The Buddha recalled his past life.

I had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

In his previous life, he became the head of the Directorate of Ceremonial Affairs when he was fifteen years old.

He is now a child under eight years old.

The timing is wrong!

Rong Zhen should, in theory, be at the height of his career.

Something went wrong.

Could it be that he regained his memories and disrupted the timeline of this era?

That shouldn't be the case!

His major moves are all in the State of Qi.

The State of Qi today is essentially a country ruled by law, where the power of law is not without human consideration, and criminal laws are adjusted or amended at the discretion of human feelings.

And it is supported by so many capable, talented, young and full of ideas.

There shouldn't be any major problems in the short term.

Fu Tu's gaze slowly fell on Su Jiao Niang.

Mother?

In the past two years, besides making chili peppers and hot pot, my mother has occasionally succumbed to my daughter's requests and boasted that she has copied down the works of her predecessors and written some books.

However, the main focus of these books is to improve women's acceptance and make life less oppressive.

What is his relationship with Rong Zhen?

"What are you worried about at such a young age? Is there some problem you can't solve?"

Su Jiaoniang reached out and gently patted the sleeping Tangbao.

Little Sugar Bun is different from her brother Tangyuan; she seems a bit spoiled.

It's rare to see such a spoiled little boy.

Sometimes, Su Jiaoniang even felt that the child shouldn't be called Tangbao (Sugar Bun), but Jiaojiao (Charming Beauty).

My older brother is a bit like a Buddha; he doesn't like crowds. Except when he's hungry or needs to pee, he generally doesn't cry or make any whimpering noises.

But Tangbao loves to act cute.

Pulling at someone and wanting a kiss.

They also love the fragrant smell, and they won't let anyone near them who has eaten stinky tofu.

His forearms looked very strong.

When someone is being pushed forcefully, no one can get close.

"Mother, have you gotten in touch with Aunt Feng yet?"

Fu Tu asked, feeling somewhat uneasy about the changes in his life, as if some things had exceeded his expectations.

"Not yet, but we've already sent people to look for her." Su Jiaoniang told the wet nurse to take the little sugar bun away.

He led the Buddha statue towards the study.

Close the study door.

Su Jiaoniang's gentle temperament vanished in an instant.

She looked at the Buddha statue: "Are you worried?"

“Yes!” Futu nodded.

“Mother, the changes and upheavals in the palace should have nothing to do with us ordinary people living in a small village. But I feel that there is a thread connecting these issues. We are here not just because Madam Feng has disappeared and we need help, but because someone is manipulating everything behind the scenes.”

"Really?" Su Jiaoniang held up a large sheet of Xuan paper.

Spread it on the table.

Write Rong Zhen's and Madam Feng's names on the paper.

In the distance, the blank space is painted with the image of Lucheng.

"If it's related to us, then we have to trace it back to what we did, guy. The connection between anything is always fermented, even if the road ahead is shrouded in an unseen fog."

As Su Jiaoniang spoke, Futu recorded.

These are probably all ways to survive; they are all forms of wisdom.

Blindly groping around requires going through many ups and downs before you can understand the principles.

"We made braised food in Lucheng, found a way to cultivate chili peppers, and made hot pot, cakes, as well as jianbing guozi, roujiamo, and mala tang."

"Mother..."

"Um?"

"And poppies!"

The pagoda opened.

Su Jiaoniang put down her pen.

The word "poppy" appeared on the paper.

The impact of this thing is far greater than that of hot pot or spicy hot pot.

The truth about poppies should have been revealed when the female protagonist grew up.

It's been moved up!

And her anti-drug squads have always been on the move, never stopping.

Originally there were twenty people, but now there are more than 100.

She recruited only the very first batch of those people.

The remaining small groups worked to eliminate poppies while recruiting people from families ravaged by poppies who possessed both ability and talent, and who deeply abhorred the substance.

Everyone thought she was very rich.

actually!

She was also struggling financially.

The orphanage for the disabled and children is run by Su Tong and a few others, and their income is temporarily breaking even with their expenses.

However, in the anti-drug operation, the training of personnel, their survival, and the expenses incurred during surveillance missions all come from Su Jiaoniang's support.

Although she did not participate.

But the money in my hands kept flowing out.

...

"Is that the reason?" Su Jiaoniang wrote.

Fu Tu said firmly, "Rong Zhen has no connection with this Poppy. He wishes he had none at all, so..."

Su Jiaoniang continued Fu Tu's words, connecting the events with the original story she had read: "Therefore, he needs to be targeted and eliminated. He is in charge of everything in the palace, including the emperor's food and rest. If anyone wants to make a move against the old emperor..."

“We must break him.” Futu narrowed his eyes.

"Madam Feng said that Rong Zhen has recently developed a strong obsession with offspring and childbirth!" Su Jiaoniang still remembered when she was pregnant with Tangbao and Tangyuan last year, she passed through the capital and Madam Feng looked at her belly with envy.

She also suggested that Madam Feng pick up the abandoned children and find a place to raise them.

Only a year has passed, but things have changed dramatically.

"Mother, I'm going to the palace."

How will you get there?

Su Jiaoniang had a bad feeling.

"Disguised as a eunuch, Rong Zhen got into trouble in the palace. Perhaps the only place to find clues is within the palace."

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