The abandoned queen is reborn: she makes the prince cry and seizes the throne!

"Holding a grudge... Ever since the death of my royal grandmother, my father has been thrown into this barbaric land. Even though my father has great righteousness in mind and does not want to disturb the peace during the reign of the late emperor, how can I accept all this injustice calmly?" Ning Rongzhang suddenly curled his lips in a smile, his dark eyes fixed on the tablet of Emperor Taizu.

"He was the emperor, but he had forgotten who had supported his lofty ambitions. He favored his concubines over his wife, causing my grandmother and father to die of depression."

Everything the young man did was to prove that he was not bad. It was Emperor Taizu who was deceived and lost his mind.

But he handed this half tiger talisman to King Xianchangyou, as if it was a mysterious coercion, telling King Xianchangyou and his descendants that this was how they should be as they were of royal blood.

Ji Mengshu squatted down and placed half of the warmed tiger talisman in his palm. "Of course, now that this half of the tiger talisman is in your hand, no one can stop you from turning the tide... and you don't have to feel guilty."

The woman, who never showed off her true colors, smiled slightly, looked at the flickering candlelight under the eternal lamp, and said, "Does your Highness think that this tiger talisman has another meaning? If the emperor is incompetent and unjust, Princess Wuhua and the late Prince Changyou can use this tiger talisman to restore order."

Yes. His father had mentioned Princess Wuhua to him before. Although the two were not born of the same mother, they had a close relationship.

Otherwise, Princess Wuhua would not have entrusted this half tiger talisman to him before her death.

Having said that, it seems like everything is falling into place.

Ji Mengshu opened the window, and the cold wind blew, and the candlelight flickered inside the ancestral hall. Ning Rongzhang tilted his head and stared at the refracted sunlight that was not dazzling, and the drunkenness on his face was mostly blown away by the cold wind.

The old friend is gone, and what to think and do are what the living people should think about.

Wei Zheng and others were waiting outside and did not go forward. When the door of the ancestral hall opened with a creaky sound, Wei Zheng and Ah San both looked over and secretly admired her. This Miss Ji was Miss Ji, who was very insightful in her handling of matters and could persuade people who were disheartened to come back.

When he was young, he wanted to prove himself, just to get everyone's praise. When he was young, his father was still alive, but he was not in good health. He often taught him martial arts and calligraphy. His martial arts masters were all veterans who had retired from the battlefield. He had calluses on his hands at a young age.

I still remember the blisters on the palms of my hands when I was young, which were rubbed and broken, and blood mixed with pus flowed down, which was very painful.

The usually loving father was so stern, "Don't cry. There are no cowards among the descendants of my Ning family."

Over the years that followed, even though the calluses on his hands broke and grew layer by layer, he never cried once.

When children of the same age were still being carried by their fathers to buy candies on the streets, he was already following his master to the martial arts training ground in wind and rain.

His father's original intention was to give him the ability to protect himself, but he also didn't want him to be implicated in the affairs of the previous dynasty. Until his death, he never revealed the whereabouts of the half tiger talisman.

Ning Rongzhang stood under the porch and turned to look at the candlelit tablets behind him...the spirits of his ancestors were watching him from the sky.

"master..."

"The tiger talismans have been collected. Inform Bian Xiaohan and the others that they will go to the capital after the New Year."

"Yes."

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The festive atmosphere in the streets became stronger and stronger, and quietly, the end of the year in the Dali Dynasty arrived.

Although there are still many things to do in the early spring after the New Year, we should always celebrate the New Year well.

If Ning Rongzhang had not reached an agreement with the Luanzhou tribe, I am afraid that many soldiers would have been unable to return home at the end of this year.

Western Xinjiang is not like Kyoto, and it is extremely cold at the end of the year. Ji Mengshu no longer wants to go out, and stays in the house all day, warming herself by the charcoal pots inside.

Hongye came in with warm water and rubbed his hands, "Girl, the weather in Western Xinjiang is really cold. Just standing outside, I feel like the warmth in my body has been blown away. My internal organs are all very cold."

Ji Mengshu wrapped herself in the quilt and hummed. Qingzhu pushed the door open and then quickly closed it, saying, "Miss, you can't go with the master and his wife this year. But the more people there are, the more fun it will be. The eldest master wants you to come over for dinner."

Treasure Pavilion was closed today, so Ji Mengshu went there dressed warmly and saw that Ning Rongzhang, Wei Zheng and his brother had already sat down. Asan, Xiaoqi, Hongye and the others had set up a separate table.

The housekeeper was standing outside the door, stepping on a wooden ladder and hanging two big red lanterns. He looked particularly happy and said, "Oh, this looks great, really great!"

Like a traveler who couldn't go home during the New Year, Ji Mengshu sat down next to Ji Yuanzheng, secretly comforting herself that fortunately she still had her brother.

"Come and see, the fireworks are being set off!" The children of the neighbors nearby came out chattering, a few of them laughing together, and the adults picked them up one after another, waiting to watch the fireworks.

Ji Yuanzheng took out a soft sheepskin hat from somewhere and put it on her head. "Come on, I'll take you to watch the fireworks."

Ji Mengshu burst out laughing, her eyebrows curved in smile, and her brother thought she was a child.

Whenever the fireworks start, I can't wait to drag her to watch.

There was a large table of food on the table, but it was obviously untouched. Wei Zheng coughed lightly, glanced at Ning Rongzhang's face, and asked tentatively, "Why don't we go and take a look?"

Wei Zheng said and walked away. He just thought that he was just being polite. Fireworks suddenly rang outside the door, startling the children so much that they covered their ears and laughed and squeaked, as if to see whose voice could be louder than theirs.

Ji Mengshu stood in the corridor, smiling as she watched the fireworks on the street suddenly light up and bang. Wei Zheng followed a few steps away and said with a bit of sadness, "I wonder if Miss He is also watching the fireworks in Kyoto?"

Ning Rongzhang took a deep breath and said coldly, "Don't worry, considering Miss He's current status, she might be watching in the palace right now."

Wei Zheng rolled his eyes at him and thought, this guy doesn't know how to talk, so he should just ignore him.

Unexpectedly, Ji Mengshu also responded, and there was the sound of children playing in his ears, "Although the fireworks in the palace are beautiful, they are not as appealing as the fireworks in Western Xinjiang, right?"

Ji Yuanzheng nodded. "The customs in the border areas are more uninhibited, unlike the rigid ones in Kyoto. These people only care about their own happiness, so they don't follow complicated etiquette rules. They look... more like real people."

"Then Ah Shu should also stay in such a place in the future."

Ji Yuanzheng pulled her hat to cover her red ears and said, "Of course, brother will accompany Ah Shu."