The killer concubine of the sick prince

Jiang Jiuyi has been to many places, including stealing treasures at Buckingham Palace, appreciating paintings at the Palace of Versailles, making the White House extremely noisy, and lingering in the huge scale of the Forbidden City.

But now Zhengjin Miyagi in the Daiei Dynasty is obviously another scene.

Magnificent and open, it seems that an invisible hand is pressing everyone in this city, declaring the dignity of your heavenly family with irresistible majestic coercion.

Different from the red walls and gold bricks of the Forbidden City, the colors here are more solemn, with blue-gray wall tiles and black gold color matching. Jiang Jiuyi doesn't understand architecture and can't see the way. She just thinks that if a killer enters this place, it is really hard to fly.

Jiang Jiuyi walked forward with Zhao Ruixi's arm, and now they were in Zhengjin Palace City, and they didn't know how far the Zhaoning Palace was going to go as the eunuch said.

He looked at Zhao Ruixi's eagerness to take a step and pant three times, thought for a moment and asked earnestly, "How far is Zhaoning Hall?"

Zhao Ruixi squinted at him, as if disgusted, "Why, are you tired?"

Jiang Jiuyi, "...pretend I didn't ask."

On the contrary, Zhao Ruixi insisted, "Why are you so impolite, little girl?"

"If I say I'm tired, what can I do?" Jiang Jiuyi has a serious face no matter what he does, so that when he asks this question, it seems that he is seriously mocking Zhao Ruixi for messing around.

But Zhao Ruixi really had nothing to do, although he was used to being domineering in the palace and was notoriously generous, but it would be a taboo to walk around in the Zhengjin Palace.

So he said angrily, "Enough."

Seeing that Jiang Jiuyi didn't reply after a while, she stiffened her neck and said awkwardly: "It's another quarter of an hour."

Jiang Jiuyi sighed softly in her heart, and even began to sympathize with the long-lived guards whom she had only seen a few times. I really don't know how difficult it is for him to have such a master.

But this diseased son, Prince Xi, is right. He is really famous in this palace. When he walked through the imperial garden, there were children playing around, but when he saw him coming, he immediately slipped away to see Not anymore.

It is conceivable that he is also a person who has had many glorious deeds.

Passing through the imperial garden, you will arrive at the Zhaoning Hall. Seeing the crowds of honor guards outside, you can tell that the people inside are very important.

Zhao Ruixi, who had been supported by him all the way, suddenly stood up straight, and took half a step forward, protecting him behind him.

It was only after this time that he realized that Zhao Ruixi was so much taller than him.

For Jiang Jiuyi, being protected by someone is a very novel experience. He looked at everything in the palace from the corner of his eyes curiously. He remembered that the maid Chuntao said that after entering the palace, don’t look around, just follow suit, so it’s just He looked quietly with his eyelashes down.

Entering the hall, there were many female relatives, and all kinds of incense smelled all at once, which almost made Jiang Jiuyi's sense of smell lose its sense of smell. Only then did he realize that this body's sense of smell was unusually sensitive.

The leaders should be the current emperor and empress, but since he had lowered his head since he came in, Jiang Jiuyi didn't know what the face of the emperor was like.

"The son and minister pay respects to the emperor father and the queen mother."

"Courts and concubines pay respects to father and mother."

After the greetings, tea is served, and a set of etiquettes took a lot of effort. Today there are not only the queen, but also the four concubines, and countless eyes can't help but make any mistakes.

Jiang Jiuyi is imitative, holding her voice down like a [-]-year-old girl, although she is always slow, she still seems to think that he has a stable personality.

After serving the tea, the concubines and concubines dispersed, leaving only the emperor and empress in the huge palace.

"Are you the girl of the Jiang family? Raise your head and let me have a look." A dignified voice came from the front, and Jiang Jiuyi raised her head as she said, but her slow movements made Empress Xia who was sitting on top smile. .

Only now did Jiang Jiuyi see what the emperor and empress of Dayong looked like. The emperor's appearance could be considered upright, but compared with a monster like Zhao Ruixi, this appearance seemed a bit ordinary, but his facial features could be seen. It can be seen that there is a bit of similarity, and they are all the type of not angry and self-aggrandizing.

As for the queen, she has nothing in common with Zhao Ruixi. She is dignified and beautiful, with a warm and noble air all over her body. She is full of elegance in every frown and smile. Even Jiang Jiuyi, who is used to sensuality, wants to praise her beauty.

"I didn't expect you to be such a lucky star, and actually woke up Xi'er." Empress Xia's expression was soft, with a genuine smile in her eyes, "You look like a child. How old is this year?"

This is already the third person who asked Jiang Jiuyi's age, and he replied in a straightforward manner: "It will be fifteen years later."

Compared to the emperor with a rigid and solemn expression, the empress seemed much more amiable. It might be too much to say that she was amiable. She looked about thirty years old, and she still had a charm. It was the most attractive age for a woman.

The queen beckoned him to go forward, Jiang Jiuyi glanced sideways at Zhao Ruixi and found that his expression was the same, so she stepped forward with her skirt and followed the queen's footsteps.

This water-red dress was very long, and a part of it would be dragged on the ground when walking, so Jiang Jiuyi walked carefully for fear that she would be tripped and make a fool of herself.

Although he doesn't like to speculate on people's hearts, his intuition is always accurate. The queen feels very sincere to him. Although he can't be called very friendly, he can feel that there is no malice involved.

The two walked slowly to an attic, where they could see the lake in the distance, as well as the cascading temples and palaces.

Riding the winter morning breeze, the flying snowflakes swirled and landed in the sun, and the cold air breathed into the chest cavity made the internal organs thoroughly.

"In two years, Xi'er will go to Liuyang Jiufan. It will be difficult to see you again. If you have free time, you can come to the palace to chat with me. It must be a pleasure to see you young and energetic children. There can also be more vitality in the palace." When the queen speaks, she always looks at you intently, making people feel cherished and valued, and she can't help but want to listen to it.

"Yes, Queen Mother." Jiang Jiuyi thought, calling her Queen Mother should be correct, right?

Here Jiang Jiuyi and Empress Xia get along happily, but on the other side Zhao Ruixi and his emperor's father are not so happy.

It was the father and son who looked at each other with distaste and disdain and arrogance in their resemblance.

"After getting married, you can't be self-willed. As a prince or a prince, you have to look like a nobleman of the heavenly family."

But Zhao Ruixi obviously didn't listen to Emperor Meng Qing's words, and he seemed absent-minded.

"Zhao Ruixi! What do you look like playing around all day long!"

Zhao Ruixi stood upright, "What does the emperor want me to look like?"

"Now that you are so unmotivated, how sad your mother will be when she sees it!" Emperor Meng Qing's tone was full of hatred, as if he was really heartbroken for Zhao Ruixi, just like the father of an ordinary family. son worried.

But Zhao Ruixi's expression was cold, "It turns out—the emperor still remembers my mother..."

I remember Empress Su, who died because of power strife and imperial manipulation.

[The author has something to say: 91: How can this sick man speak so well...]