The prince hugs his daughter-in-law and cries poorly every day gl[Transmigration Book]+ Extra Story

Ji Qinian smiled softly, his eyes were starry, softly shining, "You are growing up too, no matter whether Miss Huang agrees or not, you should make your own voice."

She stretched out her hand to pat Ji Qiyou, and motioned her to let go of her hair, "I, the Qi royal family, the most taboo is the princess who has no opinion."

Ji Qiyou withdrew his hand, seeing that Ji Qinian's attention was not on him, he stretched out his hand again.

Subconsciously, Ji Chenjing straightened her back, her eyes were bright and thoughtful.

Ji Qinian smiled gently, and took back his hair from Ji Qiyou's hands with his white fingers, "As for no one to use, Mr. Yang should have given you the list. If you don't understand, just ask me. I Right in Zongzheng Mansion."

"Ask me, ask me, ask me!" Ji Qiyou sat up, his face full of excitement.She looked smug, and felt that spreading knowledge to her little niece was very suitable for her.

Ji Chenjing looked helplessly at the empress aunt who was eager to express herself, and solemnly bowed to King Ning, "Jing knows."

Ji Qinian nodded, and said gently, "However, I guess you won't be able to find a candidate for a while, so I'll give you three suggestions."

With a soft voice, she whispered three names, "Cui Rong, Tan Shi, Yan Cong."

Ji Chenjing read it by herself, "Jing knows, thank you Auntie for your hard work."

Ji Qinian nodded, and held down Ji Qiyou, who was baring his teeth with one hand, "It's getting late, you should go back earlier."

"Be careful of those crows and censors!" Ji Qiyou's expression turned serious.

"Thank you, Aunt Huang, for reminding me that Jing will leave." Ji Chenjing solemnly nodded her head to express her understanding, and then bowed to leave.

……

"Jing'er is very obedient, don't you think so?" Ji Qiyou put his head on Ji Qiyou's shoulder and said with his eyes rolling.

Ji Qinian glanced at her, his expression was calm, no longer the appearance of a gentle elder just now.

"How many times have I told you not to take part in seizing the heir, have you ever heard it?" Ji Qinian's voice was not harsh, but Ji Qiyou looked left and right with a guilty conscience.

"Jing'er has been good since she was a child, and she likes to run with me. It's just that she hasn't done well these years and has been bullied all the time, but her nature is still very good!" Ji Qiyou's face gradually sank, "Sister Huang only has those things in her heart." Man, he doesn't even care about his own crown prince, causing those ministers to be lazy and slaves to bully the master, it's really hateful!"

"Speak carefully!" Ji Qinian shouted, but his eyes were helpless.Ji Qiyou was speaking from Ji Chenjing's point of view.

"People change, let alone the prince." Ji Qinian couldn't help but want to wake her up and tell her not to be too sincere.

"Hmph, the world still says that Tianjiazi has a ghostly mind and is a deadly enemy of each other? Then we are?"

"Sophistry." Ji Qinian frowned dissatisfied.

"Then you know, you still offered to help her?"

Ji Qinian was silent.

"I know Miss Huang is the best!" Seeing her silence, Ji Qiyou immediately rubbed her face with a playful smile.

Ji Qinian touched her face, sighed slightly, but his eyes softened.

……

Although Ji Chenjing didn't know that Ji Qiyou took the initiative to drag Ji Qinian into the water in order to help her, but he could guess just by guessing.

King Ning has always been more involved in their family affairs, and he hides whenever he can at every family banquet.In the past, even if it was a gang, it was only when Ji Qiyou made a move that she had no choice but to make a move.

Like today, it is even more impossible to come forward in person, even guide Ji Chenjing, and help her analyze the pros and cons.

But why didn't the original Ji Qi Nian appear?

What did you do yourself?

Ji Chenjing blankly reviewed his actions since time travel, and found that they were all ordinary and nothing special.

Just go out to gain reputation, speak better, probably nothing else will change.

Thinking of this, Ji Chenjing didn't step into the carriage, "Go back to the palace."

The moonlight was low, and the ground also shone with silvery shadows.

Fortunately, the curfew in Daqi was relatively late, and the palace ban was also relatively late, so Ji Chenjing was able to rush back to the palace calmly after seeing the moon.

"Qingchen." Ji Chenjing opened the curtain and called.

"Your subordinate is here!" Yang Qingchen, who was riding a horse to protect him, immediately came over when he heard the voice, and lowered his head.

"You go home and return to the palace tomorrow morning." Ji Chenjing handed her the note written by himself.

Qingchen was taken aback for a moment, then said in a clear voice, "No."

Hearing a brisk sound of horseshoes, Qi Jing gradually drifted away at night.

The carriage creaked and continued to move slowly on the bluestone brick road.

Under the moonlight, the Qingban carriage, guarded by hundreds of people, drove in from the palace gate in a low-key manner.

……

"Lang Jun is back." Awakened by the knock on the door, the sharp-eyed doorman could see the person at a glance.

While supporting her hat, she said, "Mr. Lang, wait a moment, the little one will come right away!"

Qingchen rode on the horse with a solemn expression, and did not get off the horse until the door was opened.

After entering the door, the servants in the mansion were alarmed, Yang Qingchen handed the reins to the person beside him, and asked, "Is grandma asleep?"

On one side, a middle-aged woman in Tsing Yi, who had obviously just woken up and her belt was still knotted, walked quickly.

She walked up half a body behind Yang Qingchen, bowed her head and said, "The Patriarch has already fallen asleep, but Dalang is not asleep yet. Do you want to see him?"

Yang Qingchen frowned, "I'm going to visit my mother."

The mansion seemed to be alive suddenly, and the servants rushing back and forth made the quiet mansion noisy.

In the East Palace, she was just a guard.

But in the Yang Mansion, she is the honorable master, the eldest grandson, and the established master of the Yang Mansion in the future.

……

"What's the noise?"

"Report to Patriarch, Da Lang is back."

"It's so late?" Yang Yanhe just lay down, she sat up, her voice was soothing, "Call her to see me."

Yang Qingchen was summoned by his grandmother just after visiting his mother.

"Grandson pays respects to Grandmother Ann!" Yang Qingchen, who was in the mansion, kowtowed politely.

"Get up. But the crown prince ordered you to bring the message?" Yang Yanhe asked straight to the point with only the grandfather and grandson present.

"Yes." Yang Qingchen stood up and handed over the small note.

Yang Yanhe took a look, without moving his face, "Who did the prince meet today?"

"Today, His Highness was invited by His Highness King Ning to enter the inner garden. There should be King Qi Shan there, and the rest of the grandchildren don't know."

The prince and the prince were chatting homely, so Yang Qingchen naturally didn't dare to go in.

Yang Yanhe nodded and looked at the note in his hand.

I saw a few small characters written on the top, "Zhan Shifu. Cui Rong, Tan Shi, Yan Cong."

Yang Yanhe didn't talk about it, but asked, "How is the prince doing these days?"

"Your Highness worked hard, but he was not allowed to enter. These days, he just wandered around the market with his grandson." Yang Qingchen was a little excited.

Yang Yanhe frowned.

"Your Highness is very distressed. I just heard that Elder Liu is holding a poetry meeting today, and His Highness is happy to go..." His Highness is really working hard!

Yang Yanhe frowned even tighter, and couldn't help but said, "Scholars are mostly people who invite talkative talk, and it's useless to get close. Didn't you tell the prince what I said?"

"Grandson said it." Yang Qingchen didn't dare to be blamed by her grandmother, she immediately explained, seeing her grandmother frowning, she didn't dare to talk nonsense, and quickly said, "His Royal Highness just watched, and met Mr. Yang during the period. Mr. Yang He also recommended a few scholars to His Highness, His Highness asked them a few words and let them go."

Yang Yanhe frowned slightly.

"Master Yang invited His Highness to judge the poetry meeting, but was declined by His Highness. Mr. Yang is still very disappointed."

Yang Yanhe finally relaxed his brows, and said broadly, "You are right. Your Highness is the foundation of the Central Palace, and Shilin is born to stand on His Highness's side, and His Highness does not need to contact him. It will be of little use after those people become officials."

"Scholars are immature and inexperienced, and their eyes are high and their abilities are low. It's useless to win them over, and it's easy to show their flaws. It's better to let them go."

Yang Qingchen listened respectfully, but quickly wrote it down in her head, knowing that these words were not meant for herself, so she just passed the microphone.

"These three people..." Yang Yanhe's eyes moved slightly.

"I have a way to get them to kiss the East Palace, and His Highness can choose by himself." She smiled slightly, "Whether Jieshi can persuade them to be used by His Highness depends on His Highness's means!"

Although she can help His Highness fight for it, her immature dragon claws can't hold back a tiger, and she can exercise it once.

Even if it doesn't work when the time comes, a prince who has experienced failures and walked past his heart will be more able to win the hearts of ministers than a prince who stands still and relies on the help of his grandfather to win him over.

Anyway, Yang Yanhe, who was the second assistant, was a former official of the Ministry of Officials. There were many former officials of her in the Ministry of Officials.

Before, it was just that Donggong herself was not in the mood, and she didn't dare to move lightly. The emperor's thinking in this regard was very strange, and he insisted that the princesses do it themselves, and no outsiders were allowed to take the initiative to intervene.

Ministers like them can only passively wait for contact.