Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

"I don't have anything to ask." Qingnu's lost alertness quickly crept back, and he even took a step back. "Your Majesty is wise and powerful, and he will not make mistakes."

"You are quite obedient," Jiuli pointed with her fingertips, "As for the royal family," she paused and changed the subject, "Forget it, call Imperial Doctor Wen," and took the memorial on the side to look through it.

When Doctor Wen arrived, they were discussing when to take action against the border tribes, and the discussion was very heated.

"Please wait for a moment, Doctor Wen," Qing Nu added, "If Your Majesty is free, I will summon you later."

The quarrel did not lead to any result, and instead they were on the verge of a fight. Jiuli reached out and pressed her forehead.

"Go back and submit a memorial to me, explaining in detail the outstanding qualities of the person you recommended." The voice was not loud, but full of pressure, suppressing everyone.

"I'll take my leave." Several people looked at each other, but their eyes were full of unwillingness to admit defeat. Each of them thought that his people were the best.

Doctor Wen went in and passed by the Minister of War.

"Is there anything wrong?" Jiuli supported her forehead with one hand and glanced at Doctor Wen.

"Your Majesty is in good health and there is nothing wrong with you," Doctor Wen chose his words carefully, secretly wondering if there was something wrong with him.

"The medicine you prescribed before was very good," Jiuli twirled the beads with her fingertips, the sound was crisp but it touched Doctor Wen's heart.

"It is my honor to have this good prescription under the protection of Your Majesty." Doctor Wen's face was full of calmness. He said this? Fortunately, fortunately.

"I want you to prepare another good prescription," Jiuli pulled out the rice paper under the table and threw it to Doctor Wen, "The specific uses are all on it. Doctor Wen will not let me down, right?"

"I am willing to serve Your Majesty." Doctor Wen lowered his head. He spoke with confidence, but he was full of panic. He was afraid that this prescription...

"I heard that you love the boy next door. After the matter is settled, the emperor will issue an imperial decree to grant the marriage. It depends on whether it is decided by Doctor Wen." Jiuli chuckled.

"Thank you very much for your grace, Your Majesty." Doctor Wen calmed down instantly, bowed deeply, and agreed with words.

The next day, Jiuli sat on the high platform, looking through the memorials in his hands, and casually selected the generals to go to war. The Duke of Zhenguo was among them, which also marked the beginning of the removal of the Duke.

After this battle, Huang Linchao was granted the title of nobility and appointed as prime minister only for his military achievements.

"My dear wife, we will definitely win." Jiang San put the banknotes he had saved into a box and handed it to Jiuli. "I also want to contribute. My dear wife, you can't refuse me."

"Of course I will win. Why do I need to use your things?" He glanced at the wooden box in his hand. "What is given to you is yours. If I use your dowry, what will I become as His Majesty?"

"It's different. I follow my wife's steps," Jiang San said softly, "My heart is my heart."

"Stubborn," Jiuli secretly decided to give him more, and then let Qingnu put the box away and put it in his own private vault.

"Walk with me now?" Jiuli stood up and held Jiang San's wrist. "You've been bored these days."

"It's a bit boring," Jiang San followed closely, "but I can understand it. Besides, I have my own things to do."

"Oh? What?" Jiuli glanced at him, pretending not to know, "Our Jiang Jiang is really amazing?"

"Of course I'll help you with some small things," Jiang San showed a little pride on his face, and whispered in Jiuli's ear about his various actions towards the harem, "Wife, am I doing the right thing?"

There was a hint of trepidation in his words, which should be correct, right?

"I'll leave all matters in the inner court to you, so it's right," Jiuli tightened her grip, "but you also have to take care of your health. Look, aren't you much thinner now than before?"

"Really?" Jiang San looked down at himself and said, "I think I'm okay. I'm not particularly thin, right?"

"I prefer you a little fatter," Jiuli took Jiang San's hand and strolled in the imperial garden, putting the things of the previous dynasty aside for a while.

"Then I'll eat more and try to get myself back to health." Jiang San touched his chin, then pulled Jiuli to sit in the pavilion, "Wife, today the husband, the Marquis of Yongning, has handed in a sign to enter the palace,"

"What did he say?" Jiuli still had a smile on his face, but his eyes were hidden. He gave Kang Song a look.

The latter took the mahogany box from the maid behind him and placed them on the table one by one. Jiuli took an orange, peeled it, and carefully processed the white veins on it.

"What did he tell me? The Duke of Zhenguo went to the battlefield," Jiang San recalled while talking to Jiuli.

"He wants me to ask my wife to remove the Duke of Zhenguo from his position," Jiang San smiled wickedly, "but I won't find trouble for my wife."

Ever since that day when he found out that it was the Duke of Zhenguo who had given him the drug that would make his skin white and boneless, he no longer had anything like a desire for maternal love.

Jiang Mu knew clearly what it was but didn't say it out loud. He didn't need any good things like compensation.

Perhaps he was born without any mother-child affection.

"So what did you do secretly? Huh?" Jiuli knew at a glance that Jiang San had done something behind the scenes.

"I didn't do anything. I just told him that I would help to say something good if he paid me a lot of money," Jiang San gestured. "Besides, doesn't my wife know about it now?"

It is impossible to say good things, but it is enough for the wife to know it.

"You are such a clever little boy," Jiuli's eyes turned and he thought of other things, a veteran nobleman.

"My dear wife, part of the money I gave you was contributed by him. I think Yongning Hou must be very unhappy. This is my little revenge." Jiang San pulled Jiuli's sleeve, "Am I a bad person?"

Like a child who had done something wrong, Jiuli remembered how he was like this after stealing candies in Taohua Village, and shook his head.

"Not bad, our Jiang Jiang is the most well-behaved, how could he be bad?" Jiuli touched Jiang San's hair and held him in her arms, "Don't worry, I won't do anything to Jiang Wan."

"My dear wife," Jiang San blushed, "I have no intention of saying anything good to the Duke of Zhenguo, you don't have to," he hesitated to speak.

"No need to say, I understand," Jiuli smiled gently, "Besides, I won't really do anything to your mother, right?"

Just because she doesn't take action doesn't mean that no one else will, right?

"My dear wife, I know," Jiang San leaned on Jiuli's arms, "You have to spend more time with me in the future, otherwise,"

"Or are you going to replace my ink block with a black stone?" Jiuli tapped Jiang San's nose with her fingertips, "You naughty bad guy."

"Of course not. How could I do such a childish thing? My dear wife, please don't bring up those things." Jiang San blushed. Wasn't he still a child at that time?