The Brocaded Tale of The Girl Si - Chapter 823

In the capital, hundreds of people rushed to the streets and cheered.

Jiang Si came home in the rain and once again saw the grandeur of the empty streets.

“Look, it’s the rain-praying team!”

The people dancing in the rain spotted Jiang Si and his group, and they rushed in frantically. When they were close by, they all bowed to Jiang Si.

“The crown prince and goddess came to this world, God bless the Great Zhou!”

Until the sacrifice team passed by, the people still knelt in the rain and did not get up.

When he heard the first thunder, Emperor Jingming walked out of the hall and looked up at the sky.

When the rain fell, it was because he had developed the ability to remain unchanged before the Taishan collapse for decades in his reign. At this moment, he couldn’t help but wet his eyes and let out a long sigh of relief: “It’s really raining!”

Pan Hai opened the bamboo umbrella and persuaded: “The emperor, the wind is swift and the rain is cool, you should come in.”

“No, go to Kunning Palace.”

At this moment, Emperor Jingming wanted to share his excitement with the queen.

Emperor Jingming was in a hurry, and Pan Hai couldn’t help but to follow up quickly, trying to make the bamboo umbrella cover the figure of Emperor Jingming.

The queen stood under the porch and looked at the rain curtain with bright eyes, just in time to see Emperor Jingming coming from the rain.

“Why did the emperor come here in the rain?” The queen hurried up to meet her.

The maidservant held an umbrella next to her and took a step slowly, and the drizzle immediately hit the queen’s hair and shoulders.

But who cares about this now?

The empress ignored everyone and stepped into the hall side by side.

There is no coldness in the rain in April, only refreshing, just like the refreshing mood of the empress at this time.

After receiving the hot tea from the palace maidservant, Emperor Jing Ming blew the tea leaves floating on the water and sighed: “I didn’t expect it, the princess actually prayed for rain!”

The queen’s eyes were full of smiles: “Yes, my heart has been hanging, and now I am finally relieved. The people can feel at ease when the rain falls from the sky.”

She can feel at ease too.

Think about the princess rushing into the Palace of Cultivation seven days ago, even now she is scared.

Why are you so bold? If you fail to pray for rain, wouldn’t it put yourself in a place where you cannot recover.

Fortunately, it succeeded!

The crown prince is recognized by the people, and the position of the prince is extremely stable. She can be a queen without worrying about the future.

“Queen.”

“Ok?”

“The incense in the small Buddha hall still has to be burned, and the Bodhisattva cannot be left out.”

The queen couldn’t help but smile: “The emperor can rest assured that the small Buddha hall keeps incense every day, and it will never leave the Buddha in the cold.”

“That’s good.”

Compared to the emperor’s joy, the atmosphere in Ci Ning Palace was like the rolling clouds in the sky, very solemn.

The queen mother squeezed the prayer beads, and it took a long time before she uttered two words: “Monster!”

The prince Jiang is a wicked evildoer, otherwise, how can we pray for wind and rain?

Encountering such an evildoer, it is no wonder that she has fallen into trouble everywhere.

When the queen mother thought about the pressure on Emperor Jingming not long ago, she felt choked.

The crown princess prayed for rain successfully, and all the previous rumors became a joke. At this time, if anyone said something about the crown princess on the street, he might be beaten by those who heard it.

The queen mother stared at the rosary in her hand, and a thought flashed through: Maybe it’s time to lie dormant.

Speaking of it, she personally cut off the connection with Wumiao, and she didn’t have to do some of the instructions of the elder back then.

She is the queen mother, as long as she closes her hand, what can the prince and his wife do?

The queen mother thought so, and suddenly Jiang seemed to be smiling and not smiling, and the thoughts that had died down suddenly disappeared.

No, the prince and his wife are still young, and they will have a good day. At that time, it would be fine if she was not there, if she was still there, wouldn’t you let Jiang rub it?

But now she has played a lot of trump cards, it’s not wise to move rashly…

For a time, the Queen Mother was in a state of confusion.

The crown princess prayed for rain successfully, and the people were joyous, and Baiguan Xinggui began to behave with his tail between his tails, and dare not say anything to the crown prince and his wife.

As for the spokesperson who died by hitting the pillar, if the crown princess fails to pray for rain, the famous spokesperson can record a mark in history for the sake of the stability of the society, and now, hehe, who remembers who the hapless person is.

A beaming clown who jumped up and down to entrap the emperor with his life.

Gu House.

Madam Gu directed the maid to make a bed in the study, and said to Gu Shangshu stiffly: “From today, the master will sleep in the study.”

Gu Shangshu was anxious when he heard it: “Madam, I can’t sleep in the study room!”

When Han Chuang was young, he hurt his shoulder and neck through hard reading, and it made people feel uncomfortable. Only Huang Lianpo mastered a good way of pinching with one hand. She often rubbed him before going to bed, and he was much relaxed the next day. Up.

How about sleeping in the study room!

Mrs. Gu glanced at Gu Shangshu for nothing, and sneered: “I have advised the master to take care of the royal family affairs a long time ago, but the master refused to listen. Now it’s all right, and her face is lost.”

Gu Shangshu looked embarrassed: “It’s fine for a woman to take care of the internal affairs of the house. You don’t understand the external affairs–“

Mrs. Gu patted the hard bed: “I am in charge of the inner house. Master, let’s sleep here.”

After all, Mrs. Gu turned away, leaving behind the sound of closing the door.

Gu Shangshu was so angry that he blew his beard: “The older the old woman gets, the more temperament she gets. It’s really outrageous. You have to ask me to go back to sleep this time!”

In the middle of the night, Lao Shangshu stood outside Babu’s bed with a bedding, and said bitterly: “Madam, I was wrong, let me come back to sleep.”

“I don’t care about other people’s housework anymore?”

“do not care.”

Mrs. Gu just showed her face: “Master, is there a problem with shoulder pain? I’ll rub it for you.”

The old man didn’t even ask, is the prince an ordinary person?

When the princess and princess Qi went to the incense together to meet the horrified horse, princess Qi was frightened, but the princess was unscathed, because the princess gave a big gift to the bodhisattva of Baiyun Temple.

It’s not uncommon to give big gifts, but it’s uncommon that the Bodhisattva accepted it. Otherwise, how could you care about the princess?

Doesn’t she stop the master from having trouble with the prince and concubine who was taken care of by the Bodhisattva, and wait for the whole government to face disaster?

When Mrs. Shangshu still has to worry about this, it’s all old men who are not sensible.

The courtiers became quails for a while, and the hidden danger of the prince’s instability disappeared. Emperor Jingming was so relieved for a few days that he was so moved.

Then on this day, Pan Hai reported: “The emperor, Master Zhen enters the palace to see him.”

Emperor Jingming had the urge to cover his ears, but he nodded under Pan Haizheng’s gaze: “Send him in.”

Lao Zhen’s begging to see is all business, and business means Yao Mozi-very good, Yao Mozi is here again!

Soon Zhen Shicheng walked in, carrying a huge rattan box.

“Weichen has seen the emperor.”

Emperor Jingming’s sight fell on the rattan box: “Zhen Aiqing, this is—”

Zhen Shicheng put down the rattan box and said, “Return to the emperor, this is the file of a case.”

When Emperor Jingming heard it, his eyes were straightened: “So many?”

Zhen Shicheng looked down and said: “Weichen didn’t expect to sort out so many.”

“What’s the case?” Emperor Jing Ming didn’t want to ask, but could it be done without asking? Such a big box could be used as a small troll sitting here.

“It’s the case of Lu Shengxiang’s defamation.”