Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

Yin Zhen lowered his head and touched his forehead to Jiuli's. He was already hugging her, his brows relaxed and extremely gentle.

"Otherwise, you can do whatever you want with me, as long as you are happy." Yin Zhen's tone was like honey.

"Well, does that mean whatever I say is the truth?" Jiuli nestled in Yin Zhen's arms, twirling the jade pendant on her waist with her fingertips.

"Of course, I'll do whatever you tell me to do. If you tell me to chase a chicken, I'll never chase a dog." Yin Zhen looked like he would do whatever you said, and seemed very easy to talk to.

"In that case, I'll punish you. How about making me a hairpin?" Jiuli raised her head slightly and tapped his chest.

"Okay, I'll do it for you when I get back, until you're satisfied," Yin Zhen stroked Jiuli's long hair with his fingertips, not knowing what he was thinking of. His eyes changed slightly, but his expression remained unchanged.

"If I'm not satisfied," Jiuli glanced over, "just get ready," and whispered something in her ear.

"You must be satisfied. I don't want to stay alone in an empty room." Yin Zhen smiled, but a trace of disappointment flashed across his eyes. He rubbed with his fingertips. His injury came at a really bad time.

"So confident? I'll just wait and see." Jiuli smiled, "It seems you can't leave the palace today, you have to stay."

"I just want to stay with Qingqing for a while longer," Yin Zhen looked outside and saw the drizzling rain.

"Aren't you going out on business during this period?" Jiuli sat down, poured two cups of Tremella and milk tea, and sipped them slowly.

"I won't go out recently. I need to recuperate." Even if he wanted to go out, he wouldn't go. He was so busy that he didn't even have time to accompany Qingqing.

"Then take a good rest," Jiuli tapped the wall of the cup with nostalgia in her eyes. She actually wanted to go out and take a look.

"How about I take you out of the palace for a walk one day?" Yin Zhen had a bold idea, but he hesitated before saying it out loud.

"Where can we go? Let's wait a little longer," Jiuli clenched her fingertips, just waiting for a few years for Emperor Jinghe to pass away.

"Okay, then I'll take Qingqing to travel around," Yin Zhen seemed to have thought of the beautiful scene of the two of them traveling together in the future and laughed out loud, but then his face became serious again.

"Okay, just the two of us," Jiuli withdrew her hand.

"But now, my queen, it's getting late, you should rest," Yin Zhen said with a sly smile, picked up Jiuli and walked towards the inner room.

"Put me down, you're not afraid that the wound will open up," Jiuli didn't dare to move, and quietly reduced the weight.

"It's okay to hold you. You're not heavy," Yin Zhen said, and weighed you. "This injury won't affect me."

"You are so real," Jiuli said, curling up obediently.

"Do you think I'm getting more and more beautiful?" Yin Zhen put Jiuli on the bed with a smug smile on his face.

He didn't expect Jiuli to answer. He put his hands on Jiuli's waist, sighed with satisfaction, and waved his sleeves to extinguish the candle in one go.

"Go to bed early, you still have things to do tomorrow," Yin Zhen said softly.

Jiuli didn't say anything, but snuggled into Yin Zhen's arms, closed her eyes, and patted Yin Zhen soothingly.

"I know you love me the most, so you have to love me even more," Yin Zhen held Jiuli's hand tightly, "My dear."

"It's time to rest." Jiuli touched Yin Zhen's hair unconsciously, "You should rest obediently? Hmm?"

"I understand," Yin Zhen curled his lips and closed his eyes.

She left early the next day and returned to Prince Ming's mansion to take care of the children.

The five-year-old Seventh Prince, now the Crown Prince of Ming, was already fully dressed and staring at Jin Yao in front of him.

"What did you say?" The voice was childish but filled with anger, "Dad hasn't woken up yet? He clearly promised to accompany me to the palace today!"

"Please calm down, my prince." Jin Yao lowered his head and suppressed his thoughts. "The prince is seriously injured and is recovering. He is sleepy."

"Forget it, I'll go by myself," the young prince twisted his waist and climbed onto the horse, leading his men towards the palace.

In Longling Palace, looking at the Seventh Prince lying on his knees, Emperor Jinghe expressed his despair. He handed the Seventh Prince to the Sixth Prince and raised his own brother himself.

The seventh and eighth princes who successfully joined forces were successfully "conquered" by the sixth prince, and from then on he could attack wherever the prince directed.

In the tenth year of Jinghe, the first four princes married and separated their families one after another. Several forces formed in the court. It seemed that the scene of the fight for the throne in the past was reappearing, and undercurrents were surging under the court.

Fengyi Palace

The Sixth Prince stood in the corridor, teased the parrot hanging there, and then looked at the rain curtain with a look of neither sadness nor joy.

"Sixth Prince, the Queen invites you in." Anxiang Yingxiu, who followed Jiuli, has already married. Now, by her side are Shuying and Qingqian, two aunts who have no plans to get married.

"Please trouble you, Aunt Shuying," the Sixth Prince looked gentle and elegant, but he was cold in his bones.

The Sixth Prince took a deep breath and walked into Fengyi Palace.

"Your son pays his respects to the Queen Mother and greets his uncle." Yes, he had long known that the relationship between his mother and his uncle was not innocent.

"No need for courtesy," Jiuli accepted the grapes that Yin Zhen fed her, "This one is a bit sour, I want to eat something else."

"Then let's eat something else. The village head in the south sent some lychees a few days ago. I'll ask someone to bring them up to you later," Yin Zhen wiped Jiuli's lips skillfully without even looking at the Sixth Prince.

"Just say what you want to say. Your mother doesn't have time to listen," he then turned to the Sixth Prince and said like a host.

"Your Majesty, I have something to ask you. Which is more important, an adopted son or a biological son?" The Sixth Prince asked, quoting an allusion.

After living together for so many years, he knew how cold-hearted this queen mother was. She would only show a little tenderness towards his uncle, and her gentleness towards them was only superficial.

Everyone said that she was gentle and virtuous, dignified and generous, tolerant and kind, and was the best queen, but the reality was the opposite.

"But did anyone tell you anything?" Jiuli tilted her head, her eyes slightly cold, but her face was still gentle. "I think you should know that such a stupid question should not be asked."

"Your Highness understands." The Sixth Prince smiled slightly, "Your Highness will take your leave. It has been raining heavily these days. Please take care of yourself, mother."

After saying this, he left quietly, as if he was just saying goodbye.

"Strong wind and rain? This kid is getting smarter." Yin Zhen peeled the orange with his fingertips, tasted a slice himself, and then passed it to Jiuli, "Try it, this time it is definitely sweet, not sour."

"It seems that someone can't sit still anymore," Jiuli chuckled. Her seclusion in recent years has made people more and more courageous.

"My royal brother is not a good person either. Just watch him. He won't be able to stay alive for long." Yin Zhen disagreed.

This might be fishing again.

"Of course I have to take a closer look," Jiuli said with a firm look in her eyes, "The position of Queen Mother is just in my pocket."

"My dear, you are certainly worthy of this," Yin Zhen laughed softly, "I have to congratulate you in advance, Queen Mother."