Your Highness, You Stole My Heart+Extra Story

"My son is dull." When it came to matters related to the court, Peng Ji became serious.

Emperor Jin Cheng hadn't recovered yet, so he couldn't help coughing twice, and pressed his throat with hot tea, "It's not that I think the children of the noble family are useless, but that the whole court is from the noble family, and they are so powerful that they can control me and control me." This entire court. Therefore, in those few years, I deliberately cultivated students from poor families. In the 16th year of writing, it was the time when officials from poor families and officials from aristocratic families were the most powerful, and officials from poor families without any foundation were naturally The beatings were all scattered, and I hand-picked Falaojiu as the number one scholar to appease the officials of the poor family."

Peng Ji finally understood that her father knew that she intended to give up the prison wine.

She wanted to say something, but was stopped by Emperor Jin Cheng raising his hand.

Emperor Cheng of Jin seemed to be thirsty easily, and coughed twice from time to time, so he wanted to drink a sip of hot tea before speaking: "But the forces of the poor family are at a disadvantage after all, and if I want to break this situation, I have to start from the receptionist." The young scholar's Imperial Academy started, as long as the academic dean in charge of the Imperial Academy is from the Qin family, there will never be any poor students who will be reused. At this time, a handwritten book with neat handwriting appeared in front of me. I just remembered this number one scholar." Speaking of this, Emperor Jin Cheng couldn't help laughing twice, "I read right that this son of a small businessman uprooted the Qin family that was deeply rooted in three dynasties with his own power. He is the one who can take charge of the poor family, and there needs to be a prime minister from the poor family in this court so that my Dugu family will not fall into the captivity of that aristocratic family."

Chapter 22

After Jin Chengdi finished speaking, he coughed again, Peng Ji got up quickly, went to the inner room and brought out the teapot to refill the tea for Jin Chengdi.

"Father, did the imperial physician take a good look at your body?"

Jin Chengdi smiled and waved his hands, "I'm fine, but the time has come, and it's time for me to see your mother and concubine."

"Father, don't talk nonsense. Yan'er no longer has a mother and concubine, so she can't be without father anymore."

Peng Ji once thought that none of her elder brothers would marry into a family with the exception of the eldest, who was married by the former empress. It was because her father was afraid that her sons would be powerful and would cause trouble for her. It turned out that it was Because of the situation in North Korea.

As for himself, he still despicably thought that the reason why the emperor gave him the marriage with the prison wine was because his father was guarding against him.

It turned out that Falaojiu was actually the prime minister that the father wanted to train, and it was self-evident what the father wanted to marry the prime minister to be her consort.

The emperor father was giving her a boost to compete with her older brothers, to make up for her weakness without the help of her family.

Emperor Cheng of Jin picked up the teacup and sipped the tea. Fortunately, her daughter grew up healthy and filial. Even if he went to see her, he would go there frankly.

"Don't be afraid, Yan'er, the emperor called you here today to tell you that even though Falaojiu is the son of a merchant, she still has her power even today, as long as Yan'er is her wife, no matter what happens, After all, she can only win by standing on your side."

Peng Ji was in a state of confusion, she knew that the prison wine was a helper, but she kept such a danger by her side, she didn't know that one day this danger would explode, leaving no bones left in her own body.

"But father, I don't know whether that Falongjiu can be sincere to my son. She is talented, but she is not a person who keeps her own law."

Emperor Cheng of Jin did not take it seriously, "Only this is the easiest thing for Yan'er to do. That Falaojiu lost his father and mother when he was young, and he is not close to his family. Everyone is flesh and blood. You are her worship." For a wife who has lived in heaven and earth, getting her favor is just a matter of course. But for such a withdrawn and ruthless person, as long as you win her heart, you can get everything from him."

Peng Ji was stunned, "Father wants sons and ministers to seduce people?" When she said the last word, Peng Ji's voice weakened. She really couldn't accept her father, the Ninth Five-Year Lord, Say something like this to yourself.

On the other hand, Emperor Jin Cheng had an expression of indisputable anger, "You are the wife, and he is your husband, why are you seductive, it's just to keep the relationship between husband and wife good." She motioned Peng Ji to go back and sit down, and continued Teach her daughter, "Yan'er must remember that when the overall situation is settled, the candidate for the poor family must be re-selected. In this position, the same person must not sit for too long, otherwise, it will become a Qin family again. I have already ordered Feng Dequan to call the jail wine into the palace half an hour later, then I will give you a step up, and then it will be up to Yan'er herself."

Peng Ji wanted to say something else, but seeing Emperor Jin Cheng's earnest eyes, she just called out, "Royal father."

At this moment, there was a light knock on the palace door, and Feng Dequan's voice came from outside: "Your Majesty, the son-in-law is here."

Emperor Cheng of Jin looked at Peng Ji next to her, "Yan'er, you have to remember, I'm old and time is running out." After speaking, he raised his voice and shouted: "Xuan."

Peng Ji was also surprised by what Emperor Jin Cheng said. Someone told her since she was a child that the king's heart is unpredictable. She didn't take it seriously when she was a child, but now she finally understands.

Even if it is the father who has been shouting since she was a child, she still can't understand him.

It is not an exaggeration to say that Fa Yi walked in slowly, her steps were smaller than the weakest lady in Jingzhou, and it took a full quarter of an hour to walk from the entrance of the hall to the middle of the hall.