The cannon fodder fake prince at the beginning, I won by hugging thighs

Lu Jiao felt sorry for Yan Yuanhao for three seconds, then began to feel fortunate: Fortunately, she did not have the ambition or sense of responsibility to revitalize the Jiang Kingdom.

Otherwise she would have to endure until she died.

Lu Jiao didn't know yet that she had guessed almost half of it right.

In his previous life, Yan Yuanhao dedicated most of his life to the State of Jiang. He had no children and was so haggard that he looked unrecognizable before his death.

Of course, there was also the reason that he was poisoned, but we won’t talk about that for now.

She first went to the corner gate of Cheng Mansion and asked the gatekeeper to give Qingchuan a message, and then returned to the Prince's Mansion.

Go straight to Yan Yuanhao's study.

"Prince! You definitely don't know what I discovered today!"

When Yan Yuanhao heard Lu Jiao's voice, he subconsciously looked at the sky outside.

The sun had not yet completely set, and the halo of light from the leaves was projected on the window panes, very clearly, indicating that it was still early.

He was a little surprised and asked, "Why are you back so early?"

I thought Lu Jiao was going to watch the fun in the palace until late at night!

Lu Jiao sat on a round chair beside her, looking at the muddy footprints left by her when she walked in, feeling a little embarrassed.

She touched her nose and decided to compensate Yan Yuanhao.

I won't keep you in suspense and will directly share with him the news I got from entering the palace.

"You mean to report the eunuch arranged by Xiao Xu to the commander-in-chief?"

Lu Jiao gave a thumbs up: "Smart! Even if that person is just a small pawn and doesn't know much inside information, and doesn't know many spies of the Zhennan Palace in the palace, but being able to involve the Zhennan Prince can also be regarded as a warning to him!"

Yan Yuanhao lowered his head and thought: "Yes, most of my people are currently in the northwest, and I don't have time to deal with those officials in Lin'an Prefecture.

Giving them some warnings can also help them to be more restrained.

And my good stepmother, she stretched her hands too far!"

Lu Jiao was a little curious as to why Yan Yuanhao said that.

In the previous Dragon Boat Festival palace banquet, no third party involvement was detected.

"Did the butler do something?"

“The chief steward doesn’t have that ability, so he should have used the old man that my grandfather had planted in the palace.

I don't know why, but I stopped in time before I could do anything.

However, this time, His Majesty has made up his mind to let a group of palace maids who are over 28 years old leave the palace.

I guess the people my grandfather arranged in his early years were also on the list of people released from the palace this time.

I don’t have to do it myself.”

Speaking of which, Yan Yuanhao had very complicated feelings towards his grandfather, the old King of Huainan.

On the one hand, it was his grandfather who raised him after his mother died; but it was also his grandfather who indulged his grandmother and raised his father to be so spoiled and incompetent.

He sighed: "I know about this matter, is there anything else?"

When Lu Jiao thought of Cheng Xianlin, the expression on his face became somewhat gloating.

"Cheng Xianlin, the Junior Minister of the Honglu Temple, do you have any impression of him?"

The name sounded a little unfamiliar at first. Yan Yuanhao thought about it for a long time and only remembered this person when he recalled something that happened a few years later.

His expression also became very strange: "Why do you suddenly mention this person? Do you know him?"

As soon as Lu Jiao saw Yan Yuanhao's expression, she knew that he must know him.

"Haha! I went to buy cakes for Lu Ze and happened to meet his servant.

Knowing that I was from the Prince's Mansion, he wanted to get close to me and get some information from me.

I didn't expect that this Mr. Cheng would be such a crybaby, hahahahaha!"

Speaking of Cheng Xianlin, Yan Yuanhao has a hard time describing him.

Although he was quite talented, his father was too greedy for power and unwilling to step down, which ended up wasting his life.

Afterwards, he was transferred to the Ministry of Rites, and finally he only got the position of Vice Minister of Rites, in charge of some sacrificial matters. He was rarely seen speaking during court sessions.

But Lu Jiao also laughed too loudly.

Yan Yuanhao couldn't help but remind her: "After all, Lord Cheng is an official appointed by the court. Don't talk about him like this when you go out!"

Lu Jiao waved his hand to indicate that he understood.

"That's right!" Yan Yuanhao took out a few sheets of paper from under a pile of books and placed them within Lu Jiao's reach.

"Look, this is what my uncle looked like when he was young, and then...what he looked like afterwards. There is also a portrait of my mother. My uncle's eyebrows and eyes are very similar to my mother's.

I don’t know what my uncle looks like now, you can only use these portraits to guess where he is.”

Lu Jiao glanced at each one and his eyes fell on the last piece of paper, which was Yan Yuanhao's mother, Tong Yanan.

"It's so beautiful! If I were a man, I would like it too!"

When Yan Yuanhao heard Lu Jiao's muttering, his face turned serious, but considering that she was a girl, he didn't say much.

He just urged her: "Give it back to me when you're done reading it! Go back to your own yard when you're done talking about things."

The tribe's map is with Kuilang, if you want to see it, ask him for it."

Yan Yuanhao's tone was a bit tough. Lu Jiao knew that she had forgotten that this was ancient times and was a bit outspoken.

In his heart, Tong was definitely someone who could not be offended.

Lu Jiao stood up and found that the muddy footprints on the ground were almost dry, and his face was embarrassed again.

"Let's go now, let's go now. Please have someone come over to mop the floor later."

"Go!"

Lu Jiao strolled back to the yard. Kuilang was still under the tree, frowning and memorizing with a bitter look on his face.

When he saw Lu Jiao coming back, he seemed like a different person, as if the person who had just fought with Yutu was not him.

The slightly tense back relaxed now, feeling relaxed and at ease.

Lu Jiao chuckled, walked to the front of her house and shouted, "Chen Wen, come out!"

"Come on!"

The mud on Lu Jiao's boots had formed a layer of mud crust around the edges of the shoes.

She felt much more relaxed after taking off her shoes.

Seeing her shabby appearance, Kuilang curled his lips in dissatisfaction.

Lu Jiao walked into the room wearing only her socks. Lu Ze was sitting at the desk in front of the window practicing calligraphy.

His little body was standing straight, but the moment he saw Lu Jiao coming in, he froze.

"Brother! You're back!"

The little girl rushed to Lu Jiao and sniffed her all over: "Brother, did you eat something delicious outside? Why didn't you bring it to me?"

Lu Jiao touched his nose guiltily, thinking about the meat patties in the space, and decided not to take them out for Lu Ze to eat.

“You don’t know, the meat pie there is delicious.

It’s a pity that the stall was smashed, so I may not be able to eat it in the next two or three days!"

Lu Ze's face wrinkled like a little bun: "Brother, why are those people who smashed the stall so bad? Have you reported it to the police?"

"Those people are in collusion with the government officials. It's no use reporting to the authorities. What should we do?"

Lu Jiao wanted to guide him and hear how the little guy would deal with such a thing.

"Then... tell Brother Hao! Let Brother Hao punish the people in the government office!"

"I know! My brother can still handle it for now, so I won't bother you, my lord.

"You should do the same when you go out in the future. If you encounter something you can't solve, don't be reckless!"

Lu Ze hugged Lu Jiao's waist and said coquettishly, "I know, brother!"

Lu Jiao looked at the extra piece of writing on the desk and asked, "How is your brother Wen doing recently? Is he still eavesdropping outside the classroom?"