Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

"Then let's not talk about it," Jiuli smiled, looking at Jiang San who wanted to shrink in her arms with a little mischief, "Come out first, or you'll suffocate. You're already grown up, but you still want to get into my arms? Aren't you afraid of suffocating?"

"No matter how old you are, you're still in my arms," ​​Jiang San wrinkled his nose, "My dear wife, are you disgusted with me?"

"Don't wrongly accuse me," Jiuli held Jiang San's hand tightly, "To be honest, I also like holding you like this, but shouldn't we do something serious?"

"Business?" Jiang San was stunned for a moment, then sneered, "My wife is right. Leave this matter to me. My wife said that the inner court is under my control, and I cannot break my promise."

"Let Qingyi follow you. Don't let anyone get desperate and hurt you. I will be sad." Jiuli loosened her hand slightly. "Just do it. Don't worry about anything else."

"Okay," Jiang San nodded, and looked at Jiuli again before leaving from the small path beside him. He walked a short distance and turned back, "Wife, are you still going to Guanju Palace tonight?"

"Go, just wait for me in the palace," Jiuli walked over quickly, took off her cloak and put it on Jiang San, "Remember to wear something thicker next time you go out,"

"Look at your hands, they're so cold," Jiuli said, and took out a heater from somewhere and handed it over.

"Then I'll go back first." Jiang San smiled and let Jiuli worry about him, "Wife, I know you are the best."

He walked away with the hand warmer, and even his back was filled with joy.

Ling Ling: Didn’t anyone see the owner snatching its hand warmer?

And now it has a new question, that is, every time the master enters the small world, he behaves the same as the people in the small world? And he doesn't use himself much.

Of course, this doesn’t count, except for the fact that every time I leave, I am asked to wear those gold and silver hairpins and rings.

Jiuli raised her eyes and glanced in the direction of Lingling, silently uttered two words, and then took Qingnu to the front dynasty.

"Take my little princess back to the capital secretly," Jiuli gave the order with a cold look after walking a distance away.

"Yes." Qing Nu agreed quickly, then realized belatedly that this was talking about the late emperor's younger sister?

"Also, don't alarm the guards, understand?" Jiuli continued to add, her eyes seemed to be filled with deep meaning.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty." Qingnu said loudly. The Qingyi Guards had failed many times in their work, and the last time didn't count.

In the harem, Jiang San used the fact that there were not many people in the harem as an excuse to reduce the number of palace servants. The first to be affected was the palace where the Empress Dowager was located, and most of the servants serving there were replaced.

Then, the previous dynasty sent out troops to pray for the soldiers on the battlefield, released the palace maids, and randomly selected new ones to enter the palace. From then on, the harem only knew the emperor and the empress, and not the other concubines.

The blue-clad guard Qing led the team straight to the imperial mausoleum and secretly escorted the late emperor's younger sister to the capital. However, the Empress Dowager was still dreaming of a life of drunkenness and debauchery, forgetting that the current Majesty was not the late emperor.

The late emperor would have been hindered by the father-daughter relationship, but the current Majesty will not.

Half a month later, Qing Yi brought the late emperor's younger sister to the capital and secretly detained her in Prince Yan's Mansion, under the watch of Qing Er.

Doctor Wen even developed a medicine and came to pay a visit.

"Your Majesty, this prescription has been used on death row prisoners," Doctor Wen handed the manual to Kang Song and knelt down with his head down.

"Of course I trust your medical skills," Jiuli said without even glancing at him, "The Grand Sovereign Queen is not feeling well, so I'll leave her to you from now on. Please make sure you take good care of her."

"Your Majesty, I will follow your orders." Only one sentence flashed through Doctor Wen's mind: Damn it, does he have a grudge against the royal family?

"That's great," Jiuli said lightly, "I prefer happy events," her eyes swept over Doctor Wen.

"I understand." A happy event? Is this what a happy funeral means?

"If the Queen asks you, you should know how to answer." Jiuli suddenly thought of something and his eyes darkened.

"Your Majesty and the Queen are in good health. It is only a matter of time before they have a child." Doctor Wen secretly wiped the cold sweat off his forehead.

No, she was the one who was charged with the confiscation of property and execution?

"Stand back," Jiuli signaled Kang Song with her eyes and gave him a reward.

"Your Majesty, I wish you all the best." Not long after Doctor Wen left, Qing Yi walked in under his guidance.

"Did you bring the person back?" Jiuli threw the memorial away.

"She has been placed in the Prince of Yan's mansion. Qing Er has brought people to keep a close watch on her." Qing Yi gritted his teeth and decided to tell the whole story. "When I was bringing Your Highness down here, I was assassinated by someone in the palace."

"It seems that my grandmother left behind a lot of good things," Jiuli turned the beads in her hand, "Choose someone who is eloquent and have a good chat with the Grand Queen."

"Which one should you choose, your daughter or wealth and glory?"

He stirred up chaos in the palace, colluded with court officials, and even overthrew the government.

"I'll do it right away," Qing stood up.

"Go down and recuperate. There will be plenty of work for you to do in the future." Jiuli's eyes swept over Qingyi. She would not let a man with injuries all over his body risk his life.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace." Qing Yi did not insist and turned back to the courtyard where the guards lived to have a good rest.

The Queen Mother, who had already realized that the situation was not good after all her channels were cut off, became angry, stared at the Qingnu in front of her, and suddenly laughed out loud.

"Say it again?" She raised her lips and smiled charmingly.

"Your Majesty, your Majesty, whether you want wealth and glory or the life of your young girl is entirely up to you," Qingnu said in a calm, even respectful tone.

"Your Majesty knows what you did, and I know it too," Qingnu put down the tray in his hand, "I believe Your Majesty can make the right choice."

"I'll take my leave now." Qingnu said, bowing respectfully.

"How about Chenlan (the maiden name of the late emperor's younger sister)?" The Empress Dowager looked at the third choice in front of her and closed her eyes.

"I don't know." Qingnu walked away quickly without stopping.

In the Prince of Yan's Mansion, Chen Lan (the late emperor's younger sister) who was brought back was sitting under the corridor, her eyes were looking towards the imperial palace.

Qing Nu came out of the palace, holding a three-piece set exactly the same as the one worn by the Empress Dowager, and came to Prince Yan's mansion.

"What are you doing here?" Chen Lan (the younger sister of the late emperor) lowered her head and drank tea, looking very noble.

"I guess His Majesty wants to sentence me, your aunt who intends to seize power, to death?" Chen Lan laughed again.

But it was sad. Obviously, the Queen Mother loved her the most, but she let the Imperial Sister ascend to the throne. But why? The Imperial Sister was obviously inferior to her in every way! It was just a matter of success and failure!

Qingnu gave the routine instructions and placed the things on the table. His words were respectful but his tone was calm.

"The life and wealth of the king and queen are all in your hands. Your Highness should be able to make the right choice."