Chapter 184 What? Beat me to death?
There is something wrong with this court.
The more Jiang Yian listened, the more he felt that there was something weird everywhere in the court today.
The court officials were always inexplicably aroused by something, but every time, the officials who were giving advice said nonsense that was completely useless. He carefully analyzed it several times, but could not find out what caused this change.
Moreover, there was too much nonsense in today's morning court session.
Jiang Yian saw the moment when the officials were resting and bowed, saying, "Your Majesty, I think..."
He started with a long and eloquent speech, the central idea of which revolved around advocating that court officials should personally handle all matters, and at the end he euphemistically stated:
Today's morning court session has already taken a long time. If the court officials have no more important matters to attend to, can they submit their advice in writing later to give Your Majesty time to deal with more important matters?
Jiang Yanchuan knew what the ministers were planning, and upon hearing this, he simply glanced around the court and said, "Since this is a matter of state, there is no distinction between the important and the unimportant. Do you have anything else to report?"
The ministers looked at each other.
Actually, there are.
If they were to speak openly, they could just say it would be the morning court tomorrow, but...
But at this moment, the little princess was looking at them with great interest, as if she had been prepared for a long time, just waiting to catch a bad guy who showed up, and then start digging up gossip about him crazily.
In the unspeakable silence, Minister of Rites Chu Jiaxu walked out with a fearless attitude: "Your Majesty, I..."
[Hehehe——] The little guy's cunning laughter rang out almost at the same time as these words.
Even though he had prepared himself mentally, Chu Jiaxu still shuddered in his heart, and then he said firmly: "I have a memorial!"
If it is beneficial to the country, why should we avoid it out of shame?
Fight! !
【Brother Tong, Brother Tong, it’s time to do some work!!】
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The morning court session, which was very difficult for both the court officials and Jiang Yian, lasted until noon.
Jiang Yian had just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Jiang Yanchuan speaking leisurely, "You have all been tired today. I have asked for food to be prepared and now invite you all to have lunch together."
It was an invitation, so how could anyone present dare to refuse?
Jiang Yian gritted his teeth, bowed his head, and thanked the emperor with all the ministers: "Thank you, Your Majesty!"
The lunch was held in Yunxi Palace.
The first day of the lunar month was approaching, and the place had been decorated with great splendor and celebration by the Ministry of Etiquette. When Jiang Yanchuan and all the officials entered the palace, Queen Kan Ninzhen had already led the concubines to prepare for the reception.
Jiang Yanchuan held the smiling little Dumpling in his hand and told everyone to take a seat with a smile on his face.
Jiang Yingcheng was naturally dragged directly to the top table and sat right next to her handsome father.
There were singing and dancing at the banquet, and after more than a dozen performances, the meals were served one after another.
The ministers covered their faces and hid their laughter.
It seems that what Emperor Mingze meant by "lunch has been prepared" was the venue for the lunch.
There was still steam coming out of the food, obviously it was served not long after it came out of the pot!
So many court officials racked their brains to delay for just a short while, but once Emperor Mingze took action, he had already occupied it for so long.
At this time, Jiang Yian had been so annoyed that he had no temper and could only patrol the hall. After his eyes caught sight of a certain figure, he paused unconsciously, and then turned his head back as if nothing had happened.
Halfway through the banquet, Jiang Yian walked out of the Yunxi Palace in broad daylight, saying that "people have three urgent needs".
A figure sneaked up on him, thinking it was stealthy.
Afterwards, following Jiang Yanchuan's signal, Liao Chen and the other four followed.
When several ministers saw this, they looked at each other, and the smiles in their eyes faded a lot.
Among the six people who went out, only Jiang Yian came back.
As soon as I entered the hall, I ran into a few little road bullies who were blocking the way.
Jiang Yingcheng, along with several of her brothers and Lin Jinshu, stood at the door. As soon as Jiang Yian showed his head, she rushed over.
"Robbery!" the young man said in a crisp and righteous voice, "Hand over the gift!"
Jiang Yian, who had not expected such an adventure today, was silent for a while, then resigned himself to taking off the purse from his waist and said, "Uncle Wang didn't prepare anything today, so I'll give you some silver. You can buy whatever you like, okay?"
"Eh..." Jiang Yingcheng's face was full of disgust. "Uncle Wang, do you want golden beans? Chengcheng usually plays with them as marbles. If Uncle Wang likes them, Chengcheng can give him some."
Having said that, she lifted the purse at her waist and shook it gently twice. There was a crisp and pleasant "waala" sound, and it sounded like there were a lot of golden beans in it.
Jiang Yian, who was overwhelmed by this wave of showing off his wealth, was silent for a while again, and sighed, "Okay."
"But Uncle Wang really hasn't prepared anything today. Why don't we wait until Uncle Wang returns and prepares it carefully before sending it to you in the palace?"
In fact, he did have a gift prepared for Jiang Yingcheng in the secret pocket of his sleeve, but he never expected Jiang Yanchuan to do this.
What is worrying is not the lack of wealth but the inequality of distribution. This gift today cannot be given out no matter what.
Jiang Yingcheng shook his head maturely: "Uncle Wang knew that he would meet Chengcheng today, but he didn't prepare a gift in advance. Just based on this, how can Chengcheng believe Uncle Wang's sincerity?"
Jiang Yian: “…”
"Uncle Wang was inconsiderate," Jiang Yian asked tentatively, "I wonder if our noble Princess Chengcheng can give Uncle Wang a chance to mend his ways?"
"What does Princess Chengcheng want?" He said in a good-tempered manner, "Uncle Wang will definitely help our Princess Chengcheng realize it."
Almost at the moment when these words fell, Jiang Yingcheng immediately put on a smile, happily took a small bundle from her seventh brother's hand, and looked at Jiang Yian expectantly: "God, anything is OK?"
“…”
Jiang Yian suddenly had an ominous premonition: "...For example?"
Jiang Yingcheng put the small bundle on the ground and carefully unfolded it, revealing several oddly shaped pieces of wood inside. "I really liked the witch doll that Auntie Rou Guifei made before! Uncle Wang, can you carve another one for us?"
"Can you carve one for Chengcheng?"
Jiang Yian: “???”
Finally, Jiang Yian couldn't resist Jiang Yingcheng's nagging and agreed to carve a cute animal for each of them instead of the witch doll.
Jiang Yingcheng pouted and agreed reluctantly.
Jiang Yian then returned to his seat with a long string of little tails, and Eunuch Changshun also handed him a carving knife at the right time.
The moment he took the carving knife, a crack seemed to appear on Jiang Yian's calm face.
The wood and carving knife were ready, and it was hard not to wonder how long the young man had been thinking about this.
Jiang Yian picked up the knife and prepared to carve, but at this moment Jiang Yingcheng ran away with a "dengdengdeng".
Not long after, he ran back again with a "dengdengdeng" sound -
There was a long string of small bean buns following behind him, stretching as far as the eye could see.
"Cheng, Cheng Cheng has thought about it. If you have good things, you can't hide them secretly. You have to share them with your brothers and sisters!"
The words sound like chimes, and there is a sound when they hit the ground.
Jiang Yian's hand holding the knife paused in the air for a while, and his head, like a rusty machine, slowly and sluggishly turned to look at the little kid who was climbing up the roof and peeling off the tiles, his eyes like a pool of stagnant water.
Jiang Yingcheng straightened his neck and met Jiang Yian's gaze without any guilt.
[How about, beat me to death? ]
Jiang Xingran: “…”
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