The old emperor seemed very afraid that Jing Qiaoqiao would do something to him. After saying that, he waved his hand and left.
It looks like he is walking in a very domineering manner, but in fact, his speed has increased.
When Jing Qiaoqiao was bored in the palace, she would study the emperor.
I am very familiar with his walking posture and speed.
This is obviously a panic.
The dog emperor is quite cunning. Even after Chu Fu's death, he used the excuse of setting an example to stir up Xiao Lin's resentment and add to the hatred in the General's Mansion.
[Alright, Xiao Lin resents everyone in the General's Mansion anyway, and Chu Fu's incident only exacerbated his resentment.]
"Don't be afraid, little Qiaoqiao. Mom will take you back to wash off the dirt. We'll be there in a while and wear your new dress again." The old lady reached out and lifted Jing Qiaoqiao into her arms.
I sprained my waist.
But she didn't feel any pain at all.
Jing Qiaoqiao, on the other hand, was frightened when she heard the sound.
I have been eating a lot recently and have obviously gained weight.
My poor mother, the baby will cry for you.
[Weren't you wielding two swords earlier? Why is there such a loud noise when your waist flashes?]
The eldest sister-in-law quickly stepped forward and said, "Mother-in-law, let me hold Qiaoqiao."
"No, I haven't moved in a while. I bent down just now and accidentally slipped. Luckily... I drank some magic medicine, so it doesn't hurt at all."
As my mother spoke, she glanced at her sister-in-law, then lowered her head to look at Jing Qiaoqiao in her arms.
Then he called the whole family back.
When leaving, he met a close friend of General Jing Yan at the palace gate.
"Madam Yang, are you all right?"
"It's okay. Thank you for your hard work." Mother was wearing a dark blue dress of a noble lady and bowed slightly to the old ministers.
Seeing that their eldest nephew was safe and sound, the old ministers knew that the crisis was over. They nodded slightly and watched her mother get on the carriage.
At the palace gate, I happened to meet the inspector Hou Junsheng.
He didn't dare look at his nephew and wanted to avoid him.
However, the eldest nephew took the lead and walked up to Hou Junsheng, saying condescendingly: "I'm sorry, Lord Hou, you have worked so hard for my funeral."
Hou Junsheng clenched his hands tightly, his face filled with anger.
[Afterlife? What's up with my nephew?]
Jing Qiaoqiao grabbed the old lady's imperial robe with her little hands, pricked up her ears and listened attentively.
But soon, the eldest nephew had enough of showing off and returned to everyone.
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