The cannon fodder of Quick Travel got what he wanted

The most difficult thing is to be unloved and childless in the palace. Fortunately, I am lucky to have met a wise monarch.

When Qu Chiyan entered the palace, he was still fantasizing about how he would survive in the tough battles that were going to be fought in the palace.

In fact, the emperor doesn't like them, but he won't do anything to them.

Qu Chiyan also envied the emperor's sincere treatment of His Majesty. If one day, he could also gain some affection from His Majesty, he would be more than satisfied.

Fengqiao Yinlue sat for a while, then summoned Chen Qijun to sleep with him.

It has been half a year and Chen Qijun feels that he cannot get pregnant. Is there something wrong with his body?

But the imperial physician told him to relax. How could he feel at ease when there were so many heirs leaving the palace?

Chen Qijun used all his strength to cling to Feng Qiaoyin under the bed. Even though his waist was almost broken, he clamped his legs tightly together and raised the pillow deliberately.

Feng Qiaoyin pinched Chen Qijun's waist, and the sweat on his forehead dripped slowly onto his waist and back.

Chen Qijun was certain that the emperor was very pleased with him, and he secretly learned that the emperor spent more time with him.

I couldn't help but feel proud. Being pampered was not enough. Only by giving birth to a child could I consolidate my position.

Chen Qijun also asked for the Chen family's secret medicine for conceiving a child, which would definitely help her get pregnant.

Before he got pregnant, Ji Jiangrang was released early because of the Ji family's contribution to flood control. After two months of holding it in, Ji Jiangrang didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore.

Ji Jiangrang was thinking about how to restore Feng Qiaoyin's impression of him. He didn't want to be ignored.

He tried to seek refuge with Li Jinyi, but Li Jinyi didn't need anyone to be his follower, so when he met him, he rejected his advances.

Xiao Shan wanted to say something but couldn't hold it back any longer: "My Lord, I heard that the Royal Highness and the others are the ones who have been with Your Majesty the longest, and they all have children. I'm afraid they won't accept Young Lord's advances..."

Xiaoshan also found out after asking around.

Having been in the palace for so long, they simply disdain to associate with those of lower status, and look down on them and watch them making a fuss like actors.

"As long as the young servant is humble and admits his mistakes to His Majesty, I think His Majesty will forgive him..." Xiaoshan felt that the problem had to be solved from the source.

During the period of house arrest, Ji Jiangrang's temper had obviously calmed down a lot, and he was more willing to listen to good words, and seemed to be deep in thought.

Ji Jiangrang immediately embroidered a purse with a picture of mandarin ducks embracing each other, and copied a poem expressing his feelings inside it, and asked Xiaoshan to deliver it to Fengqiaoyin.

As Xiaojiu was a favorite of the emperor, she was given a big red envelope. Xiaoshan smiled at her and respectfully asked her to deliver the gift.

It would be a waste if you don’t take the money. Xiaojiu went in and handed over the purse.

"What is this? It's so ugly." Feng Qiaoyin picked up the purse and looked at it. "Is this thing two... fat ducks?"

Xiaojiu took a closer look and said, "It looks quite similar. It should be a duck, right?"

"Why send a duck?" Xiaojiu muttered, "It's better to eat the old duck soup."

There was also a poem in it. Fengqiao Yin took a look at it and found it quite familiar, as if it had been copied down.

Thinking that Ji Jiangrang had an empty head and seemed to have no knowledge, it was impossible that he had done it himself.

I haven't seen him for a long time. I don't know whether Ji Jiangrang really admits his mistake or is just pretending to admit it.

For Ji Chu's sake, he decided to take a trip, so Feng Qiaoyin went to Liuxuan Palace.

Anyone who is above the rank of attendant to the emperor can become the head of a palace. Fortunately, he did not make a big mistake. Ji Jiangrang lives in the main palace and does not want to squeeze into the small and dark side hall.

Ji Jiangrang stood at the door, looking forward to it. When he saw His Majesty, he would definitely admit his mistake.

As Fengqiao Yin stepped into Liuxuan Palace, he saw Ji Jiangrang and the little Pomeranian who was waiting pitifully for his master to caress him. His eyes were full of his master, and his joy was beyond words when he saw her coming.

Ji Jiangrang noticed that Feng Qiaoyin was holding his purse, and he felt relieved. If His Majesty was willing to accept it, then he would naturally forgive him.

But as soon as Feng Qiaoyin opened his mouth, his smile froze on his face, "Jiang Rang, the duck you embroidered is very lifelike."

Ji Jiangrang saluted steadily, and after being helped up, his sad eyes almost drowned Feng Qiaoyin like a tide.

"Your Majesty, this is a mandarin duck! A mandarin duck!" After Ji Jiang finished embroidering, she didn't notice Xiaoshan's conflicted expression and hesitant expression, and excitedly asked Xiaoshan to send it over.

Xiaoshan didn't dare to say that the thing embroidered by Ji Jiangrang, which looked like dog shit, was a mandarin duck. Silence is golden. If he exposed it himself, Shaojun would definitely scold him.

Your Majesty said that it was different. There was some fun in it. Although the young prince was unhappy, he could throw a little tantrum and it would help to promote the relationship.

"Uh... Jiang Rang, are you sure? Look at this duck's butt, it's so perky, just like you..." Feng Qiaoyin stopped talking halfway.

Ji Jiangrang's face immediately turned red, and he punched the back of Feng Qiaoyin's hand with his little fist, gently, so that it didn't hurt.

"Your Majesty!" Ji Jiangrang was extremely ashamed, what he said was truly... Oh no!

Ji Jiangrang stamped his feet, his face turned red, and he didn't dare to look at Feng Qiaoyin.

Her eyes were so explicit, looking him all over, that Ji Jiangrang couldn't stand it.

Feng Qiaoyin looked innocent and changed the subject: "Come on, take a look, what is the difference between a duck and a mandarin duck."

Fengqiao Yin took out a handkerchief and pointed at the mandarin ducks on it to show him.

Ji Jiangrang's eyesight finally recovered now. He looked at what he had embroidered, and then at the mandarin ducks in His Majesty's hand. The silence was deafening.

He snatched it away and said, "If your Majesty doesn't like it, then return it to me!" Ji Jiang snorted, but Feng Qiaoyin spoiled the mood by saying, "It looks like a pig."

Ji Jiangrang's face fell into tears, and he sat at the head of the bed, poking at his purse with a resentful look.

Feng Qiaoyin coughed and said, "I didn't say you were a wild boar. You are a pink and tender little pig. You are quite cute."

She was talking about a pet pig, but Ji Jiangrang didn't know what a pet pig was.

Subconsciously I felt that it was a bad word, and the whole person was shrouded in a dark cloud.

Xiaojiu: Your Highness, your explanation is the same as no explanation. How would the ancients know anything about pet pigs?

Xiaoshan tried hard to force a smile: Your Majesty is really good at explaining!

Feng Qiaoyin looked at Ji Jiangrang and saw him tilt his head, not understanding why. She didn't scold him, and finally came to the conclusion that Ji Jiangrang must have had those days.

Ji Jiangrang: “…”

Fengqiao Yin turned his little face over and said, "The night is long. If I don't do something, I will be sorry for the beautiful night."

Ji Jiangrang was a little angry, but he didn't dare to really lose his temper with Feng Qiaoyin. Just the right amount of anger was interesting, but too much would be immature.

She was frail and easily pushed down, so Ji Jiangrang pretended to play hard to get and was dragged into the ocean of lust.

The matter of the purse was left unresolved. Fengqiao Yin coaxed Ji Jiangrang to take it with him, but he refused. If he took it out and the people in the harem knew about it, they would definitely ridicule him.

After Ji Jiangrang regained favor, he became content and devoted himself to fighting against needlework.

There is still a long time to go, and it is impossible for others to do good embroidery and give shoes, socks and purses to Your Majesty, while he has nothing to offer.

She quietly found an embroiderer and humbly learned embroidery skills from him.