Consonance

"My lord, the festival will be held in a few days..." Wen Liang walked in with the sacrificial dress sent by Ji Yi from the palace, and put the tray in his hand on the table.

"No, it's still the same as in previous years, so what should I do." Ji Ci'an lazily leaned on the soft couch by the window, holding a book in his hand and slowly flipping through: "Send the invitation to Qiao Mansion, invite General Qiao for an outing."

Wen Liang responded and retreated, Ji Ji'an coughed a few times, swallowed a pill with the tea on the table, and continued to flip through the book in his hand, the incense burner not far away was emitting faint white smoke, and the cage A room full of fragrance.

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Qiao Zhiyan sent a reply soon, and Ji Ji'an agreed unexpectedly. Ji Ji'an stood up excitedly, put the reply in the box next to the bed, and turned to Wen Liang and said: "When the time comes Prepare a set of casual clothes for this king, that dress is too inconvenient."

Wen Liang nodded, "Don't worry, my lord, the slave will be ready."

"By the way," Ji Ci'an said, "We need to prepare things in a few days and send them to Yuning Temple."

"Don't worry, my lord." Wen Liang handed him a porcelain bottle: "This is an emergency medicine. The imperial doctor said that the lord's medicine was taken too quickly, so he would not take it if he could."

"This king knows how to measure." Ji Ci'an put the porcelain bottle in his arms, and ordered: "Prepare the car, and this king will go out for a while."

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In the afternoon, Zhang Qi closed the shop and opened the door to the backyard. A man wearing a black cloak walked in, handed him something, and whispered: "Put it away."

Zhang Qi took it and put it in her arms, looked around the door before closing the door and welcoming people into the room.

"What if Qiao Zhiyan finds out?" Zhang Qi opened the box and took a look, startled, and asked in a low voice, "He said to the lord..."

"Your Majesty's order, you just have to reveal this to Qiao Zhiyan unintentionally." The man held his wrist and pressed it, "As for how he decides, it has nothing to do with us."

Zhang Qi nodded, opened the door to send the man away, turned around and went back to the room to carefully look at the things the man sent.

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As soon as the man in black came out of the alley, he was invited into the carriage by Ji Ji'an, and said with a smile, "Eunuch Huang, don't come here without any problems."

"I'm really bothering my father-in-law to worry about those messy things."

The black-clothed man's heart tightened, he held the edge of the bamboo hat with both hands and said, "Our family came here on the emperor's orders, why did the prince say such a thing?"

"This king is willing." Ji Ci'an smiled, "Go back and tell the emperor, who didn't know that he was behind those things? This king is willing to cooperate with him so that he can sit safely on that chair." until now."

After Ji Ji'an finished speaking, Wen Liang pushed the man in black out of the carriage, coughed a few times, Ji Ji'an frowned and said, "Zhang Qi should have that thing in his hand...Wen Liang, ask someone to get it back as soon as possible."

"My lord, what else is there?" Back then, he was just a beggar, and he didn't know the specific things, so he didn't dare to ask in detail.

"In the hands of the emperor, there should be nothing else except the mother and concubine's affairs." Ji Ji'an coughed: "Cough cough...cough..."

Wen Liang poured a glass of water and handed it to him, earnestly persuading him: "My lord listens to my slave's advice, don't be here..."

"Okay, don't persuade me anymore." Ji Ji'an drank his saliva, breathed a sigh of relief and said, "This king has decided on him for the rest of his life, so I have to accompany him."

Wen Liang sighed, took the teacup in his hand and put it back: "Forget it, why didn't the prince explain it clearly to the general? Is it because the general hates the emperor or..."

"There is a difference between monarchs and ministers. What is it about whether you hate or hate? It's just a wrong step." Ji Ci'an shook his head, opened the curtain and got out of the carriage.At that time, his love was invisible, humble like moss in the crevices of rocks, given a little sunlight, it could spread quickly, but he greedily wanted to use external force to grow into a towering tree.

The author has something to say: On a hot day when such a male god stood in front of him and didn't even bother to chase after him, I actually caught a cold orz...