Chapter 102 It’s okay to be useless

Jiang Zhiyu shut up immediately, and she couldn’t listen any more.

Ji Tong chuckled, “You two have such a good relationship, unlike me…”

His eyes were filled with desolation.

[Hiss, Cha Cha! Fork out!]

“…We will definitely find your brother.”

Jiang Wenjing comforted Ji Tong, but he was wondering in his heart:

Cha Cha?

Ji Tong: "Brother Wen Jing, I have almost given up these years. Although I have clues, I still can't find him. You have accompanied me to look for him for so long. If you hadn't saved me from those barbarians, I would have..."

Jiang Zhiyu couldn't stand it: "Actually, at my age, you don't have to be so open-hearted to me. Just give me money."

Jiang Wenjing: "..."

Ji Tong: "..."

He almost shed tears.

And this age, what age, aren't you only twelve years old?

Jiang Wenjing looked at her reproachfully: "Don't talk nonsense." He sighed again and patted Ji Tong's shoulder: "What's the big deal? We are brothers. As long as I am alive, I will accompany you to find him!"

[You are dreaming. You can't find him even if you die. This brother doesn't exist at all! ! ! ]

Jiang Wenjing: "!!!"

Impossible!

Ji Tong also took out the token to show them, and they did find the clues left by his brother along the way. How could he not exist?

Ji Tong maintained his emotions and coughed weakly a few times: "It's all my fault that I am useless and can't protect him..."

Jiang Zhiyu said lightly: "It doesn't matter if I am useless, and the aura is already very powerful."

Ji Tong: "..."

The well-brewed emotions were all destroyed by her. Ji Tong couldn't cry anymore and wanted to swear like crazy.

But he couldn't really curse, because Jiang Zhiyu's words really sounded like she was comforting him...

Ji Tong almost hurt himself internally.

Jiang Wenjing didn't hear the sarcasm in Jiang Zhiyu's words, and followed Jiang Zhiyu's words and said, "Yes, Ji Tong, Zhiyu is right. The premise of doing anything is that you have to be alive first. Only when you are alive can there be endless possibilities."

Ji Tong's mouth twitched wildly.

I TM wanted you to pity me!

Jiang Zhiyu almost laughed his head off.

[Hahahahahahahaha, I'm dying of laughter! ]

[Xiao Cha Cha is going to be pissed off! ]

Jiang Wenjing: "???"

He carefully observed Ji Tong and found that the amplitude of his chest rise and fall was indeed much larger than before.

Why?

Did he say something that made people angry? Wasn't he comforting him?

Jiang Wenjing was puzzled.

...

At the same time, in the Jiaoxiang Palace, the emperor and Concubine Yu had just finished a big fight.

Xiao Yanli was still sitting on the ground as usual, with a cloth tiger in his mouth.

The emperor didn't understand why his son didn't avoid it. He had obviously given him many chances, but he had to stay here to prove his image as a fool?

Or did this son actually have some quirks?

A trace of disgust flashed in the emperor's eyes.

Concubine Yu was wearing a red gauze, and her snow-white arms were draped over the emperor as if they were boneless, looking at him tenderly.

The emperor lifted her hand and kissed it on his lips.

Concubine Yu chuckled softly and frowned again.

The emperor knew what she was up to, but he was happy to cooperate: "My beloved concubine, what's wrong with you? Why are you so sad on such a good day?"

Concubine Yu looked at him with resentment: "Your Majesty is still talking, are you really going to let Yan Li go out too? I'm afraid..."

"What are you afraid of?" Your son really wants to go out.

After adding the second half of the sentence in his mind, the emperor hugged her: "What's the point of letting him stay in the deep palace forever? He is now at the age to get married, and it's time for him to go out."

This hit Concubine Yu's heart.

Her son can pretend to be stupid, but he can't let this delay such an important matter as getting married and having children.

"I am also thinking of looking for someone who is virtuous and virtuous, who can also help me and take care of Yan Li."

The emperor nodded: "This is exactly the reason. Moreover, the imperial doctor also said that Yan Li's disease is not incurable. If he goes out more, he may be cured one day. Don't you think so, my beloved concubine?"

Concubine Yu dodged. Looking at him: "Exactly."

Coming out of the Jiaoxiang Palace, Fuping once again presented a white handkerchief, and the emperor asked as usual: "Is there anything unusual about the Sixth Prince?"

The emperor thought he was going to say something stupid again, so he handed the handkerchief to him and had no intention of listening anymore, but he heard Fuping say: "If so."

The emperor paused.

"What?"

Fuping: "When I returned to the Holy Emperor, I said, if there is any."

Emperor: "...What does it mean?"

Fuping thought about it: "It means if there is."

Emperor: "..."

It's hard for him to think about how to deal with himself.

The emperor suddenly felt powerless, a feeling he usually only had when facing Jiang Zhiyu.

The emperor took a deep breath and looked at the father-in-law who had served him since he was a child with a complicated look.

"Don't hang out with her."

The emperor and Fuping knew who she was referring to.

Fuping smiled and said, "Yes, Your Majesty."

He naturally heard that there was no blame in the tone of the Your Majesty.

It has to be the Third Miss. He wanted to see how the emperor would tease him about this issue in the future!

...

In the quiet night, the towering city walls seemed even more solemn under the night sky. Thousands of bright lanterns seemed to gather into a road in the sky, making the night as bright as day.

The palace maids walked lightly with palace lanterns in their hands. On the banquet, the lanterns were just lit, and the sound of stringed instruments was sonorous and pleasant.

Many ladies had arrived first and sat together to chat.

Before the emperor came, everything could be casual, and people were not bound by one place.

What's more, they held wine glasses and chatted with people in the hall.

"Have you heard about it? The first female official of Tianqi." The young man holding the wine glass raised his eyebrows and looked at others, with a bit of contempt in his words.

"The third daughter of the Jiang family, not only is she an excellent doctor, but also a master of martial arts!"

The young man raised his eyebrows slightly: "With just these, how can she be worthy of the position of the first female official of Tianqi? In my opinion, it must be because of her brother."

The person who spoke to him knew his temper, and he couldn't afford to offend Gao Zilun, the eldest son of the Minister of Rites, so he could only agree with him.

Gao Zilun seemed to be more excited: "If it weren't for her brother Jiang Wenjing's repeated military exploits, how could the emperor set such a precedent and let a generation of women serve as officials."

The person who spoke to him rolled his eyes countless times in his heart.

How could the emperor give Jiang Zhiyu the military exploits of Jiang Wenjing?

It was obvious that he had not even passed the imperial examination for several years, and could only rely on his father being the Minister of Rites. He was jealous in his heart and said sour words.

Gao Zilun drank a lot of wine and spoke louder, which attracted a lot of attention.

The other young masters were warned by their fathers not to offend Jiang Zhiyu, so no one paid any attention to him for a while.