The tyrant is changing the plot madly because of the fake princess's voice

There is something wrong with this court.

The more Jiang Yian listened, the more he felt that there was something weird everywhere in the court today.

The court officials were always inexplicably aroused by something, but every time, the officials who were giving advice only spoke nonsense that was of no use. He carefully analyzed it several times, but could not find out what caused this change.

Moreover, there was too much nonsense in today's morning court session.

Jiang Yian saw the moment when the officials were resting and bowed, saying, "Your Majesty, I think..."

He started with several long and eloquent paragraphs, the central idea of ​​which was to advocate that court officials should personally handle all matters, and at the end he euphemistically stated:

Today's morning court session has already taken long enough. If the court officials have no more important matters to attend to, can they submit their advice in written form later, so that Your Majesty can have more time to deal with more important matters...

Jiang Yanchuan knew what the ministers were planning, so he just glanced at the court and said, "Since this is a matter of state, there is no distinction between the important and the unimportant. Do you have anything else to report?"

The ministers looked at each other.

In fact, there are.

If they were open about it, even if they talked about it directly until tomorrow morning, it wouldn't be a problem, but...

But at this moment, the little princess was looking at them with great interest, as if she had been prepared for a long time, just waiting to catch any unlucky guy who showed up, and then start digging up his gossip crazily.

In the unspeakable silence, Minister of Rites Chu Jiaxu walked out with a fearless attitude: "Your Majesty, I..."

[Hehehe——] The little guy's cunning laughter rang out almost at the same time as these words.

Even though he had prepared himself mentally, Chu Jiaxu still trembled in his heart, and then he said firmly: "I have a memorial!"

If it is beneficial to the country, why would I avoid it because of shame?

Fight! !

【Brother Tong, Brother Tong, it’s time to do some work!!】

……

The morning court session, which was very difficult for both the court officials and Jiang Yian, lasted until noon.

Jiang Yian had just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Jiang Yanchuan speaking leisurely, "You have been tired today. I have asked for food to be prepared and now invite you to have lunch together."

Since it was an invitation, how could anyone present dare to refuse?

Jiang Yian gritted his teeth, bowed his head and saluted, and thanked the emperor with all the ministers: "Thank you, Your Majesty!"

The lunch was held in Yunxi Hall.

New Year's Day was approaching, and the Ministry of Rites had decorated the place in a magnificent and festive manner. When Jiang Yanchuan and the officials entered the palace, Empress Kan Nianzhen had already led all the concubines to prepare to receive them.

Jiang Yanchuan held the smiling little girl in his hand and told everyone to take a seat with a smile on his face.

Jiang Yingcheng was naturally led directly to the top table and sat right next to her handsome father.

There were singing and dancing at the banquet. After more than a dozen performances, the food was served one after another.

The ministers covered their faces and hid their laughter.

It seems that when Emperor Mingze said that the lunch was prepared, he meant that the venue for the lunch was prepared.

There was still steam coming out of the food, obviously it was served not long after it came out of the pot!

So many court officials racked their brains to delay for a short while, but once Emperor Mingze took action, he had already occupied that long.

At this time, Jiang Yian had been worn out with temper and had to patrol the hall. After his eyes caught sight of a figure, he paused unconsciously, and then turned his head back as if nothing had happened.

Halfway through the banquet, Jiang Yian walked out of the Yunxi Palace openly, saying that "people have three urgent needs."

A figure sneaked up on them, thinking it was covert.

Afterwards, Liaochen and the other three followed at Jiang Yanchuan's signal.

Upon seeing this, several ministers looked at each other, and the smiles in their eyes became much more sincere.

Among the six people who went out, only Jiang Yian came back.

As soon as I entered the hall, I ran into a few bullies who were blocking the way.

Jiang Yingcheng pulled a few of her brothers and held Lin Jinshu's hand and stood at the door. As soon as Jiang Yian showed his head, she rushed over.

"Robbery!" The little guy's voice was crisp and confident, "Hand over the gift!"

Jiang Yian, who had not expected such a fortuitous encounter today, was silent for a while, then resigned himself to taking off the purse from his waist and said, "Uncle Wang has not prepared anything today, so I will give you some silver. Go buy whatever you like, okay?"

"Eh..." Jiang Yingcheng's face was full of disgust. "Uncle Wang, do you want the golden beans? Chengcheng usually plays with them as marbles. If Uncle Wang likes them, Chengcheng can give him some."

After saying that, she lifted the purse on her waist and shook it gently twice. The "rustling" sound was crisp and pleasant, and it sounded like there were a lot of gold beans in it.

Jiang Yian, who was overwhelmed by this wave of showing off his wealth, was silent for a while again, then sighed and said, "Okay."

"But Uncle Wang really didn't prepare anything today. Why don't we wait until Uncle Wang returns and prepare it carefully before sending it to you in the palace?"

In fact, he did have a gift prepared for Jiang Yingcheng in the secret pocket of his sleeve, but he never expected Jiang Yanchuan to do this.

What is worrying is not the lack of wealth but the inequality of wealth. This gift today cannot be given out no matter what.

Jiang Yingcheng shook his head maturely: "Uncle Wang knew that he would meet Chengcheng today, but he didn't prepare a gift in advance. Just based on this, how can Chengcheng believe in Uncle Wang's sincerity?"

Jiang Yian: “…”

"Uncle Wang was not thoughtful enough," Jiang Yian asked tentatively, "I wonder if our honorable Princess Chengcheng can give Uncle Wang a chance to mend his ways?"

"What does Princess Chengcheng want?" He said with a good temper, "Uncle Wang will definitely help our Princess Chengcheng realize it."

Almost at the moment when these words fell, Jiang Yingcheng immediately put on a smile, happily took a small bundle from her seventh brother, and looked at Jiang Yian expectantly: "God, anything is OK?"

"..."

Jiang Yian suddenly had an ominous premonition: "...For example?"

Jiang Yingcheng put the small bundle on the ground and unfolded it carefully, revealing several oddly shaped pieces of wood inside. "I really liked the voodoo doll that Auntie Concubine Rou made before! Can Uncle Wang carve another one for us?"

"Can you carve one for Chengcheng?"

Jiang Yian: “???”

In the end, Jiang Yian couldn't resist Jiang Yingcheng's nagging and agreed to carve a cute animal for each of them instead of the voodoo dolls.

Jiang Yingcheng pouted and reluctantly agreed.

Jiang Yian then returned to his seat with a long string of little tails, and Eunuch Changshun also brought him a carving knife at the right time.

The moment he took the carving knife, a crack seemed to appear on Jiang Yian's calm face.

The wood and the carving knife were ready, and it was hard not to wonder how long the little guy had been thinking about this.

Jiang Yian picked up the knife and prepared to carve, but at this moment Jiang Yingcheng ran away with a "dengdengdeng".

Not long after, he came back with a "dengdengdeng" sound -

Behind him was a long string of small bean buns, stretching as far as the eye could see.

"Cheng, Cheng Cheng has thought about it. If you have good things, you can't hide them secretly. You have to share them with your brothers and sisters!"

The words are conclusive and resounding.

Jiang Yian's hand holding the knife paused in the air for a while, and his head turned slowly and sluggishly like a rusty machine part to look at the little kid who was climbing up the roof to remove the tiles. His eyes were like a pool of stagnant water.

Jiang Yingcheng straightened his neck and met Jiang Yian's gaze without any guilt.

[How about, beat me to death? ]

Jiang Xingran: “…”