Jiang Zhiyu shut up obediently, she couldn't listen any longer.
Ji Tong chuckled, "You two have such a good relationship as siblings, unlike me..."
His eyes were full of loneliness.
[Hiss, Cha Cha! Fork out!]
"...We will definitely find your brother."
Jiang Wenjing comforted Ji Tong, but he was confused in his heart:
Chacha?
Ji Tong: "Brother Wen Jing, I've almost given up these years. Although I have clues, I still can't find him. I'm so sorry that you accompanied me to search for so long. If you hadn't rescued me from those barbarians back then, I would have..."
Jiang Zhiyu couldn't stand this: "Actually, at my age, you don't need to be so open with me. Just give me money."
Jiang Wenjing: "..."
Ji Tong: “…”
The tears in his eyes almost fell.
And at this age, what age? Aren’t you only twelve years old?
Jiang Wenjing gave her a reproachful look: "Don't talk nonsense." He sighed softly 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're dreaming! You won't be able to find him even if you die. This brother doesn't even exist!!!]
Jiang Wenjing: "!!!"
impossible!
Ji Tong had even shown them the token, and they had indeed discovered clues left by his brother along the way. How could it not exist?
Ji Tong maintained his composure and coughed weakly a few times: "It's all my fault for being useless and unable to protect him..."
Jiang Zhiyu said calmly: "It doesn't matter if you have no future. It's already very powerful to still have aura."
Ji Tong: “…”
All the emotions that had been brewing were destroyed by her. Ji Tong couldn't cry anymore and wanted to curse madly.
But he couldn't really curse out loud, because Jiang Zhiyu's words really sounded like they were 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 must first stay alive. Only when you are alive can there be endless possibilities."
The corners of Ji Tong's mouth twitched wildly.
I just want you to pity me!
Jiang Zhiyu almost laughed to death.
【Hahahahahahahahaha, I’m dying of laughter! 】
【Xiao Cha Cha is so angry! 】
Jiang Wenjing: "???"
He observed Ji Tong carefully and found that the amplitude of his chest rising and falling was indeed much greater than before.
Why?
Did I say anything to make him angry? Wasn't I trying to comfort him?
Jiang Wenjing was puzzled.
…
At the same time, in Jiaoxiang Palace, the emperor and Concubine Yu had just finished a big fight.
Xiao Yanli was still sitting on the ground as usual, holding a cloth tiger in his mouth.
The emperor didn't understand why his son didn't avoid it. He had already given him many chances, but he had to stay here to prove his image as a fool?
Or does 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 around the emperor as if they were boneless, looking at him with a tender gaze.
The emperor lifted her hand, placed it on his lips and kissed it.
Concubine Yu chuckled softly, then frowned again.
The emperor knew what she was planning, but he was happy to play along. "What's wrong with you, my dear concubine? Why are you so sad on such a beautiful day?"
Concubine Yu gave him a look of resentment: "Your Majesty has said something, do you really want Yan Li to leave as well? I am afraid..."
"What are you afraid of?" Your son really wants to go out.
After completing the second half of the sentence in his mind, the emperor embraced her and said, "It's no use letting him stay in the deep palace forever. He's already old enough to get married, so it's time for him to leave."
These words hit the mark exactly what Concubine Yu wanted.
My son can pretend to be stupid, but he can’t let this delay important things like getting married and having children.
"I am also thinking of looking for someone, someone virtuous and kind, who can help me and take care of Yan Li."
The emperor nodded. "That's exactly what's going on. Besides, the imperial physician also said that Yan Li's illness isn't incurable. If he gets out more often, he might just get better someday. Don't you agree, my beloved?"
Yu Fei avoided his gaze: "Exactly."
Coming out of the Jiaoxiang Palace, Fuping presented the white handkerchief again. The emperor asked as usual, "Is there anything wrong with the Sixth Prince?"
The emperor thought he was going to say something stupid again, so he handed him the handkerchief and didn't intend to listen anymore, but then he heard Fu Ping say, "If there is."
The emperor paused.
"What?"
Fu Ping: "In reply to your Majesty, I will tell you, if there is any."
Emperor: "...What do you mean?"
Fu Ping thought for a moment and said, "It means if there is."
emperor:"……"
It's hard for him to even think about how to deal with it.
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 eunuch who had served him since childhood with complicated eyes.
"Don't hang out with her."
The emperor and Fuping knew exactly who this "she" was referring to.
Fu Ping smiled and said, "Yes, Your Majesty."
He naturally heard that there was no blame in the emperor's tone.
It has to be the Third Miss. He wants to see how the Emperor will tease him with this issue in the future!
…
On a quiet night, the towering city walls seem even more majestic under the cover of night, and thousands of bright lights in the sky seem to converge into a road, making the night as bright as day.
The palace maids walked lightly with palace lanterns in their hands. Above the imperial banquet, the lights were on and the sounds of stringed instruments were sonorous and pleasant.
Many ladies had already arrived and sat together chatting.
Before the emperor came, everything could be done as it pleased, and people were not confined to one place.
What's more, some of them were holding wine glasses and chatting with people on the floor above the hall.
"Have you heard? The first female official of Apocalypse." The young man holding the wine glass raised his eyebrows and looked at the others, with a hint of contempt in his words.
"The third young lady of the Jiang family, not only is she an expert in medicine, she's also a master in martial arts!"
The young man raised his eyebrows slightly: "With just these, how can she be worthy of the title of the first female official of Tianqi? In my opinion, it must be because of her brother."
The man who spoke to him knew his temper, and the man in front of him was Gao Zilun, the eldest son of the Minister of Rites. He couldn't afford to offend him, so he could only agree with him.
Gao Zilun seemed to be getting excited: "If it weren't for her brother Jiang Jianjin's repeated military exploits, how could the emperor set such a precedent and allow a woman to serve as an official?"
The person who spoke to him rolled his eyes countless times in his heart.
Why would His Majesty give Jiang Jianjin's military achievements to Jiang Zhiyu?
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 and said sour words.
Gao Zilun drank some wine and spoke a little louder, which attracted a lot of people's attention.
The other young masters were all warned by their father not to offend Jiang Zhiyu, and no one paid any attention to him for a while.
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