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

Kong Shanyuan's white clothes were a bit luxurious. When the handsome man saw her, he came towards her across the winding pavilions in the courtyard.

"Ashu."

Holding her in my arms is more like suddenly encountering a flower on the snowy mountain ridge. There is unspeakable joy in the corners of my eyes and eyebrows.

The marriage is going to be held in Najib, and we will welcome her in person on a certain date.

The marriage had just been finalized when a letter from the Luanzhou tribe appeared in the meeting hall.

After Ning Rongzhang finally returned to the palace, Xiao Qi came up to him holding the invitation in both hands, "Your Highness! The Luanzhou tribe has sent over an invitation."

Ning Rongzhang reached out to take it, and saw that the complicated patterns on the post looked like mysterious talismans. He opened it and glanced at it briefly.

"I don't know if the Luanzhou Department is really well-informed, or if this post came by coincidence."

Xiao Qi lowered his eyes and asked, "What does your lord mean by this?"

"Has the news of my coma spread?"

"The prince is related to the foundation of the country. The news of his coma has not been spread except for the few of us who know about it." Xiao Qi bowed and said, "Should I go and check it out?"

"Forget it." Ning Rongzhang closed the note and said, "Since the envoy from Luanzhou tribe has arrived, there must be important things to discuss. Anyway, I have woken up." He looked up at the twilight sky. There was someone to accompany him in the palace. The lonely days in the past were drowned in his heart and became memories.

If the Luanzhou tribe could have made it in time, they might have been able to catch up with his and Ashu's enthronement ceremony.

When the envoys from Luanzhou arrived, the Ministry of Rites had to prepare for the coronation ceremony of the Regent and the enthronement ceremony of the Queen, while also having to free up one hand to deal with the affairs of the envoys from Luanzhou.

The busiest people are on both sides.

The Ministry of Rites had a heavy responsibility in hand, but it did not have enough personnel to prepare for the event, and had to borrow people from outside several times.

There was an autumn rain in the Ji Mansion.

Mother Jiang took out a few pairs of fox fur knee warmers and gave one to each of them. "The weather is getting colder, so we have to keep warm."

The warm fox fur knee warmer was placed in his hand and soon heated up. Ji Mengshu stood in one place. After the autumn rain, he put on an extra layer of clothes. He stood beside Ji Yuanzheng and looked at the pair of knee warmers in his hand.

"Thank you, mother."

"Okay, Shu'er has grown into a big girl. Now that her marriage has been decided, she should be more steady in doing things." Jiang's mother always liked to teach her like this.

Ji Mengshu lowered her head and said, "I understand, mother."

After the two of them left the house, Ji Mengshu blinked and said, "Brother, I have been unconscious for a long time, the whole summer has passed. I wonder where Miss Wan is now?"

Ji Yuan was swallowing his saliva, feeling a little nervous in his heart. "When you were still in a coma, Miss Wan wanted to go back to her hometown. After you passed out, I was so worried that I didn't have the energy to take care of others. So I gave her a lot of silver and sent her home..."

After hearing these words, she was almost petrified.

According to her previous thoughts, she hoped that her brother could meet a good man. Since her brother and Miss Wan had a mutual affection for each other, she originally wanted to bring the two together.

Unexpectedly, my brother is a wooden man.

Now, Lian Wei Zheng has married, and only his brother is left.

"Does my brother like her?"

Seeing that there was no one else around, Ji Yuanzheng nodded and said he liked it.

"Since you like it, why don't you fight for yourself?"

Ji Yuanzheng touched the calluses on his hands. "I thought that a general like me should be on the battlefield, fighting for the country. Life and death are uncertain, so why delay others?"

"But brother is different now. Brother is in Shangjing now. The Dali Dynasty has changed dynasties. Neither the barbarians nor the Luanzhou tribe dare to invade easily." The Dali Dynasty that my brother has guarded for so long has finally become a little more stable.

"So what Zhao Shu means is..."

"Chase!!"

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Wan Rong thought that Ji Yuanzheng had no feelings for her, so she put aside those worries in her mind. When she saw him handing her a big bag of silver that day, she knew that he wanted her to leave.

She didn't answer.

Ji Yuanzheng then handed the gold bar in his hand to her and said, "Take it. If Ah Shu knew, he would feel relieved."

Wan Rong looked at the silver he handed over and finally accepted it. "It is my great fortune in this life for me to meet you. I am afraid that we will never have the time to meet again in the future..."

The journey was long and difficult, and they all knew that they might never have the chance to meet again in this life.

late at night.

Ji Yuan was sitting at a desk with a candle lit on it, illuminating the ink painting hanging on the wall in front of him.

The brushstrokes are very gentle, but the person who painted the picture had mountains and rivers in his mind, so the overall look is elegant and graceful.

When she said she wanted to leave, Ji Yuanzheng wanted to keep her, but later the Queen Mother set herself on fire and Ashu fell into a coma. These events happened so suddenly that there was no chance to relax.

At that time, Ji Mengshu was taken to the palace.

Ji Yuanzheng always felt that it was inappropriate for Wan Rong to be alone in the mansion, so he gave her a large sum of money and sent someone to send her home.

As long as she had money, she could live happily wherever she was and no longer had to stay in the palace.

When I look at this painting again now, my mood is somewhat different.

In the autumn, rain falls one after another.

The leaves of the sycamore trees in the yard fluttered down.

Hongye stood in front of Ji Mengshu, watching the rain falling down the corridor with her, and said, "Miss, the prince said that there will be a distinguished guest in the palace tonight. Miss, why don't you guess who it is?"

There is no need to guess.

"He is an envoy from Luanzhou."

"That's right." Hongye nodded, "I just don't know if there will be a guardian... Oh no, he is already the Khan now."

Wu Yanhe, this strange yet familiar name came to mind again. Ji Mengshu said, "Since he is the Khan of Luanzhou tribe, why would he risk coming here?"

At most, they are just envoys.

It was not until the evening, when the carriage was pulling people into the palace, that Ning Rongzhang stood at the door holding an oil-paper umbrella and saw Ji Mengshu coming.

He naturally held her hand.

"Let's go."

Ji Mengshu nodded, and the two of them held an umbrella together in the autumn rain and walked quietly along the palace road.

"The envoy from Luanzhou..."

"You'll know it when you see it."

Inside the council hall.

Asan stood in one place, looking at the Khan and the queen of Luanzhou tribe below, and then looking at those elite secret guards. He felt that they seemed to have invited in several giant Buddhas.

During the hundred years of the Dali Dynasty, there was never a Khan from outside the country who came in person.