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

Fulanxuan

Ji Mengshu smiled, "Really?"

Qing Zhu replied, "Of course it's true, Your Majesty was scolded by the Queen Mother..."

"Isn't it right to scold him?" Through the window, he could see Ah Shou and a few half-man-tall little kids sweeping the courtyard. There were so many children like them in the world who were living on the streets, without food or clothing... In short, it was all because of the king's lack of virtue.

Qingzhu and Hongye dared not say such outrageous words and could only hang their heads in silence.

"Girl, last time you were kidnapped and taken to the City God Temple, was the matter shelved?" Hongye pinched her sleeves. Although a dead body was found in Zelanxuan and the case was reported to the police, the matter was shelved.

Fortunately, nothing happened to her girl. Hongye complained silently, wondering what was going on in this provincial government.

It is not Ji Mengshu's character to not take revenge.

"It's not that I don't want to repay you, it's just that the time has not come yet. When the time comes, I will definitely give Ji Ningqiu a big gift."

The masters and servants of Fulanxuan and Zelanxuan had a tacit understanding. The frictions were increasing, and there was only a thin layer of window paper left to break.

The maple leaves in the yard were all over the ground, leaving only the bare branches. It seemed that a lot of time had passed. Ji Mengshu sat in the yard and suddenly felt that someone had not looked for her for a long time.

Looking at the back wall not far away, "Maybe he left Beijing... and returned to Western Xinjiang..."

The peaceful place in the mansion was soon broken. Ji Kang had been frowning since he came back from court and called the elders of his family to discuss important matters.

By early autumn, the few people rescued from the Colosseum had already recovered from their injuries and became Ji Mengshu's secret guards. Therefore, even in this small house, Ji Mengshu could quickly learn about the Ji Mansion, the outside world, and even the court.

The nimble guard walked into the courtyard without taking the right path, and bowed slightly towards the person on the recliner, "Master... I found out."

The secret guard slowly told the story. After more than a month of brewing, the people had already complained, and most families had no food to eat. The situation in the north was even worse, and an uprising had already begun.

Ji Mengshu closed his eyes and asked, "Uprising?"

The secret guard nodded, "Yes, this is what the head of the family discussed with the elders. There are rumors in the north that many people saw a giant turtle in the water. There are six words engraved on the turtle's shell: Ji Family Girl, Save the Natural Disaster."

Ji's daughter, saving the natural disaster...

Whenever a disaster occurred among the people, the emperor would offer sacrifices to the heaven, earth and ancestors, and preferably issue an edict of remorse to announce to the world that all the causes were caused by his own misconduct and had nothing to do with the people of the world. He should just bring the disaster upon himself and not involve irrelevant people.

No wonder the elders were alarmed, it turns out that I am also involved...

Hongye asked worriedly, "Girl, isn't this aimed at you?"

They really came for her. Ji Mengshu raised her eyebrows, "The New Year is coming soon, these people are really impatient..."

Why are they all setting their sights on their own girls?

Ji Mengshu sat there calmly, not looking worried about himself at all, "Come on, follow me to see father."

Ji Kang also had a serious look on his face. Those rumors were clearly directed at the Ji family. The uprising in the north also pushed the Ji family to the forefront for a while. When he saw Ji Mengshu coming in, Ji Kang restrained his expression.

"Father is still worried about the refugees?"

Ji Kang was so busy that he had several blisters on his mouth. He had just had a very intense argument with the elders of his family, and now his mouth hurt terribly every time he opened his mouth, so he could only nod.

"My daughter heard that there is chaos in the north? Even in the capital, I feel anxious..."

As the eldest daughter of the family, Ji Kang has always valued her. He nodded and said, "Don't worry about what's happening thousands of miles away. Just stay at home and don't go out recently." After all, the capital is not peaceful now. There are refugees everywhere. Outside the suburbs, people are dead in the wilderness every day. The government burns and buries the bodies every day, fearing that there will be a plague...

It is really misfortune for our Dali Dynasty.

Ji Mengshu nodded, said a few more words, told Ji Kang to have a good rest, and then came out.

The Queen Mother and Ning Huaixuan were very busy and could not take care of her for a while. Ji Mengshu contacted Li Huaixiang to inquire about the situation in the North. Both Li Huairong and his brother were working in the North, and they were afraid that their lives would be difficult.

The entire capital city was shrouded in an atmosphere of panic. Beidi was adjacent to the northern border. Ji Mengshu sent a letter to inquire about Ning Rongzhang's situation.

At that time, Ah San was bandaging his wounds. When the confidant delivered the letter, Ning Rongzhang could not help but gasp in pain. He had more than ten wounds of varying sizes on his body, all from rushing out of the encirclement in the imperial city.

I don't know the origins of the organization with the Hydra tattoo, but if he does anything unusual, they will surround and kill him until he returns to his fiefdom.

The key point is that the origin of the organization cannot be found in the underworld.

The woman's writing was neat, just like her. She wrote to ask if he had returned to the northern border. An uprising had occurred in the north, and she asked him to pay attention...

Ning Rongzhang smiled, carefully folded the letter and put it in his arms. Ah San saw that he was smiling with a worthless look on his face, and joked, "Prince, you took so much trouble to protect Miss Ji, and you got hurt all over, why didn't you tell Miss Ji about it?"

Ning Rongzhang glanced at him and said, "It's so far, she will worry about you..."

"If Miss Ji doesn't care about you, she will care about someone else later." Asan said with a smile.

"You are the only one who talks a lot."

Asan stopped talking.

The envelope in his arms seemed to be warm, burning his heart. What San said made sense. Even if he didn't care about him, he would still care about others. In this case, he might as well care about him.

In the palace late at night, Ning Rongzhang got up, put on his clothes, and carefully ground ink under the light of a candle. The table covered with letter paper was filled with the sound of the pens rubbing against each other.

Finally, Ning Rongzhang took a look at the content and was somewhat dissatisfied. He crumpled up the paper and wrote another letter. He was chased as soon as he rode out of the imperial city that day. He met several waves of people along the way, but those people seemed to be endless, one wave after another, until he entered the northern border fiefdom, and then they stopped.

After folding the letter and putting it into the mailbox, Ning Rongzhang called the carrier pigeon and stroked its feathers with his calloused fingers, "Go..."

The carrier pigeon fluttered twice and then disappeared into the darkness.

It was several days later when Ji Mengshu received the letter. Qingzhu took the little pigeon downstairs to eat, and she slowly unfolded the letter.

Looking at the letter, Ji Mengshu could even imagine the man talking seriously about how badly he was injured.