just now and walked towards Changding Palace.

"Grandma Lin asked me to tell you, don't worry, when the time comes, you can do whatever you want."

When he arrived in the Changding Palace, Song Jing was not polite, leaned on Gu Chengyuan's couch, and poured himself a cup of tea.

"I'm not in a hurry." After a long time, Gu Chengyuan replied angrily.

Although he didn't leave the palace this year, he handed over everything to Ying Yi and Song Jing. The plan has been going on in the shadows.

He originally thought that he could endure all the indifference in the palace to wait, but it wasn't until he saw the person he had always wanted to see that he realized that these two words had been haunting his heart.

"You're not in a hurry, someone is in a hurry." Song Jing didn't poke his mind either. "There is news from Zhou Mian in the northwest, saying that there will be news in Beijing in the near future."

Before everyone knew it, the Lin Supply and Marketing Cooperatives had already crossed the road in front of Emperor Yongxuan. As the name of the small shop gradually spread, a few people couldn't help but want to tempt.

"Yo, what are you selling?"

The richly dressed son entered the door, but his eyes were glued to Lin Chun'er.

After last year, Lin Chun'er combed her hair into a woman's appearance despite persuasion. She felt that it was better to go out more than less, and it was always inconvenient for a girl to look like a girl.

"Childe, please feel free to take a look."

Greeting, Lin Chun'er stepped back without a trace.

I had encountered such a thing in Liangcheng before, and Lin Dashan, who heard the voice, stepped forward with a smile and blocked in front of his daughter. He put away the side that used to only move his fists, and it was a lot more sleek.

"Heh, how can these things be beautiful and beautiful?"

Brother Gongzi's words and deeds were frivolous, Lin Dashan stretched out his hand and pinched his thigh at his side, but the smile on his face became brighter and brighter.