Jiu Zhang Ji: The Daily Life of the Reborn Daughter

Chapter 13: The Royal Family's Son Grows Up

In the early morning, when the dawn first appeared, two figures, one big and one small, were running around the small martial arts field in the Dingguo Mansion, startling the dewdrops on the grass leaves and flowers, which fell drop by drop. Then, the grass stretched its muscles and grew a little taller, and the flowers smiled brightly and bloomed in the spring breeze.

After being reborn, Qiao Lili asked her grandmother to find a martial arts master for herself and her younger brother Qiao Zhen. The things she experienced in her previous life made her deeply realize that at all times, she must be strong in all aspects, and her martial arts skills must be enhanced first.

Qiao Lili, who grew up next to the martial arts training ground in the Duke Dingguo's Mansion, was very fond of horse kung fu. When her father was at home, there were small-scale military training at the martial arts training ground every day, and she also followed the training in an orderly manner. However, after the news of her grandfather's death in the border, her father took her brother to the border, and the martial arts training ground became quiet every day. Her martial arts master was also transferred to the military camp after she was twelve years old.

At that time, my grandmother said that I was a grown-up girl now and should take good care of my hands and not practice martial arts every day.

She spread out her right palm, and there was a thin callus on the palm. It was caused by using an awl to grind it when she made deerskin boots for Bai Junzhe for four years. It was really ridiculous to think about it. Her grandmother told her to take good care of her hands and not even to hold weapons, but she secretly grinded her hands into this shape. She must have been blind and blind in her previous life.

Qiao Lili couldn't help but sneer.

He was no longer worthy of wearing her own work, but fortunately most of the deerskin boots she made were still there. His brother and father had bigger feet, so they were left for his younger brother Qiao Zhen to wear.

Qiao Zhen showed extraordinary talent in studying since he was young, so his grandmother wanted him to study literature and keep him by her side, not wanting him to go to the border again.

"Your brother is enough to be a martial artist. Since he will inherit the Duke Dingguo's Mansion, you can just pamper him." His grandmother only found a great scholar to teach him, and then he entered the clan school. At the beginning of the year, he was admitted to Fengqiao Academy. He was not even eight years old yet, and he really focused on studying and never learned any martial arts.

Now, Qiao Lili has higher requirements for her younger brother. He can learn literature, but he must also learn martial arts. Even if he doesn't have to be a master of both literature and martial arts, he must at least be strong and healthy, and have the ability to protect himself at critical moments.

After the old Duke's wife learned what her precious granddaughter had done on the city wall, she immediately went to deal with the matter. If you want to cause trouble, you have to have the ability to do so. Today, not only the brother and sister's martial arts master, but also two maids with good martial arts skills were present.

From then on, the brother and sister lived a life of fighting at the slightest provocation.

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Today is the grand court meeting. Bai Junzhe has been back in the capital for five days. He will explain the recent war situation in Xiguan at the grand court meeting.

Because his military achievements had been reported long ago, he would definitely be rewarded greatly after his performance report.

The first thing discussed at today's court meeting is the construction of the imperial mausoleum. Every emperor, from the day he ascends the throne, must start building the imperial mausoleum, and our emperor sitting high on the dragon throne is no exception.

The emperor has been in power for more than 20 years, and the imperial mausoleum has also been under construction for more than 20 years. However, in the current Great Yan Dynasty, natural disasters have occurred frequently in recent years, including floods in the east, droughts in the west, insect plagues in the south, and frost disasters in the north. These disasters have come one after another, to the point that ordinary people in some affected counties have reached the point where they are unable to get enough food and clothing.

Therefore, the Minister of Revenue Feng Jing submitted a memorial hoping that the construction of the imperial mausoleum could be temporarily suspended and the freed money could be used for disaster relief and post-disaster reconstruction.

As soon as he finished speaking, before the emperor expressed his opinion, Xia Yi, the Minister of Rites, immediately raised an objection, "This is unreasonable. According to the ancestral system, the construction of the imperial mausoleum cannot be stopped."

The emperor sat high up on the dragon throne, saying nothing, and calmly looked at his ministers, who were arguing fiercely over whether to build his tomb or provide relief to the victims.

When they had exhausted their arguments, the emperor finally spoke. "Lord Xia, do you think that I don't look like I will live a long life?"

As soon as these words came out, Xia Yi knelt on the ground with a plop, his knees knocking against the ground with a crisp sound, "I dare not, I am terrified."

"You are so anxious to build a mausoleum for me that I almost thought I would die soon." The emperor said to Xia Yi who was kneeling on the ground. How could Xia Yi have thought that he was trying to flatter someone but ended up hitting the horse's leg.

Then the emperor said to the Minister of Revenue Feng Jing: "Stay for a few days, I am not in a hurry to live here."

As soon as the emperor said this, all the ministers knelt down in fear and shouted, "Long live your majesty!"

"Stand up." The emperor said coldly.

The court officials wiped the cold sweat from their heads and continued the meeting. They felt that the beginning of today's meeting was not very smooth.

The next topic is, the spring flood is about to begin, who should be sent to Jiangnan to inspect the Ganjiang River embankment this year.

The entire Ganjiang River basin is within Dayan. It starts from Ganshan in the west, flows for more than 1,000 kilometers, and flows into the sea in the east. The dams are repaired every year, but they burst every year. The Ganjiang River basin includes many alluvial plains with fertile soil. It should be a land of fish and rice and a wealthy place. However, due to frequent floods, the people are hungry and have a hard life.

This was a thankless job, so no one volunteered. For a moment, one could hear a pin drop in the hall, and the emperor's face became increasingly gloomy.

The eldest prince looked up at the sky. A thin spider silk thread hung from the middle of the curved ceiling, with a small spider hanging below it. It was busy weaving a web.

This web has been formed now, and the palace maids and eunuchs who come to sweep the floor after court is over will clean it up. It's all a waste of effort and useless work.

The second prince looked down at the ground. In the crack of the floor there was a small black ant holding a piece of snack crumbs. Which greedy minister had eaten snacks in the carriage on the way to the court and it fell on his clothes and brought it in.

The snack crumbs were bigger than ants, and the ants had to carry them with difficulty and stumble forward, which made the Second Prince feel tired.

At this time, the Sixth Prince stepped out and said, "Your son is willing to go." The Sixth Prince had been living in his maternal grandparents' home for five years, and only returned to the capital on his birthday and his mother's birthday every year. He had just arrived in Beijing yesterday, and as there was a grand court meeting today, the Emperor wanted him to attend and feel the atmosphere, but he really didn't want to assign him any work.

As for the emperor’s own birthday, forget it, let’s not talk about it.

When the emperor saw his sixth son kneeling down, his legs involuntarily wanted to get off the dragon throne to support himself. He glanced at the hall full of court officials, coughed twice, and sat up straight again.

"Yan'er, get up quickly. You are not yet eighteen years old. Your father is worried about you going on errands at such a young age." If this thankless task was given to Xiaoliu, who was on duty for the first time, her mother would probably chop him to pieces with a knife. Just thinking about it made her scared.

If she came to chop himself up, would he be able to see her? It was becoming increasingly difficult to enter the Yunxiao Palace. Ever since the blind queen had picked a fight with him, he hadn't been into the Yunxiao Palace for four years and hadn't seen Yun Fei.

My dear prince, has your father forgotten that he was only sixteen when he started his mission?

The second prince has been ordered around by his father since he was fifteen years old. How can he still be young when he will be eighteen in a few days?

"I am not a child anymore, and I also want to help my father solve his problems." The Sixth Prince Yu Jingyan looked at his father who was sitting on the high throne.

Just by looking at the word "Yan" in his name, which sounds like "guo" (country), you can tell that the sixth prince is the one favored by the emperor.

The emperor looked at his sixth son's face, which was 70% similar to his mother's. He thought about it for half an incense stick of time. Finally, he closed his eyes and made up his mind, "Okay, then this task is handed over to you. You report to your mother and leave after her birthday."

If Fei'er came out with a knife to chop him, he would beg for mercy, no matter what he begged for. Who hasn't knelt before? Maybe she would soften her heart and let him celebrate her son's birthday with her, which is better than not meeting him at all. Thinking of this, his mood could not help but soar.

The court officials looked at the emperor sitting high up on the dragon throne. His dragon brows were wrinkled and relaxed, making their hearts feel uneasy as if they were held in a strong palm.

Fortunately, in the end, there seemed to be a longing look in the emperor's eyes, and his facial lines became softer.

Your mind is really hard to predict.