After Jiang Rao left Beijing, the queen sent eyeliner to follow.

Seeing that Jiang Rao went all the way to Ruixian, she had no intention of turning back, so she was moved to kill.

She couldn't let Jiang Rao ruin her affairs any more. Although Rong Ting had already died in Huaizhou, there were still too many things to do.

Not only for the throne of the seventeenth prince, but for her own reputation a hundred years later.

Since Jiang Xingzhou was replaced by the person in charge of Ning'an's house, Ning'an's house was no longer close to her Xu family and alienated from Qin's family as before. Instead, the relationship with Qin's family became closer and closer to Xu's family. The role, there is a faint stumbling, the queen does not regret Jiang Rao's life at all.

Zirong Ting came back from Yecheng, she was blocked and miscalculated every step, she had been suppressed for too long.

Although the Huaizhou incident finally went according to her wishes, but instead, it was Rong Ting who made the merits of his life. Even if a person died like a lamp, she finally lost a good reputation when she thought of the person who had given her so much suffering. , this feat was an opportunity that she personally created for him. Emperor Zhaowu came to her these days, and often mentioned Rong Ting, his expression looked sad and relieved, she didn't want to say good things about Rong Ting, but instead had to go along... …

The source of all this is Jiang Rao.

If it weren't for her, Rong Ting would have died in Yecheng long ago, how could he have stolen so many years and received so much praise?

Since the little girl doesn't know how high the sky is, she always comes to block her way, and it's time to pay a little price.

Empress Jiahe raised her fingers and swept her icy gaze to the confidant maid on one side. The confidant maid heard her question, watched Empress Jiahe's movements, stepped forward to put away the cloth on the table, and bowed before the queen. In my ear, I whispered, "It's a coincidence that the lady asked."

"He Zhizhou's letter just arrived at the father-in-law's place. The father-in-law asked me to come and inform the empress, and she asked herself."

The palace maid approached the queen, "The inn in Qiliu Town was on fire. I heard that many people died. The magistrate was so busy that he wrote a letter to He Zhizhou to send the rescuers."

"The magistrate of Ruixian County, Zuo Junyuan." Queen Jiahe recited the name of Zuo magistrate, and circled her fingers around the incense burner of the auspicious beast burning incense. The incense was rewarded by the emperor a few days ago, so she naturally wanted to wear it on her body This kind of incense was used to let the emperor know that she liked it. The queen looked at the incense burner with a wafting fragrance, with a smile in her eyes but regret in her tone, "I heard the name Zuo Junyuan from my father. Several times, he was a capable man with lofty ideals, but unfortunately he didn't know how to work around it. Previously, his father tried to win him over several times, but he couldn't do anything. This man really doesn't know how to flatter him. You can find a space and go out to the palace behind the person you bought. , a message for Father Ben Gong."

The maid listened attentively, and the queen said, "After this case became a big deal, Jiang Xingzhou doted on his only daughter so much, and it is bound to be investigated to the end. At that time, the crime will be thrown on Zuo Junyuan by a way, saying that he is ineffective in governance. Wait for Jiang Xingzhou to make trouble. It's so bad, when you have to hold the magistrate accountable, ask your father to help Zuo Junyuan and give him a way to survive."

The queen's lips tickled, and she said confidently: "Zuo Zhixian is so honest and upright, he must have a gracious temperament. We have helped him in the snow, and he will definitely want to repay."

She said slowly: "Forget it, but my father's wish to take Zuozhi County for his own use is lost."

The palace maid nodded, laughed lightly, and praised: "What the lady said is very true."

...

Left House.

Madam Zuo was holding Zuo Jixuan.

Zuo Jixuan put her small hand into her mouth repeatedly, Madam Zuo took it back and recited a few words at Huihui meeting. Finally, seeing that Zuo Jixuan always did not change, and did not train anymore, she asked the maid to find a clean doll and let Zuo Ji come over. Xuan bit.

As soon as Zuo Zhixian returned to the mansion, Mrs. Zuo took the child to find him, "He Zhizhou has always been against your political views, depending on how high his official position is, has he suppressed you and humiliated you less often? Why do you have to help this time? What does he do?"

She was full of anger and anger, and the magistrate ducked back again and again, "Didn't Madam always want to see me soaring?"

Madam Zuo was stunned for a moment, "I asked Miss Jiang to help you, did you listen?"

She stomped her feet, "My concubine just thinks that with the talent of the official, it is time to move up, it's just a pity, not a dislike, if you are so spineless, you will go to please He Huairong for the official position. The old rudder, I will take Xuan'er back to her parents' house."

Zuo Zhixian laughed helplessly, "You misunderstood."

He summoned a servant to come over, only to realize that He Zhizhou's letter was sent to the wrong place, instead of sending it to the yamen, but sent it directly to his mansion.

He Huairong had been at odds with him for many years, and this time, in addition to sending a letter, he gave a rare gift.

Zuo Zhixian remembered what Rong Ting had already found out when he was here, and his eyes couldn't help but turn cold.

What does it mean to give gifts today, I am afraid that tomorrow I will bring soldiers, saying that he has neglected governance, covered up troublesome people, and asked him about his sins.

This ceremony is indistinguishable from a fine wine laced with poison.

He shook his head with a sad look on his face.

Madam Zuo frowned when she saw him look like this, "

What I said just now were all angry words, what's the problem with you? "

The magistrate shook his head, "Since He Zhizhou has sent the letter to the mansion, I'll check it out later. As for the gift he gave, I will trouble Madam to return a suitable one. I'm going to fight him recently. Some dealings, but I won't go with him as Madam feared."

"Then why did you prepare a return gift for him?"

"Promised Jiu..." The magistrate paused, realizing that he almost leaked Rong Ting's identity, paused for a moment, and said, "Promise Qi Gongzi some things, it is bound to be arranged like this, madam don't ask more."

He smiled and pulled Zuo Jixuan's little hand in Madam Zuo's arms, "Xuan'er, daddy will keep Yunkai and see Yueming."

...

After the confidant maid found a way to leave the palace, the queen recalled what the maid had reported to her, and suddenly realized something.

The fire in Ruixian County killed many people, but the maid did not say whether Jiang Rao was among them.

Empress Jiahe held up the cigarette from the incense that the emperor gave her with her fingers, and her expression gradually changed.

Jiang Rao went south and concealed her identity from the outside world. Empress Jiahe knew this from the beginning.

She counted the days, and He Zhizhou's letter had already been sent to the Xu residence, but the eyeliner she arranged for Jiang Rao lost the news at some point.

Could it be that the fire also hurt her people?

Empress Jiahe frowned and pinched her fingers to calculate. Over the past few years, more and more dead people have disappeared.

The embroidery pattern of the silver snake on the dead man's clothes should be changed.

It was hard to win Emperor Zhaowu's heart to her, but he couldn't make him suspicious of her any longer.

Empress Jiahe glanced outside, looking for someone she could trust to help her deliver the letter to Xu Residence, but when she looked outside, she saw the figure of the Seventeenth Prince appearing in the Splendid Palace.

No matter how trustworthy a palace maid is, she can't compare to her own son. Empress Jiahe laughed and asked the palace maid to call the seventeenth prince into the inner palace, and wrote a letter to ask the seventeenth prince to take him out when he left the palace.

She looked at the seventeenth prince's ruddy complexion. Compared with last year, her complexion was much darker. She knew everything about the seventeenth prince's every move. She raised her eyelids and looked at the seventeenth prince, "Recently, why do you like going to the martial arts field so much? "

The seventeenth prince stood aside, drooping his eyelids and daring not to meet Empress Jiahe's gaze, "It's approaching the day when Fanbang will come to pay tribute, and when their warriors come, the emperor will definitely ask us to compete with them again, son. I don't want to be left behind."

The queen hooked her lips and laughed,

He patted the seventeenth prince on the arm, "It's better that you can have such a mind yourself."

"Where is the tribute envoy?" Empress Jiahe glanced at the seventeenth prince and felt that he was a little thinner, perhaps not as good as the burly and sturdy warriors of the foreign race.

It may not be the martial arts that decides whether to win or lose.

If the samurai brought by the envoy ate something bad on the way, or something happened to the competition...the winner would be her little seventeen.

This is a matter of saving face for Dazhao. As long as she can win, even if the emperor finds out about it by means of unprofessional methods, she will definitely forgive her.

Those foreigners are all rude, and they can't see the slightest movement.

In the past year, she also tested the tolerance level of Emperor Zhaowu towards her, and conflicted with other palace concubines several times. Even if it was her fault, Emperor Zhaowu always stood by her side. Empress Jiahe was determined for a while. Looking at the seventeenth prince with satisfaction, she didn't tell the seventeenth prince her plan, "The queen mother believes in you, and she will definitely win over those barbarians."

The seventeenth prince clenched his fist, nodded lightly, and said earnestly, "My son will do his best."

He glanced at Empress Jiahe hesitantly, and asked timidly, "In the past few days, can Erchen return to the martial arts field more often?"

Empress Jiahe really wanted to tell him that she didn't need to spend any more time, but she has been living very comfortably recently, which made her condone the seventeenth prince. Nodding and agreeing, "Don't delay your studies, if you want to go to the martial arts field, just go."

The seventeenth prince laughed, glanced at the gloom in his eyes, and said loudly: "My son thanked my mother."

Queen Jiahe looked at his back as he walked out.

In the past few years, the stature of the seventeenth prince has grown a lot.

It's time for the branch to leave the palace.

After the government is divided, it is to discuss relatives.

Whether it is the mansion after the division, or the marriage, her son deserves the best.

...

Three days later, the envoy of Fanbang came to the capital.

Emperor Zhaowu held a palace banquet as in previous years. The envoy heard that something happened to Rong Ting in Huaizhou. He knew that he could not mention Rong Ting's name in front of Emperor Zhaowu. It made Emperor Zhaowu think of Rong Ting, and he didn't even dare to mention it again because he was afraid of bad luck.

Seeing that the envoy had been slow to introduce the warriors out, Empress Jiahe took the initiative to snuggle up to Emperor Zhaowu and said softly, "Why don't the warriors come out?"

The envoy was not far away, and when he heard the words of Empress Jiahe, he went to Empress Jiahe.

Looked over there.

Following Empress Jiahe's wishes, Emperor Zhaowu asked the envoy when the warriors would come out. The envoy said respectfully, "Adanu is waiting outside. If your majesty wants to see him, the minister will call him up."

Emperor Zhaowu nodded.

The envoy ordered the entourage beside him a few times, and told the entourage to call the samurai.

And he put down the wine glass in his hand, and the slightly swaying wine in the wine glass swayed, reflecting his dissatisfaction.

He saw the excitement in Empress Jiahe's expression when he mentioned the samurai just now.

The empress of Dazhao gave him the impression that she has always been well-rounded and has never made people feel uncomfortable. Why did he raise his glass and pretend to drink alcohol today, but he actually glanced at the emperor and empress, and felt that Empress Jiahe had too much on him. A bit reckless, not as calm and prudent as before.

Such thoughts cannot be shaken away.

The warrior entered, and Empress Jiahe glanced at the palace maid beside her, who received her wink and quietly left.

Empress Jiahe smiled faintly, leaned into Emperor Zhaowu's ear, and said softly: "I know that in the past years, I have always suffered defeats. Your Majesty is kind and never angry, but she is definitely looking forward to Da Zhao's victory, but now Yuan'er is bitter. I have grown a lot by practicing martial arts, maybe I can earn face back for you, Your Majesty."

Emperor Zhaowu smiled lightly, and patted the queen's hand lightly, as if agreeing, but didn't answer anything.

Empress Jiahe waited for the other princes to go to shame first, and then asked the seventeenth prince to come out.

The venue was changed to Qingyuan Terrace.

The venue is wide and the wind is strong. After walking here, Emperor Zhaowu took care of the leadership for the queen.

The queen's eyes were soft and grateful, and when Emperor Zhaowu turned around, she raised the corners of her lips and looked back at Concubine Yun Gui.

The warriors competed, and high-ranking concubines could come to the Qingyuan Terrace to watch the ceremony.

But she smugly looked out, but she couldn't find Concubine Yun.

The queen pursed her lips and asked Emperor Zhaowu, "Sister Yun is the most lively, why haven't you seen her?"

Could it be that Qin Yun rammed the emperor before she could do it?Neglected, closed in confinement.

When Empress Jiahe thought of this possibility, she secretly laughed in her heart.

Emperor Zhaowu's voice came faintly along with the wind, "The imperial concubine treats her niece as her heart, and the scene where the warriors of Fanbang compete with the princes of the dynasty, once a year, is really rare. The niece of Concubine Yun Gui today.Back in Beijing, she wants to bring her over to see, and when she receives someone, she will come over."

Empress Jiahe's face changed to a gentle expression, listening to Emperor Zhaowu's words, her heart was horrified, and the corners of her lips trembled as if she couldn't hold it.

Qin Yun's niece... how many?

Isn't it... dead...?

Emperor Zhaowu looked at Empress Jiahe, his eyes still light.

The queen's voice trembled, "What the emperor said, is it the Fourth Miss Jiang of Ning'an House?"