The queen is a bit cowardly

Jiang Qingluan's victory was full of twists and turns in the eyes of others, but there seemed to be no suspense.Most of the ministers in Fu Kingdom except for the Jiang family did not stand up to participate in this battle. In their view, this is Jiang's family affair, and they can't compete with Jiang. They only need to bow their heads to the superiors. .And the defeat of the family guy also means that Jiang Qingluan's position has been firmly established, and no one in the entire Fu Kingdom is willing to stand up and become an enemy of Qingluan.

At the same time, Qi Peng also opened the door to welcome Jiang Qingluan.

The gate to enter the city was opened on Zong Bo's suggestion, and the west gate, also known as the Poo Gate, was adopted.According to the tradition of Fu State, the new king should enter through the east gate when he ascends the throne, because the people of Fu moved in from the east, so Erdong Gate is called Dingdu Gate.However, Zongbo Wei Xin believed that Jiang Qingluan was not the new king, and that if he entered the city to succeed as the new king, it would be an acknowledgment of Jiang Chiyuan's orthodoxy, which also meant that he had acknowledged Jiang Cheng's power.

Jiang Qingluan's return to the throne this time is not only to regain what he should have, but also to break everything that was there and build a brand new country.

"Your Highness, the auspicious hour has come."

Wei Xin reminded on the side, who would have thought that Wei Xin, who was in so many difficulties and pedantic at the time, really sat in the position of Uncle Zong in such a way, and even managed Jiang Qingluan's return ceremony.

This is also what Jiang Qingluan wanted others to see, that the nobles of the three princes and the nine ministers no longer belong to the same surname.

Jiang Qingluan didn't take a step because of the word auspicious time. She turned her head and looked at the person beside her. The person beside her was Chang Lan, and Chang Lan's eyes were also looking at her. Such intimacy seemed a bit disgusting to others. However, Jiang Qingluan was really unscrupulous at this time.

Holding Chang Lan's hand, Qingluan said, "I kept saying that I would take Lan'er back to Qipeng to have a look, Gu finally didn't break his promise."

Chang Lan lowered her eyes and looked at the hand tightly held by Jiang Qingluan. She can often control her emotions and show others the most rational face, but now the excitement in her heart is difficult to calm down for a while. She did not expect that However, Jiang Qingluan really decided to let her walk into the broken door with him, into Fengxiang Palace.

"Lan'er?"

Seeing that Chang Lan hesitated, Jiang Qingluan asked again.

How could she not hesitate, now that she and Jiang Qingluan walked out of Che Luan, her relationship with Jiang Qingluan, or the relationship between Fu and Xin was no longer the same as before.

Firming her mind, Chang Lan smiled back.

"Come on, Your Highness."

The two walked down the carriage slowly. On the left and right sides, there were already waiting ministers and ministers of the Fu Kingdom. They came from Jiangcheng and various fiefdoms respectively to welcome the original monarch of this country back to the throne.Jiang Qingluan's gaze also swept from left to right. There were many familiar faces among these people, and it dawned on him that they were also kneeling in front of him five years ago.

Jiang Qingluan shook her head slightly, and Chang Lan noticed this tiny movement.

"Your Highness, what's wrong?"

"Actually..." Jiang Qingluan chuckled: "Sure enough, whoever is the king doesn't have much influence on the ministers."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the two of them can't chat casually, so Chang Lan suppressed her voice: "It's all about mutual interests, Your Highness, pay attention to your manners."

At this time, Jiang Qingluan noticed that he hadn't worn such a formal royal dress for a long time. Last time, in front of the gate of Jiangcheng Mountain, the royal dress was made temporarily, using the fabric selected by the royal dress in the book of ceremonies, but in the end it was Many details that symbolize royal power are not reflected in the folk craftsmanship, and the crown on the head is lighter because no designated gemstones are used. Not to mention that the crown is much heavier now, and the clothes are also much thicker.

"Ah."

Slightly bowing his head, Jiang Qingluan stared straight ahead, and walked towards the direction of Poaomen. In fact, he no longer spoke, and his thoughts remained the same. He went out twice from this gate and defeated the Sha Clan. She is the only one who opened up such a territory for the Fu Kingdom. She also thought that such an immortal feat would make the people of the Fu Kingdom love her, and the ministers of the Fu Kingdom would respect her, and let her name be passed down in the annals of history...

In the end, I was too naive.

But now, those people on the left and right, those who once surrounded me and abandoned me, those who have been guarding me and never left, they all let themselves see the original state of the world and let her govern the country better.

In front of Jiang Qingluan, the two internal historians, one of them was holding a wooden box in which Wang Xi was placed, and the other was holding a braid in his hand, and sang every five steps to show tranquility.

Chang Lan also automatically slowed down her pace, wanting to walk shoulder to shoulder with Jiang Qingluan, but she couldn't help but let Jiang Qingluan walk in the front. Such attention should be brought back by Jiang Qingluan's step by step.

Jiang Qingluan also noticed that Chang Lan had stopped on purpose, and wanted to reach out to hold her, but only got Chang Lan's firm gaze.

"Lang Bazaar at the gate of the city, welcome His Highness into the city!"

Baza took over the position of Chengmen Lang one step earlier. His official rank is not high, but it is an extremely important task to defend the royal city.

Bazaar drank for a while, and the guards at the city gate raised their weapons in unison. Bazaar stepped forward again, and according to the requirements of the ceremony, led Jiang Qingluan to Fengxiang Palace. Fengxiang Palace sits east to west, no need to go around , the diameter is the palace gate in the afternoon.The outside of the city is different from the inside of the city. There are people on both sides of the main road, but there is no expression on the faces of the people. No one knows whether Jiang Qingluan's return represents another Western Expedition.

Jiang Qingluan also walked quietly. She had fallen into the lower ranks and was no longer naive, and she did what she could to fight.If it is in the future, I have to rely on my every move, every word and deed to prove that I deserve this position.

Neishi, who was holding the whip, slammed the whip in the air vigorously, and also took Jiang Qingluan's thoughts back again. At this time, he had already walked outside the palace gate, and according to the etiquette system of the country, he should be welcomed into the palace by his family at this time, but this time There was no one else in front of the time gate, and no one from Jiangcheng was present today. Everyone in this civil war knows who the winner is.

Walking step by step into the palace, Jiang Qingluan's heartbeat also gradually slowed down. The white walls, blue bricks and tiles, and phoenix birds are carved everywhere. When she first arrived at Fengxiang Palace, there were only small trees in the palace. As tall as she is, her mother practiced the knife, and her father practiced the five strings under the guidance of a musician. There was still the figure of Peony in her memory. She followed behind her, encouraging herself to explore the palace.

came back.

Finally home.

One month after Jiang Qingluan was resettled, Jiang Cheng did not send Jiang Xixi as promised, but Jiang Xixi did not choose to escape. Jiang Cheng sent a letter, which was Jiang Xixi's posthumous writing. The book was full of accusations and cursing at Jiang Qingluan. After reading it with great interest, Jiang Qingluan asked someone to give the letter to the official historian, and asked him to write it into the history of Fuguo, so that future generations would know that Jiang Qingluan had nothing but If you want to be a wise king, there will be other people who will hold grudges against you.Also let everyone know what she has done. I have a clear conscience. If future generations want to evaluate it, it is the business of future generations.

"Damn it..." Ba Le scolded: "I have set up the execution ground. He didn't send the dog's head himself. Did your majesty tell you? Make the platform bigger, and pull those dignitaries from Jiangcheng over, and knock them off one by one."

Jiang Qingluan caressed his forehead, Baler was already a general in charge of the three armies in the Fu King's court, every time he spoke in the court, he still had this kind of virtue. The ministers and ministers of the subordinates, some were promoted by themselves, and some were still those people.

"What do you think?" Jiang Qingluan also changed to sit cross-legged, kneeling for too long, only feeling numb in her calves.

Regarding Jiang Qingluan's question, most of the former courtiers dared not say much, and most of the courtiers who followed Jiang Qingluan had the same idea as Ba Le.

"Your Majesty thinks that Jiang Cheng should be spared." Zongbo Wei Xin suggested, and then explained: "I heard that Jiang Yuxi wrote letters to all the ministers before he felled, and only said that you should apologize for his death. If Your Highness kills him again, Afraid that future generations will be criticized."

What Wei Xin mentioned is true. In order not to go to the execution ground in prison clothes as a sinner, Jiang Taixi hung a three-foot white silk at home, dressed decently, and committed suicide. Before committing suicide, as Wei Xin said, Jiang Taixi sent pigeons to the county guards Passing a letter saying that he committed suicide and confessed all his crimes in the book, it can be said that Jiang Qingluan has given Jiang Qingluan enough face and saved himself a bit of face. At least in the history books, this Jiang Cheng family man did not Died in the execution ground.

"Gu, think again."

Jiang Qingluan's embarrassment was further caused by Jiang Xixi's move. What she expected was that the world would know Jiang Cheng's mistakes, and the world should be the world of the people in the world, and no one family can cover the sky.

"Let's leave first." Jiang Qingluan waved to the waiter, and then laughed at himself: "I'm still not used to the days of going to court. I always let me make decisions, and I'm so tired."

The servant sang and retreated from the court. After saluting, everyone dispersed from the hall. Jiang Qingluan got up with some difficulty. It was rare that he knelt for two hours without daring to make a big move. When he was a king back then, he didn't feel so hard. After several years of free-range breeding, these rules became more and more annoying.

Walking out of the main hall, the car to pick up Jiang Qingluan had already parked. Apart from state affairs and family affairs, he hurriedly got on the car and asked the driver to return to Qifeng Terrace. Qifeng Terrace is the residence of the Queen, and of course it is also Chang Lan's residence.

Although it is the queen's residence, everything is done according to Chang Lan's requirements. There are not too many maids in the palace, and extra memorials are also sent here every day. Chang Lan has long been used to those prosperous gold and silver things in Daxin, and they are everywhere. It is a scholarly atmosphere, Fu Guo is still black, everything looks heavy, but Chang Lan's residence is much more lively.

Jiang Qingluan took off her cumbersome coat, and she didn't know whether she looked relaxed after taking off her clothes or came here with nothing in mind, but felt that her steps were much lighter.

"Your Highness, go slowly."

Chang Lan was already familiar with Jiang Qingluan's footsteps, and she knew Jiang Qingluan's haste without looking back.

"Come here, you can't be slow." Jiang Qingluan jumped behind Chang Lan, pressed her shoulder, rubbed her forehead against Chang Lan's back, and made a childlike coquettish sound from her mouth.

"Your Highness, is there another disaster in front of the palace today?" Chang Lan turned around and stroked Jiang Qingluan's head: "Why don't you tell me first."