Zhao Ding stood aside.

My eldest nephew's brain circuit is really...

Hmm, let's not talk about it....

Their uncle and nephew seemed to be ...... each other

Zhao Chongyuan glared at Zhao Qingzhan angrily, waved his hand and said, "Go down." ”

"Yes."

Zhao Qingzhan snorted honestly.

Although Zhao Ding was a little unhappy in his heart, he finally arched his hand.

Follow Zhao Qingzhan towards the outside of Kunning Palace.

"Remember to report to Guozijian tomorrow."

looked at the back of Zhao Ding who was about to leave.

Zhao Chongyuan couldn't help but shout.

"Got it."

Zhao Ding rolled his eyes and lazily waved his hand behind him.

After Zhao Ding left.

"I don't know what kind of sin I have created, why did I put such a rebel on the shelf."

Zhao Chongyuan sighed, like a deflated ball, glanced at Queen Ma who was sitting on the side, and said helplessly: "Ruying, what do you say Lao Jiu, this little bastard, has in his head?" Isn't it just to marry a wife, and make him like I hurt him. ”

"Maybe the twisted melon is really not sweet?"

Queen Ma sighed leisurely.

"What a twisted melon is not sweet after all."

Zhao Chongyuan squinted at Queen Ma: "Since ancient times, the orders of his parents and the words of the matchmaker, besides, marrying Xu Tiande's daughter is also good for him, and I am not trying to harm him." ”

"Ugh."

After thinking about it, Queen Ma didn't speak again after all.

Being a royal descendant may seem like a golden spoon to outsiders, but it also means that you are at the center of the political vortex from the beginning.

How easy is it to be alone?

If you don't fight, others fight, if you don't fight, others fight.

Is it really that simple for you to escape from this vortex?

Thinking of this, Queen Ma didn't say anything more after all.

Three days passed.

It seems that nothing has happened in the Daqian court, but in fact it is treacherous.

All eyes looked in the direction of the Yan Wangfu.

Morning.

Guozijian's robe was sent by Zhao Chongyuan to the Yanwang Mansion.

Although Zhao Ding was a little unhappy, he had no choice but to change into the uniform robe of the Guozijian and follow the attendants in the palace towards the Guozijian.

The earliest origin of Guozijian has long been traceable, but in this era, Daqian Guozijian is subordinate to Jixian Academy, under the jurisdiction of Guozixue, setting up sacrificial wine, business, and in charge of the decree; Supervisor, who specializes in supervising affairs.

It is the highest institution of learning and education management institution in Daqian.

Hearing that Zhao Ding was really coming, Zhao Qingzhan rushed to the Wenhua Hall in the Guozi Prison early in the morning with great interest.

There are also many princes and grandsons of the Daqian royal family gathered beside him.

One by one, they followed behind Zhao Qingzhan curiously and looked towards the Wenhua Palace.

In Zhao Qingzhan's eyes.

His ninth uncle is much more interesting than those old scholars in the country's prison.

Especially this time, the ninth uncle of his family did not come to study, but to make sacrificial wine.

Moment.

Zhao Qingzhan was even more excited.

In the entire capital, I don't know how many talented people are waiting to chase after his aunt of the Xu family.

What happened.

I can only watch with my eyes.

There was his grandfather's marriage.

The talented daughter of the Xu family, who is famous in the capital, has and can only marry his ninth uncle.

For this.

Morning.

Outside the prison of the country.

In addition to Zhao Qingzhan and the princes and grandsons of the Great Qian.

There was also this mahogany carriage quietly parked at the gate of the Guozijian.

There was no one in the car, only a yellow-toothed groom sitting outside the car, and nothing else.

But only a big Xu character looks particularly dazzling.

It's not someone else's car.

It was the carriage of the Patriotic Mansion.

At this moment, although there was no one else around the carriage, there were already a lot of so-called young talents who were only wearing a thin layer of green clothes in order to maintain their demeanor in the cold wind.

In the bleak autumn wind, the fallen leaves hit.

A group of landscape fans are obviously not hot, but they can fan vigorously.

Hence the occasional sneeze.

Yawn!

I don't know who sneezed.

Moment.

Under the gatehouse not far from the Xu family's carriage, there were bursts of sneezing.

Seeing Zhao Qingzhan grinning.

A group of people who are full of brains and only know are also sour Confucians, and they also want to marry his aunt of the Xu family?

Dreaming.

And at this moment, on that mahogany carriage.

It was closed on all sides, leaving only a gap to see the carriage outside.

A woman in a long white dress sat quietly in the middle of the luan, holding a stove in her slender hands.

The snow-white skin and the plain white skirt are perfectly blended together, the skirt is shining like snow and moonlight, flowing and leaning on the ground, as if it is an elf who does not know the fireworks in the world, everything around seems to be eclipsed, and with the cold wisps of this late autumn, it adds a touch of Guanghan fairy spirit.

At this moment, he sat quietly in the carriage, looking out of the curtain through the gap.

Beside her, a maid knelt beside her, pouring the fragrant charcoal from the hot basin in front of the woman in white from time to time.

"Let's go."

Half an hour later.

A cold voice sounded inside the carriage.

The voice is elegant, like the quiet sound of the hollow valley, with a wisp of immortal aura in the coldness.

As the woman's voice fell.

Outside the car curtain.

The groom picked up the whip and whipped the reins, harnessed the black steed, slowly turned around, and walked towards the inside of the national prison.

"Miss Xu."

"Xu sacrificial wine."

As the carriage slowly turned around and walked towards the inside of the national prison.

Those so-called young talents who had been waiting in the cold wind for a long time suddenly walked forward quickly, looked inside the curtain of the car and shouted.

But there was no response from the carriage.

As if they hadn't heard it.

Continue to let the carriage walk towards the gate of the Guozijian.

"Dada~~~~~"

Just as the carriage was about to enter the gate of the country.

A horse that was also completely black galloped towards him on all fours.

Immediately, a young man in a azure robe rode his horse.

Quickly ran towards the inside of the national prison.

As he ran, he shouted: "Get out of the way, get out of the way, don't report in front of this king, if it's too late, this king will be late." ”

And look at the young man in the azure robe who rode up.

Zhao Qingzhan, who had been waiting here for a long time, suddenly became excited, looked at the young man and waved his hand again and again.

"Uncle Nine, Uncle Nine, this, this, you ran wrong."

"Eh, the wrong run?

Uh...."

Zhao Ding touched his nose.

Quickly grabbed the reins and ran towards the door where Zhao Qingzhan was standing.

I haven't been to school for more than ten or twenty years.

Still in school?

This is really tossing him to death.

And as Zhao Ding stopped in front of Zhao Qingzhan, a group of palace attendants behind him also caught up breathlessly.

Zhao Qingzhan ignored these attendants, walked to Zhao Ding's side, and whispered to the carriage that was heading towards the Guozijian in the other gate of the Guozijian in the distance, and shouted in a low voice: "Uncle Jiu, that's the Xu family's aunt's car, didn't you go up to say hello?" ”

And at the same time.

Inside the carriage.

The maid who was kneeling beside Xu Ruoyun also looked at Xu Ruoyun and reminded in a low voice: "Miss, Lord Yan is here, do you want to?" ”

PS: The first chapter has arrived! Who said my writing is bad, is my writing bad? Scold!