First Lady of the Crown Prince

   Chapter 349

   "Isn't this a good night's sleep?" Gu Jiao raised her eyebrows.

  Duke Wei opened his mouth wide, and did not make a sound for a long time.

  From time to time in the hall came the laughter of sisters Liu and the two daughters-in-laws of Zhou's grandmother's family, as well as the babbling noise of their children in the front yard and Xiaojingkong.

  In the past, your Majesty could hardly fall asleep when there was a little movement in the palace, and it was so noisy outside, how could your Majesty sleep so soundly?

  The emperor slept directly from the afternoon to the next morning, without eating dinner.

  Gu Jiao looked at the emperor rushing into the carriage with a fluffy, turbulent hair to go to the early morning, and wondered how could it seem that he could not sleep? Obviously sleeps more than her!

  She smashed the black gunpowder last night, and the whole family woke up. The emperor was snoring like thunder, and the yard was full of his dragon's breath—commonly known as snoring.

   "Hmm." Gu Jiao touched her chin, "I thought I stunned him in the middle of the night."

  "Hurry up! What are you trying to do!" The emperor slapped the coachman on the head. He was so alive that he was definitely not stunned.

  The emperor had a good night's sleep, refreshed, returned to the Huaqing Palace to wash, changed his dragon robe, and went to the Golden Temple.

Feng Hu, the Queen Mother of Zhuang, also arrived near the Jinluan Temple.

  Duke Qin reminded: "The Queen Mother, Your Majesty is here."

  It's here, Queen Mother Zhuang rolled her eyes.

  The Queen Mother, who folded her waist for five candied fruits, let her go out of the sedan chair and walked out with the help of Duke Qin.

  The emperor also got out of the sedan chair and looked at the Queen Mother Zhuang with a smile. He did not forget to bow his hand in the salute of a son: "Son, please peace to the queen."

Yesterday, I looked like a Chinese cabbage, but today I am clearly energized. Empress Dowager Zhuang glanced at him lightly and said, “It’s getting late, don’t delay, and go to court. Talk about the emperor. Didn’t it always arrive earlier than Ai’s house? Why is it so late today?"

  The emperor was embarrassed to say that he had overslept in Bishui Hutong. He obviously couldn't sleep in the magnificent palace. He went to the small broken house of the Queen Mother, but slept dimly, saying that he despised himself!

  He won’t admit that the room is sleepy, it must be because he was too tired to sleep for a few days.

  The emperor was thinking about it, and inadvertently saw the Queen Mother Zhuang holding a delicate hand stove in her hand.

  This is a dual-purpose hand stove. It can be filled with charcoal in winter and ice in summer. It is cold in your hand, which is very cool.

  The emperor suddenly smiled, walked over, raised his hand and knocked down the hand stove of the Queen Mother.

  The hand stove slammed on the bluestone floor.

  The texture is very hard and not broken.

   Queen Mother Zhuang looked at the emperor's eyes cold, and was about to get angry when she saw several court officials coming from not far away.

   "Duke Wei, the hand stove of the queen dowager fell off, don't you want to pick it up for the queen dowager?"

   "...Yes!" Grandpa Wei picked up the hand stove on the ground and got dirty on the ground. Naturally, he couldn't just pass it to the queen mother. He was about to wipe it with his sleeve.

  The emperor took the hand stove over: "I will come." He took out the veil and wiped the hand stove carefully, as if it was so shiny that he smiled and handed it to the Queen Mother, "Mother, your hand stove."

  The court officials who saw this scene couldn't help but exclaimed secretly. Your Majesty is so filial to the Queen Mother, and he personally helped her to clean the stove.

The corner of the Queen Mother Zhuang's mouth twitched.

  She pulled the hand furnace with a cold face.

  The emperor reminded sternly: "Smile, mother, smile, look at it!"

  I laugh at you big donkey hoof!

  The Queen Mother Zhuang smirked: "Ha ha ha."

  The officials walked away, and the empress mother Zhuang stopped smiling for a second, and threw the hand stove held by the emperor to Duke Qin disgustingly.

  While walking up the steps of the Jinluan Temple, Queen Mother Zhuang lifted her phoenix robe to cover her feet, and stepped on the back of the emperor's instep!

  Emperor: Wow ——

  There were people all around, he shut his mouth tightly, and swallowed the hoarse desperately into his stomach.

  The pain is so painful that his facial features are twisted into a ball!

   Queen Mother Zhuang smiled faintly: "What happened to the emperor?"

  The emperor stiffened all over and pinched his thigh: "Foot...foot..."

  Remove your feet!

   "Oh, the emperor twisted his foot?" Empress Dowager Zhuang raised her eyebrows and ran a foot on the back of his instep. The emperor rolled his eyes in pain and almost lost his breath.

  Queen Mother Zhuang stretched out her hand gracefully, held his arm, and smiled: "Weijia will help you." Then she kept smiling and squeezed a few words from her teeth, "Look at it, the emperor, laugh."

  The emperor laughed more ugly than crying.

  The officials couldn’t help sighing—the Queen Mother also loved her son very much!

  It seems that after the misunderstanding that the queen mother poisoned Xiaohou, Zhaodu, was resolved, the relationship between mother and son really eased a lot!

  Gu Jiao knew nothing about the palace. After sending Xiao Jingkong to the Imperial College for education, she went to the hospital.

  She found that the medical hall often had a lot of patients in the morning, and it was a little leisurely in the afternoon. The little girl who used to be a female student came to play the piano from time to time, but now she can’t hear it anymore.

  She tried to let Xiao Jiangli learn the piano, but this girl is only interested in herbal medicine, and she is more stupid to learn the piano than her calligraphy.

  She had to give up the idea of ​​letting Xiao Jiangli play the piano for her.

  Gu Jiao looked at the Fuxi Qin on the table, tapped her fingertips on the piano case a few times, opened the case, and took out the Fuxi Qin with its burnt tail.

  Her slender fingers gently stroked the strings, but in the end she did not play. She put Fuxi Qin back, closed the piano case, and got up out of the hospital.

  She went to the martial arts gym.

  After months of challenges in the martial arts competition, she has gone from a first-level martial artist to a great martial artist in the martial arts hall, and then she should be a master.

  I heard that the total number of masters in the whole capital does not exceed one hand, so it is very rare.

  Of course, this is the jargon, to the common people, it is a group of martial arts masters.

  At the level of Grand Master, it is rare to appear in the arena. There is a Grand Master in Taihe Martial Arts Hall, but it is just named. Gu Jiao has come to the Martial Arts Hall so many times, and he has never seen a single strand of hair.

Lord Hou also came to the martial arts gym today. He was not just here to watch Gu Jiao's martial arts competition. He also wanted to see if there were other powerful seedlings here. After Gu Jiao, his eyes became critical.

  It seems difficult to find another young man so young, so talented, and able to control his own murderous intentions.

  He is a warrior on the battlefield. He has killed countless times in his life. How can he not feel the desire to kill in a person?

  Lord Houye didn’t know what his little brother had gone through. The desire to kill is so heavy. What is rare is that he lowered his desire to kill and did not let himself become a murderer.

  This is another reason why Master Hou appreciates Gu Jiao.

  Gu Jiao came down from the martial arts stage, and Master Lao Hou also came out of the wing on the second floor, and the two met in the lobby.

  Lord Hou looked at Gu Jiao with a smile, and said, "Is today's contest over?"

  Gu Jiao nodded.

"You have made a lot of progress recently." To his expectation, if he hadn't watched the little brother compare each other, he would almost think that the little brother was a master at first, but he lost his strength for some reason. Somehow it slowly recovered.

  Old Master Hou said again: "By the way, are you still practicing your recent marksmanship?"

  Referring to this, Gu Jiao blinked.

  Master Hou was slightly startled: "Did you bring your red spear?"

  Gu Jiao shook her head.

The old man didn't know that her red tasseled gun was lost as early as the night when he saved the emperor. He only thought she had forgotten at home. He smiled and said, "It's okay. I just happened to bring you a new red tasseled gun. "

  Gu Jiao followed him to the backyard of the martial arts hall.

  Lao Houye’s carriage stopped outside the back door. He went to the carriage and took a red spear wrapped in red cloth, and handed it to Gu Jiao: "Try it."

  Gu Jiao took it, and took a look at the red cloth.

Wow!

   is the big guy she fancy in the barracks!

  This red wing gun is two inches longer than the ordinary red wing gun, and it weighs more heavily. The head of the gun is shining with cold light. Gu Jiao took it in her hand and tried a trick. It was like a dragon stunned by the dragon.

  Old Houye's eyes unconsciously showed some satisfaction.

  Sure enough, his vision is very unique, this red gun of the famous general of Yan country is very suitable for his little brother.

  "Don't you feel heavy?" he asked.

  Gu Jiao shook her head.

  She likes its weight, it has the potential to destroy the dead, and it has the power to break through.

  She played a few more tricks, and the more she played, the more satisfied she became.

  She didn't like cold weapons before, but this red gun was too much to her heart.

  Old Master Hou has been observing her moves. It was the set of marksmanship he taught her, but that set of marks was more suitable for ordinary red spears, and could not exert the maximum power of this red spear.

   "Brother Gu, wait a moment." He walked over, "Give me the red spear."

  Gu Jiao was having fun, smashed her mouth, and gave him the red spear.

Old Houye took it and did not do any fancy moves. He only made one move. His legs were slightly bent, his right hand held the root of the red tasseled gun, close to his right waist, and the middle of the red tasseled gun with his left hand, facing the tip of the gun. In front, stabbed out suddenly!

  A seemingly simple move, but at that moment it was filled with infinite murderous aura. Even the wind and sand were startled, and the leaves rustled.

  Gu Jiao's mask was almost blown off.

  She blinked her eyes, her eyes were shining, she took out her small notebook and wrote, "What's this trick?"

Old Houye patiently explained: "This is called the middle four, which belongs to the middle-level spear method. It is the master of the Liuhe spear. The long spear ranks first in the twenty-four positions. It seems simple, but in fact it can change infinitely. Don't you If you don’t practice it first, just practice this trick. Come on, you try."

  Gu Jiao took the Hongying gun and tried it.

  ...Naturally, it is not very standard.

  Lord Hou said: "Don't worry, take your time."

  Thinking that at the beginning, his master asked him to practice this trick for five full years. He once did not understand the profound meaning of the master. It was only after many years that he realized that the essence of marksmanship was in this trick.

  Gu Jiao practiced for a while, sweating profusely.

Master Hou felt that he had almost practiced today, and said to Gu Jiao, "Let’s practice another day, it’s getting late, are you hungry for little brother Gu? I ask you to eat donkey meat, and the family donkey meat is burned next door. Brother Gu should like it."

  Gu Jiao erected the red spear and held it in her arms, and took out a small book to write: "I have something to do tonight, and I will go to eat donkey meat and burn with you another day."

   "This way." A trace of loss flashed across Old Houye's eyes.

  Gu Jiao looked at him and wrote, "You seem to have something on your mind?"

   "No, no." I just want to find someone to drink some boring wine.

  Gu Jiao continued to write: "We are brothers who have worshipped the handle, and we have nothing to talk about between the brothers."

  Little brother Gu is a trustworthy person, and Master Hou has indeed been bothered by this matter for a long time recently, and he is not making up his mind.

  He hesitated, cleared his throat, and said to Gu Jiao: "Brother Gu, if you have a friend."

   Here comes, there is a friend.

  Gu Jiao understands in seconds!

  Lord Hou opened his mouth, and then said: "If he is going to do something deviant, do you support it or not?"

  Gu Jiao wrote: "It depends on what kind of apostasy it is."

  Master Hou cleared his throat: "For example... Take a person away and fly high?"

  Ah, the old man is going to elope with someone!

  Gu Jiao wrote without hesitation: "Support!"

  Old Houye looked astonished.

  No, don’t you hesitate? So sloppy?

  Gu Jiao wrote out what she had seen when she peeked at the diary of her godfather in her previous life: "Emotion is a matter for two people. As long as they like each other, they can find freedom together."

  You can't find freedom in the organization, and you can't like anyone, and you will be punished by the godfather.

  So why there is this sentence in the diary of the godfather, Gu Jiao has been wondering.

   Forget it, she is dead anyway, and she will never see the godfather again.

  Gu Jiao continued to write: "Happy, happy, just, going, bold, courageous, chasing, begging! No, want, harm, fear, world, mundane, insight, light!"

  Master Hou took a breath: "In case of rejection..."

  Gu Jiao wrote: "Rejection means she doesn't like you, you can just give up!"

  How do you have a sigh with Gu Yan?

  Are young people now so smart?

  Lord Hou did not change his face and said: "It's not me!"

  Gu Jiao: Oh.

  When there is only one person affirming an idea, perhaps your heart is not firm enough, and when more people affirm it, it can take root in your heart.

  Not to mention that he just asked two people casually and got the same answer. It can be seen that he was too worried before. This matter was originally very simple.

  He wants to take her out of the palace!

  (End of this chapter)