Quickly wear: The male protagonist who dotes on his wife is clingy, crying and jealous.

Outside the Imperial Study Room.

"Shilang Jiang, the emperor calls you to come in." The eunuch chief beside the emperor came to his side and said pleasantly.

Jiang Yun raised her hand to hold the black gauze hat on her head and nodded slowly, "Thank you, father-in-law."

"You're welcome, Minister Jiang. Your Majesty is not in a good mood today. You should be more careful with what you say." The chief eunuch accompanied him and reminded him in a low voice.

"Hey, thank you very much, father-in-law."

When she arrived at the door of the royal study, Jiang Yun looked around at her loose official robe, raised her hands to straighten it, and then took a deep breath and went in.

Snapped!

The zhezi was thrown onto the dragon table with a slap, and Jiang Yun knelt down with a slap.

"Wei minister pays homage to the emperor!"

"Jiang Aiqing, stop kneeling and get up."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Jiang Yun stood up slowly while holding her official robe. The tension in Jiang Yun's heart did not disappear, but became more intense.

Damn her immediate boss, he took a leave of absence and asked her to deal with the emperor alone.

When he saw her getting up, the emperor glanced at her lightly and said in a gentle voice: "Jiang Aiqing, do you know why I called you here?"

"I know a thing or two." The black gauze hat on her head was crooked again. Jiang Yun restrained her hand from trying to straighten it up, and said with a serious expression, "Your Majesty, the construction of the sleeping palace is a major matter for the country, and it needs to be considered in the long term."

She lowered her head and bowed slightly.

The bright yellow dragon robe fell under his eyes, and the golden boots with dragon patterns came into view.

A cold and desireless voice rang in her ears, "I am just building a bedroom for the Queen Mother. If Jiang Aiqing wants to discuss the matter in the long term, why not talk to me directly."

Jiang Yun's heart skipped a beat and she knelt back, "Weichen..."

Everyone in the court knew that the emperor and the empress dowager would not deal with each other. Now that the empress dowager wants to build a sleeping palace, the emperor is definitely not willing to do so, but he cannot rely on the reputation of being unfilial.

The emperor is not the Queen Mother's biological son, and if the emperor refuses, he will be fanned out by those who are interested.

The emperor has been in charge for only half a year, and the situation in the court is treacherous. There are many monsters and monsters. It is not clear who is loyal and who is traitorous, not to mention that there are many people who are waiting and watching.

But if the emperor agrees, it will cost the people and money, and still comply with the queen mother's wishes, which will make the emperor himself angry.

In this way, the arduous task of mediating between them fell on the Ministry of Household Affairs.

The Secretary of the Ministry of Finance is now on leave, so she can only kneel here.

Moreover, rather than saying that the emperor was fighting with the Queen Mother, why not test the loyalty of Hubu?

"Why are you kneeling down again? I won't chop your head off. If you have anything to say, just say whatever you want." The fingers with clear joints stretched out in front of her and then held her arm.

Naturally, she couldn't really let the emperor help her up, so Jiang Yun immediately stood up and said, "Your Majesty, let me tell you straight."

"Well, tell me." The voice was cold and calm, without any emotion.

In front of the emperor, she naturally stood on the emperor's side. Coupled with Hu Bu's picky style, she could only firmly refuse.

"Your Majesty, this dormitory cannot be built for the time being. Now that the New Year is approaching, all ministries need a lot of silver. The Ministry of War..."

She talked for a long time, and her mouth felt dry.

But the emperor sitting in front of him didn't react at all.

The emperor looked at the not-so-tall Jiang Shilang in front of him. When he lowered his head, his slender white neck would be exposed. No wonder he occasionally heard them say privately that Jiang Shilang looked more like a woman than a man.

She looks slim everywhere, and she does look the same.

"Aiqing, please go back first. I'll think about it later." He said calmly, his eyes scanning Jiang Yun's face coldly.

That old fox, the Minister of the Ministry of Finance, used a newly promoted junior minister to send him away. He was really brave.

Jiang Yun felt like she was being pardoned and quickly bowed and left.

I went home in a hurry, planning to take two days off.

Who cares about this errand? She doesn't have the responsibility anyway.

In the evening, Jiang's mother Qin knocked on the door outside.

"Yun'er, Mom asked the kitchen to stew some chicken soup. Mom came in."

Jiang Yun closed the written note and said, "Mom, come in."

After closing the door, Mrs. Qin put the chicken soup on the table and handed her the soup in her hand, "You haven't been feeling well these days, so why don't you take a leave of absence."

"Mom, there's nothing wrong with me." Jiang Yun held Mrs. Tang's hand to warm her for a while, then pulled Mrs. Jiang over to drink chicken soup.

Mrs. Qin covered her face and wiped her tears, "It's all my mother's fault. Other people's daughters are already old enough to propose marriage at the age of eighteen, but now you..."

"Mom, I'm fine now." Jiang Yun raised her hand to wipe away Jiang's mother's tears, "Mom, don't cry, it's best if you don't cry."

"Well, I won't cry, I won't cry..."

Mrs. Qin fell into a trance as she spoke. She quickly stretched out her hand to push the chicken soup aside, and then took the Tang Pozi from Jiang Yun's hand.

"What are you doing with these things from your daughter's house? You are a man, what's wrong with being cold? Study, go study!"

Jiang Yun hugged her quickly and said, "Mom, I'm going to read it right away. Don't be angry."

"Go, don't be lazy, just go and stand outside!" Qin said sternly.

Jiang Yun nodded repeatedly and went to the desk obediently, "Mom, Yun'er will study hard and become an official, and become a high official."

"Yes, be a high official." Mrs. Qin muttered, opened the door and walked out.

Jiang Yun followed behind and waited until Mrs. Qin entered the house before turning back.

Her mother had been ill since she was born, suffering from a disease that came and went.

When she is in good spirits, she knows that she is a daughter and teaches her daughter's family affairs gently.

When he was in a bad state of mind, he stubbornly believed that she was his son and forced her to read and write so that she could become a high official in the future.

And everyone in the huge Jiang family thought she was their son, including her father.

When she was born, her biological father was still in the tender home of a certain concubine.

Mrs. Qin gritted her teeth and gave birth to the child alone, saying that she was her son.

Since then, I have been in a trance.

Over the years, she had seen many doctors and tried medicines from the mall. Her mother's body and bones were getting better and better, but her mental problems were still not cured.

The night was cold and windy, so Jiang Yun quickly drank the chicken soup on the table and went to bed holding the soup that had not been taken away.

After lying on the bed for a quarter of an hour, I gradually fell asleep, and there was the sound of tiles pattering on the roof.

She turned over.

It seems that someone needs to come over tomorrow to repair it, otherwise the roof may be blown away by the wind one day.

It just costs some money, and it would be nice if the salary was more.

She closed her eyes and continued to sleep. Suddenly she felt a cool breeze blowing behind her, followed by the sound of tiles falling to the ground, followed by the sound of a heavy object landing steadily.

someone!

She opened her eyes suddenly, sat up and turned her head.

Just when he was about to shout "thief", he met the emperor's cold and deep eyes.

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Make up nonsense, write blindly, have no logic, curse a little louder

After writing Little Young Master, I’m in a bottleneck period, woo woo hoo, hehehehe

Thanks to the babies for their follow-up comments and gifts. By the way, I have been thinking about the name of the male protagonist for several hours but I still can’t think of it.