An eight-year-old kid emptied his scumbag father's warehouse and followed his grandparents into

He still felt that since he wanted the Prince of Yan to ascend the throne, the will would definitely be placed where the Empress Dowager or the young Emperor Xiaokang could see it, just like the couplet, which had the same meaning.

A glimmer of understanding flashed in Jing Yi's eyes, as if he had grasped the key clue.

"There was only a white jade Buddha statue placed on the upper wall. It wasn't very big, and I didn't notice whether it had a lotus throne." Jing Chunxi tried to recall the scene in the Great Buddha Hall. The solemn hall, the curling sandalwood incense, and the serene face of the white jade Buddha appeared before her eyes.

The layout of the big Buddha hall was very simple, without any unnecessary things. She remembered clearly the location where the white jade Bodhisattva was placed, and even the Bodhisattva's amiable smile was still vivid in her mind.

The Bodhisattva held a pure bottle in his right hand, made a seal with his left hand, and his clothes fluttered in the wind, as if he would step down from the lotus seat at any moment.

"I want to enter the palace again!" Jing Chunxi had already made her decision, and her face was full of determination. Her chin was slightly raised, her eyes gleaming with determination, and her fingers unconsciously clenched around Jing Yi's jade token.

"Then we can't celebrate the New Year at the manor. There's a palace banquet on New Year's Eve," Jing Yi suggested. His tone carried a hint of regret, but more of a concern for his daughter's safety.

He thought that if Prince Jing frequently entered and exited the palace during the New Year, it would inevitably arouse speculation and easily attract unnecessary trouble. However, if Jing Chunxi took advantage of the palace banquet and disguised himself as Ling'er's maid, his entry and exit would be legitimate and smooth.

"It's just the New Year. Pu Ge'er will accompany you. I will go to show my filial piety to my grandparents. Besides, I haven't seen what a palace banquet looks like!" Jing Chunxi chuckled, looking heartless.

Her laughter was clear and sweet, but a hint of loneliness flashed in her eyes. In fact, she was a little reluctant. She rushed back from Lingnan just to celebrate the New Year with her family, but she didn't expect that she would miscalculate again because of this.

"It would be great if I could enter the palace with my sister." Pu Ge'er suddenly let out a sigh.

His fingers fiddled with the empty teacup unconsciously, and his eyes dimmed.

It’s not that he envied the luxury of the palace, but he simply felt that he was useless and couldn’t help in any way. He was a useless person.

His shoulders slumped slightly, and his whole body exuded an air of loss.

As if he had something to do with it!

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After returning home, letters from Lingnan began to arrive one after another, as well as many gifts for the children.

There's dried salted fish from Yamen Village, rubber shoes and basins crafted in Shibaao, and freshly roasted Yunwu tea from Xuwen Mountain, where you can smell the charcoal-scented aroma of tea even after opening the oil-paper package.

Jing Chunxi and Pu Ge'er received the most gifts. In addition to the letters written back by the elders, every family member there prepared gifts for them.

Mingrong sent a handmade brocade purse embroidered with lotus flowers, which was filled with mosquito-repellent herbs; Nanny Wang stayed up all night to make two pairs of cloth shoes with thousand-layer soles, and the insoles were sewn with dried mugwort leaves; Uncle Xiaobei asked a traveling merchant to bring back two daggers with silver sheaths, and the four words "Yongzhen Ping'an" engraved on the blades shone green in the candlelight; Lin prepared a box of shell wind chimes unique to Lingnan, which tinkled when shaken gently.

Even the two little ones, Mingzhu and Qiaoqiao, gave them gifts - peace knots made of colorful ropes, with delicate bows tied at the ends of the ropes.

The relatives from the other three families also prepared a gift for the siblings and Jing Qiurong.

Jing Yongjian's family sent a complete set of four treasures of the study, with the inkstone engraved with "Winning the Laurel in the Moon Palace"; Jing Yongqiang's family sent three pieces of the latest batik fabric, and the watercolor-colored fabric on the top was obviously for Chunxi; the two brothers Jing Changchang sent a wooden box of pickled candied fruits, and when you opened the lid, you could smell the sweet fragrance of dried tangerine peel and honey.

Each gift was carefully tied with a red ribbon, and freshly written greetings were densely covered. Just looking at the gifts, you could tell that they were doing well.

The provincial school was on holiday, and everyone received letters and gifts. Qingshan Villa began to bustle again, and the New Year atmosphere became more intense.

Servants were walking back and forth in the corridors carrying New Year's goods, and were occasionally sprinkled with pine nuts by the naughty maids; the sweet aroma of steamed cakes wafting from the kitchen mixed with the lively sounds of slaughtering the New Year pig in the backyard, and the little kids were running around with nothing to do, with a pom-pom dangling comically on the top of their hats.

Xu Zize wrote a thick letter to Jing Chunxi. The rough mulberry paper envelope was bulging with content, and it talked about what happened after they left.

It was said that the imperial court had stationed troops in the mountains of Cangwu County, and that gold mining was about to begin. Jing Chunxi felt this was a pity. Although his uncle's men had already dug up the main vein and he had successfully taken it away, if mining really started, there would be no shortage of gold sand there.

It was also said that it was Sanniu's unintentional act. He grabbed a handful of sulfur and put it into the cooking pot. It turned out that the boiled gum had increased its toughness a lot.

The letter described in detail the comical sight of Sanniu being beaten by his father until he burst into tears, and how they repeatedly experimented like they were refining an elixir—"At the craziest stage, they all took turns sleeping."

Finally, the ratio of mixed sulfur was determined, and the performance of the plastic made was much better than before. In addition to using it ourselves, it is now sold secretly.

They have organized a fleet and contacted several escort agencies to help them transport the goods, mainly to the northern border for sale, which should fetch a good price.

Between the lines, one can imagine Xu Zize's excited face when he said this. There was even a small tea stain on one paragraph, as if he had knocked over the teacup in excitement while writing the letter.

This time, the gift given to her was no longer a gold hairpin, silver ring or jade pendant, but a carriage full of carriage wheels.

He said he'd done numerous tests and that a set of wheels now needed to be replaced after at least 300 miles. He also joked at the end of the letter, "If any of these wheels fall apart before 300 miles, Xi'er can come and settle the score with Brother Xiaokang."

Jing Chunxi had laughed many times when he saw this, thinking about the last time they came back, they had to change the wheel hub every fifty or sixty miles, which delayed the journey a lot.

The image of Jingyi and several guards squatting by the official road, frantically changing the wheel hubs appeared in front of her eyes, and she wanted to laugh.

As for the affairs in the palace and the court, he just mentioned them briefly in the letter, "I know, don't worry." These few words said it all.

This means that the secret message they had planted in the palace should have been passed on. They actually knew this, but they did not think that what they did was unnecessary.