Boss, she is unparalleled

Chapter 908

I had no dreams all night, and woke up naturally the next day.

After getting up, Jiang Yu sat at the table after washing.

Xiu Ying had already passed on the breakfast when Jiang Yu was washing up earlier.

The breakfast is still rich, net oil fish rolls, minced meat pancakes, and a few other things.

Jiang Yu glanced at the longevity porridge in front of him, and said with a careless expression, "Next time, I'll order a few less."

Surprise flashed across Xiuying's face, but she still responded, "Yes."

After eating, Jiang Yu just sat down on the imperial concubine's couch, and before her butt and butt were warmed up, she heard Xiu Ying say that Jiang Weilan was here.

Without changing his face, Jiang Yu put away the collection of books that he had been thinking about for a long time, lowered his eyes and adjusted his wide sleeves.

"pass."

"Aunt Huang, Lan'er misses you so much!"

If you haven't seen him, hear his voice first.

As soon as Jiang Weilan stepped into the Huaqing Palace, she tenderly told Jiang Yu how she missed her.

Jiang Yu took the scented tea presented by Xiuying and took a sip.

Looking up again, Jiang Weilan was already in front of her eyes.

As a royal, Jiang Weilan has inherited the high-quality appearance of the royal, and her appearance is very delicate.

It's just that after entering the door, the eyeballs kept rolling around.

"Aunt Huang, Lan'er came over yesterday and found out that you are resting. Are you feeling unwell?"

Jiang Yu didn't even raise his eyelids, he lazily leaned on the imperial concubine's couch, and replied in a cold tone.

Seeing Jiang Yu being so indifferent today, Jiang Weilan was a little surprised.

In the past, every time she came to Huaqing Palace, her weak-tempered aunt always greeted her with a smile.

What's the matter today?
Jiang Weilan didn't think much about it, thinking that Jiang Yu was unwell.

Jiang Weilan squeezed the handkerchief in her hand, with a worried expression on her face, "Since Aunt Huang is not feeling well, did you call the imperial doctor to come over and take a look at you?"

"No need."

Jiang Weilan glanced at the jewelry on the dressing table that was almost full, greed and jealousy flashed in her eyes.

Obviously she is the daughter of the father, why did the father send all the good things to Huaqing Palace?
Why is Jiang Yu?
Feeling jealous in her heart, Jiang Weilan still had a smile on her face.

"Have you heard about Aunt Huang? This year's Qiu Wei's new champion is a first-class handsome man, but many women smashed his purse and sachet when he was parading in the street."

Jiang Yu's eyes moved slightly, so it must be Ling Qi who killed the original owner in the previous life, right?

When Jiang Weilan said this, she had been secretly paying attention to Jiang Yu's expression. Seeing that there was no change on Jiang Yu's face, she subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Today, the Holy Majesty has nine daughters, the eldest princess, the second princess and the third princess are all married.

Jiang Weilan sneaked a glance at the number one scholar.

The Zhuangyuan Lang was born with a beautiful and beautiful moon, just one glance, every move of the Zhuangyuan Lang involved her thoughts.

If you can marry the number one scholar, it will be a blessing in several lifetimes.

Jiang Weilan glanced at Jiang Yu, if she could please Jiang Yu and ask her to ask her father for an imperial edict of marriage, it would be great.

But Jiang Weilan was afraid that Jiang Yu would fall in love with the No. [-] scholar just like her.

Wouldn't the gain outweigh the loss?
Jiang Weilan's mother and concubine are currently favored Concubine Yi, and Concubine Yi is pregnant, if she gives birth to a dragon son, she will be able to sit on the imperial concubine position.

But no matter how favored Concubine Yi was, she would definitely not be as important as her own sister to the emperor.

So Jiang Weilan gave up the idea of ​​asking Concubine Yi to ask for the imperial decree, and instead asked Jiang Yu.

As long as Jiang Yu said a word, wouldn't the imperial decree be secure?

Jiang Yu picked up the white jade porcelain cup, skimmed off the dried flowers floating on the cup lid, and took a sip.

(End of this chapter)