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Chapter 183 Her demonic words confuse me 14

The dream was outrageously absurd.

Qi Jinchao pursed his lips and put his index finger on his forehead, his face undisguised for exhaustion.

This look is rare.

Qi Nian Nian played with the tea bowl in his hand and narrowed his eyes slightly.

He suddenly opened his mouth and said as if he was joking: "You look like you are lovesick now. Why don't I appoint an imperial physician to you?"

lovesickness? It's not quite there, but it's almost there.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, but no need."

"Now I always keep things in my heart, and don't want my mother and me to worry, but it's not an option if we continue like this."

Qi Nian looked at the Queen Mother: "It is better to marry a princess for now to make people feel at ease."

He had misunderstood. Over the years, Qi Jinchao had held military power and had become friends with the mighty general's legitimate son. He was afraid that Qi Jinchao would marry a princess with a distinguished family background. By then, the power of King Huai would be unprecedentedly powerful. People can stop it.

Then why not marry a lowly princess for Qi Jinchao?

He, the emperor's younger brother, is still young and has a frank temper. He may be naive and ignorant about love.

Then find some experienced women, no matter what their status, as long as they can seduce him.

Qi Nian's smile deepened and he asked: "Today, if you like anyone, I will grant you a marriage."

The Queen Mother disapproved: "Choose someone with good upbringing and etiquette, and don't let those shady women seduce you."

This is eloquent.

Qi Nian's smile faded slightly, and he lowered his head and took a sip of tea.

It is well known that the Queen Mother dislikes Qiao Wu.

She wanted to say something more, but Qi Nian was impatient to hear any more.

The tea bowl was placed heavily on the table, and he stood up: "I thought I had something else to do, so I'll leave first."

The emperor was unhappy, and even though the Queen Mother was his mother, he did not dare to say anything.

When his figure walked away, the Queen Mother leaned weakly on the couch and gritted her teeth in hatred:

"Ai Jia just said a word, and your majesty came to protect you. That demon concubine actually deceived your majesty to this point!"

She sighed and took Qi Jinchao's hand: "Chengji, you must advise His Majesty in the court and don't let that evil concubine harm the court."

"It's true that the evil concubine is causing harm to the country."

Qi Jinchao looked pale.

It is Your Majesty who announces the increase in taxes, and it is Your Majesty who kills courtiers with a stick. Who can make the Emperor do something he does not want to do?

Just as Jiang Xinlian could not stop him, Concubine Rou could not force the emperor.

It's not them who are at fault.

The Queen Mother complained for a long time, and when she finally let Qi Jinchao leave, it was almost noon.

The housekeeper of the house was guarding the front door. When he saw him getting off the carriage, he was about to greet him when a person suddenly appeared from behind and squeezed him away.

"Go, go, don't block the road!"

The Taoist priest rushed to Qi Jinchao, walked around the carriage, and stood on tiptoe to peer into the carriage.

Qi Jinchao was accustomed to his wanton behavior and asked in a good temper: "What are you looking for?"

There was no one in the carriage, and the Taoist priest was disappointed: "Where is your wife? Why didn't she come back with you?"

Qi Jinzhao glanced at him: "I have not yet married a wife. I have reiterated this several times."

"Tsk, tsk," the Taoist priest stroked his long beard and glanced at the man's face, "Has Your Highness been peaceful in his dreams recently?"

Qi Jinchao:...

He took a deep breath and whispered: "She is in the palace, how can I bring her back to the house now, Taoist priest, don't joke."

The Taoist priest looked sad and followed Qi Jinchao into the house, muttering incessantly:

"I have longed for freedom in my life, and I followed you into the house just to see your wife's fate. But it's been so long and I haven't seen her yet, alas."

He had a sudden thought: "Why don't Your Highness bring me into the palace? At least let me take a look."

He is obviously very old, but he talks nonsense as if he is ignorant of the world.

Qi Jinchao flatly refused: "How can I enter and exit the palace at will without His Majesty's summons? Don't even think about it."

The sighs became louder.

The Taoist priest drooped his head listlessly. When he was about to leave, he remembered something and raised his eyelids and said casually: "Oh, by the way, I did some fortune-telling last night."

He pointed to the southeast: "There is a tendency to fall there."

Southeast side?

"National Division?"

Qi Jinchao's movements in his hand paused slightly, and his tone was light: "He can predict celestial phenomena and earthquakes. Without him, the people may be in catastrophe."

Regardless of whether the Taoist's calculations were accurate or not, Jing Rong could not die until there was no other person who could do this.

"I'll have someone watch him."

*

Fengtian Palace.

The huge main hall didn't have many objects. There was only a desk in front of it, which looked empty and lonely.

Jingrong held a volume of book and slowly read through it.

Jiaotang, wrapped in a large cloak, walked softly to Jingrong with a wooden plate in hand, and said softly: "Sir, I have boiled some sweet soup, please use some."

Jingrong raised his head and said in a calm tone: "Leave it there."

As indulgent as ever, and as cold as ever.

Jiaotang bit her lower lip, a hint of unwillingness flashed in her eyes.

Everyone knows that the Imperial Preceptor prefers beautiful beauties, but they don’t know that the Imperial Preceptor only appreciates the beauty of beauties and never gets close to them.

But Jiaotang was unwilling to give in.

Ever since the imperial master brought her back from the brothel, she has been pampering her with delicious food and drinks. She is grateful to and admires you.

She wants to be someone for adults.

"Master National Teacher."

Jingrong tilted his head: "What else can I do?"

Jiaotang summoned up the courage to untie the cloak with her bare hands. The thick cloak slipped from her shoulders and piled at her feet, revealing the woman's fair and plump body.

But the man's reaction was far from expected.

There is no lust or disgust.

Jingrong was stunned as the white flesh occupied his sight, and his calm face turned pale almost instantly.

Vomiting surged in his throat, and he immediately covered his mouth, with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

"Guo, National Preceptor?"

Jiaotang was frightened by his appearance and was at a loss when she tried to help him, but was pushed away.

"Go away!"

The wide sleeve belt turned over the incense burner on the table, making a loud noise.

Jingfeng, who was guarding the door, immediately opened the door and walked in: "Sir!"

Jiaotang screamed and hurriedly picked up the cloak and wrapped it around herself.

Jing Rong was lying in front of the desk, his face still ugly and his voice weak:

"Get out."