Queen Mother, she just wants to lie down

"That's right, it's Master Xiao." Zhao Ping nodded.

She has a keen sense of touch and a vicious eye. She can often tell with a single glance what other people's temperament is and whether they are sincere to them.

In the past, my father and the Jiang family were preoccupied with sucking blood from my mother, but they were pretty good at saving face.

Although her father was not as good to her as her brother, he was not bad either, and she could barely treat them as relatives.

However, in recent months, the Jiang family had repeatedly suffered setbacks in front of the Queen Mother and the Emperor because they did not know how to advance or retreat. As a result, instead of reflecting, they became obsessed with plotting against their mother.

Her father would always accuse her and even try to do something to her. Zhao Ping was a yandere girl, so she couldn't bear this.

If her mother hadn't divorced her father in time, she might have been tempted to kill him.

Therefore, after her mother divorced her husband, and saw someone who really liked her mother approaching him to show his attentiveness, she not only did not have any objection, but instead devoted herself to trying to win her over.

She is the chief female officer of the Women's Association. She will probably have to run out a lot in the future, so it would be better for her mother to have someone by her side to accompany her.

As soon as Zhaoping finished speaking, Queqi beside him suddenly coughed violently.

"Sister Queqi, what's wrong with you?" Queqi turned to look at her.

"The eldest princess is waiting for you over there." Queqi nuzzled at her through the window of the carriage.

It turned out that the carriage had arrived at the palace gate unknowingly.

Zhao Ping...

She jumped down from the carriage and walked to her mother with some guilt.

"Why, did you speak ill of me in front of the Queen Mother?" Ronghua, who had already figured out his daughter's character, looked at her.

"No." Zhao Ping shook his head fiercely.

Although she was determined to bring her mother and Uncle Xiao together, she couldn't let her mother know that she was gossiping about her with the Queen Mother.

Ronghua didn't ask any more questions, and rolled his eyes at her. He reached out to help her straighten her clothes and said casually: "Don't be willful when you go to Jiangnan with the Queen Mother this time. Listen to her in everything..."

"I understand, Aniang, if you feel bored at home alone, you can often go out with Uncle Xiao for an outing. March is a good time for outings.

I can see that Uncle Xiao is much more sincere to you than my father is to you. " Zhao Ping leaned into his mother's ear and whispered.

Prosperity...

After bidding farewell to Ronghua, Ruan Qing and his party rushed all the way to the gate of Yong'an City.

When they arrived at the city gate, they found that in addition to Lin Haoming, Yang San, and two disguised inner guards, Jiang Yuan was also there.

Lin Haoming changed into the clothes of a businessman and made some modifications to his face. He looked only 45% similar to his usual appearance.

In addition, his temperament is completely different. People who are unfamiliar with him will definitely not recognize him when they see him.

He was accompanied by two ordinary-looking middle-aged men.

Ruan Qing's eyes only glanced at them, then he walked up to Jiang Yuan and pulled her aside: "Why are you here? Didn't I tell you not to follow me?"

"Your Majesty is worried about you, even for your humble position." Jiang Yuan replied in a low voice.

Jiang Yuan was born with supernatural powers and was brave enough to conquer all three armies. In addition, he had been practicing martial arts since he was a child. Whether in the world or in the court, there were very few people who could defeat her in martial arts. With her following Ruan Qing, his safety would indeed be more guaranteed.

"Well, in that case, let's go together." Ruan Qing did not insist anymore.

Then you Queqi stored the carriage, took out the horses that had been prepared, and the eleven people quietly left the capital.

In the evening, the group arrived at a place called Jiao County, two hundred miles away.

"How about we stay in the county town tonight? Everyone should be tired after running around for a day." Looking at the words Jiao County on the city gate, Lin Haoming turned to Ruan Qing and said.

He was a little worried at first. Ruan Qing and Zhao Ping had never traveled far and would not be able to handle it on horseback. He did not expect that their riding skills were not much inferior to his.

"Okay." Ruan Qing nodded.

The two detectives around Lin Haoming were obviously very familiar with this place. After entering the city, they took everyone straight to the best inn in the county, Fengyun Inn.

When they arrived at the door of the inn, everyone handed their horses to the boys who came up to them. When Zhao Ping looked up and saw the words on the inn's plaque and the couplets on both sides, he couldn't help but ask: "What's the story of this inn?"

The words "Fengyun Inn" are written on the plaque of the inn, and the couplets on both sides are even more eye-catching.

It says: Open the door to welcome guests from all over the world, watch the wind and clouds in the Fengyun Inn.

When Ruan Qing saw the name of the inn and the couplet clearly, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"This is your first time back to Jiao County." As soon as Zhaoping finished speaking, a young man dressed as a businessman next to him took over.

"This is indeed the first time we've come back. I don't know what the story is. Can you tell me, sir?" Ruan Qing glanced at the man and asked.

"Of course it's because of King Jiaodong." The young man replied.

King of Jiaodong? Ruan Qing looked confused. Was it because she was ignorant or was she in the wrong place?

Otherwise, why had I never heard the words "King of Jiaodong" before?

Those who can claim the title of king are usually the princes of the clan. She has never seen anyone named King Jiaodong in the clan files.

As for kings with different surnames, there was only one in the history of Daxi, but that person was not called King Jiaodong.

Not only did she feel confused, Zhao Ping also felt very confused like her.

"Ahem, King Jiaodong does not refer to the prince of the court, but to a bandit on Jiaodong Mountain behind Jiao County a hundred years ago." Lin Haoming coughed lightly and took up the topic.

The young man who had taken the initiative to strike up a conversation glanced at Ruan Qing, Zhaoping and Queqi, then at Lin Haoming and Jiang Yuan who was following them, and walked aside boredly.

"Then what? Why is the bandit called the King of Jiaodong? What does Fengyun Inn have to do with him?" Ruan Qing asked next.

"This is a long story to say. Wasn't the world in chaos at that time? After the bandits occupied Jiaodong Mountain, they not only did not persecute the surrounding people.

Instead, he snatched grain from the homes of some unkind wealthy households in the surrounding area and from the government granaries to distribute to the hungry and cold people. He saved countless people and was called the King of Jiaodong by the people at that time.

It is said that this inn was opened by the King of Jiaodong back then, and the couplets were also written by the King of Jiaodong himself. Lin Haoming said.

“Fengyun Inn was started by King Jiaodong in the late years of the previous dynasty. It still exists today and is still passed down by word of mouth in the local area.

Even if Daxi’s officialdom also recognizes the King of Jiaodong, why has the story of this King of Jiaodong never been heard in other places except Jiao County? Ruan Qing said curiously.

Lin Haoming was stunned by her question and didn't know how to answer it for a moment.

"Hmph, what else could it be? Daxi's royal family is of course shameless." Lin Haoming did not answer, but a customer who was queuing snorted with disdain.

"Maolin, be careful what you say." The companion beside him couldn't help but change his face slightly when he heard this, and couldn't help but reach out and gently pull down his sleeve.