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Kang Wang and his wife were worried, but Jiang Zhao didn't intend to play tricks at the banquet. In the end, everyone else had their own ulterior motives, but she was full, slightly drunk, and in a good mood.

After the banquet, Jiang Zhao sent someone to send Kang Wang's family back to the palace, but left the fourth princess Jiang Yin to narrate.

"A Yin is sixteen this year, and she should take care of her, don't delay her time."

Jiang Zhao cut to the chase, saw Jiang Yin's figure froze, and added: "Although the emperor is gone, I won't wrong you. Today I just want to ask you what you think."

The guests in the hall were all gone, Jiang Zhaogao sat on the seat, looking down at her slightly.

And Jiang Yin sat in the lower seat, not daring to raise her head to meet the emperor's gaze, so Jiang Zhao naturally couldn't see her expression.

Based on the only knowledge she had about Jiang Yin, Jiang Zhao originally thought that she would be able to say "It's all up to the emperor", but the facts were somewhat beyond her expectations. Jiang Yin neither nodded nor shook her head, and did not express any opinion at all. .

Jiang Zhao raised his eyebrows and stood up while supporting the table.

She toasted Kang Wang with a few more glasses of wine, and her walk was a little shaky. Gao Sheng'an reached out for her to help, and walked down with her, stopping in front of Jiang Yin.

"Young son of the capital, a young general in the army, you can choose.

If you are interested in someone, I will protect the matchmaker for you. If not, let the Ministry of Rites sort out the list and portraits. You can choose them, and they will be regarded as high-ranking. "

Jiang Zhao intentionally probed and followed the temptation carefully.

Jiang Yin finally moved, changed from sitting to kneeling, bowed her head deeply and kowtowed.

"Did sister Huang give my sister the right to say no?" Jiang Yin spoke slowly, her voice trembling and her teeth chattering.

Jiang Zhao didn't answer this question, but smiled first: "I'm not a man-eating tiger, you don't have to be so afraid, get up and talk first."

She didn't think Jiang Yin was cowardly, but she felt some empathy when she thought of the years when she was neglected by others.

And Jiang Yin has never been a particularly assertive person, she is also a little curious, what is the reason for this sudden stubbornness.

Jiang Yin stood up, raised her head cautiously to look at Jiang Zhao, and saw that she, the imperial sister, had a handsome appearance, with a smile on her face, she didn't look like she was holding power and looked down on the common people, and even her face was a little drunk, she looked a little approachable .

So he made up his mind a bit, and dared to look her in the eye.

Jiang Yin was petite, a bit shorter than Jiang Zhao, Jiang Zhao reached out and touched her shoulder, teasingly said: "Why is the imperial sister so thin? Doesn't the Imperial Dining Room cook your meals?"

She made a little joke, and Jiang Yin smiled in tandem, slowly relaxing.

Jiang took care of her gradually letting go of her guard, and then asked again: "What do you mean by that sentence just now? Are you dissatisfied with my husband-in-law for you, or do you not want to marry?"

Jiang Yin asked her back: "Does Huangjie want to marry someone?"

Although it is said that the harem is not allowed to engage in politics, and courtiers are not allowed to enter the harem, but after all, there are many people, and the previous dynasty and the harem are inextricably linked. A while ago, Prime Minister Zhao mentioned to the emperor Nafu but was declined, which is not allowed in the palace. It's a secret.

Jiang Yin's meaning is very simple, in terms of age, Jiang Zhao is older than her, in terms of status, Jiang Zhao is more noble than her, if you really want to talk about marriage, Jiang Zhao should naturally pick someone ahead of her.

Regarding Jiang Yin's question, Jiang Zhao didn't have much reaction, but just glanced at her in surprise.

Just now I thought Jiang Yin was a bit bold, but after seeing this, she lowered her head and turned into a trembling little quail again.Jiang Zhao was silent for a while, and wrote lightly: "If you don't marry, you don't marry. It's not like the palace can't afford you."

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Yin suddenly raised her head and looked at her blankly.

All the courage and prepared drafts that I finally mustered up were all useless, including those things that I racked my brains that could be used for trading. It was such a trivial matter that Jiang Yin even doubted whether she was really drunk.

Yuan Xiang stepped into the hall lightly, and whispered something into Jiang Zhao's ear, her slightly drunken eyes suddenly became clear, and she was about to leave, Gao Sheng'an pulled the corner of her sleeve before remembering that there was Jiang Yin .

"I have something important to do, so I won't keep you any longer. Just go to Xihe Palace to meet if you have anything to do."

Jiang Yin only had time to say one sentence: "Sister-in-law send off sister-in-law respectfully."

When Luan drove to the imperial study, Jiang Zhao had already forgotten about Jiang Yin.

She went straight to the desk, and there were two letters neatly placed on the table, both of which had not been opened.

Yuan Xiang stepped forward and explained, "One of these two letters is for His Majesty."

Jiang Zhao took a closer look and found that the two envelopes were slightly different, one was blank, and the other was written "My Son Jin Niang Qi".

She secretly protected the Xie family who were sent to the border, and never disclosed her identity. Except for some recent information about the Xie family relayed by informants, she had never had any intersection with them.

This time it was she who made a request and asked Xie's family to write a letter.

You don't even have to reach out to touch it. The naked eye can see that the envelope without words is thin, but the one with words is so thick that it can hardly hold it.

Jiang Zhao picked up the letterless envelope, tore off the sealant, and took out two pieces of letter paper from inside.

Xie Yuzhe, the former Minister of the Ministry of Officials, was born in the number one scholar, so naturally he could write well. Jiang Zhao had read the whole article, and Xie Yuzhe's writing skills were astonishing. He expressed his gratitude to her in just a few sentences.

"Now that I am in the shade, I will talk to my little girl again, and I will have no regrets in this life.

Xiwu has empty sleeves and nothing long on his body, so he kneels three times and kowtows nine times to repay his great kindness. Xie Yuzhe kowtows and kowtows again. "

Jiang Zhao looked at the last sentence in the letter, was speechless for a long time, and let out a long sigh.

Her eyes fell on another letter on the case, and she reached out to pick it up, only to feel that it was as heavy as a thousand catties.

It was intended to be a comfort to Xie Jin, but when I got it, I felt that it was too late for both Xie Yuzhe and Xie Jin.

Seeing her in a trance, Gao Sheng'an bit the bullet and called out: "Your Majesty?"

Jiang Zhao came back to his senses, clutched the envelope tightly, looked up at Gao Sheng'an, and said in a low voice, "Go and take this letter..."

The conversation stopped abruptly in the middle, Jiang Zhao pondered for a long time, Gao Sheng'an didn't dare to urge her, and finally heard her say: "Forget it, let me give it to her personally."

Gao Sheng'an comforted in a gentle voice: "Your Majesty has worked hard, Miss Xie will be very happy to receive the letter."

Jiang Zhao shook his head and said nothing.

Back at Xihe Palace, Qingshi served sober tea, Jiang Zhao used half of it, but refused to drink it.

"Slave to invite Miss Xie?" Gao Sheng'an glanced at the envelope that His Majesty had been holding in his hand all this time, and leaned over to show his courtesy.

Jiang Zhao glanced at him, shook his head, got up and said, "I went to see her by myself, you don't have to follow, you can use Brandon now, I will be back soon."

Xie Jin is now in the side hall of Xihe Palace, so there is nothing to worry about, so Gao Shengan watched her go.

Lanterns were lit under the eaves of the bedroom, the moonlight was also bright, and the surroundings were bright.

The hangover soup had just been eaten, and it hadn't worked yet. Jiang Zhaoshen had one foot and one shallow foot, but the terrain of the emperor's bedroom was stable, and there wasn't even a single extra stone, so she wouldn't fall down.

The lights in the side hall were on, and Xie Jin hadn't gone to bed yet.

Jiang Zhao stood at the door, knocked twice on the door with his fingers, then took a step back and obediently waited for a response.

Not long after, the door of the temple was opened from the inside. Xie Jin had just washed and removed his hair. His hair was like black black silk hanging behind his head. His long hair reached his waist. He was dressed in pajamas and a toga, which was a bit more rigorous than usual Soft and delicate.

Jiang Zhao's eyes froze, seeing her blessing her body and saluting, she said in his mouth: "I respectfully wish Your Majesty peace, I don't know why His Majesty came late at night, why?"

Her indifference and estrangement, Jiang Zhao has seen a lot during this time, and is used to it. It may be because of the drunkenness, and as he clenched the letter in his hand, a sense of grievance rushed to his heart, tearing away Forced out.

Xie Jin didn't get a response after asking. He raised his eyes and saw her looking lost, and asked again: "Your Majesty?"

As soon as the words finished, Jiang Zhao approached her, Xie Jin reflexively took half a step back, but was held by her waist, and the whole person crashed into her arms.

With a slender waist in her arms, one arm was enough to hold her completely. Xie Jin struggled a few times, Jiang Zhao also exerted force, followed her and walked a few steps back, buried his head in her neck, and shouted in a low voice: " Sister."

This voice was low and soft, implying extreme grievances, Xie Jin froze and let her hold her.

After staying in Xihe Palace for a long time, Xie Jin's body was gradually tainted with a faint ambergris fragrance, which blended with her own rich fragrance, which unexpectedly did not conflict, but was very harmonious.

Jiang Zhao hugged for a while, and felt that the person in his arms was still stiff, so he sighed secretly, let go of Xie Jin.

As soon as the latter came out of her arms, he hastily stepped back a few steps, as if avoiding her like a snake.

"It's because I overstepped the rules." Jiang Zhao's eyes darkened.

Xie Jin shook his head, lowered his eyebrows and said respectfully: "It's the servants and servants who committed the crime, please be punished by Your Majesty."

Jiang Zhao frowned, ground his back teeth, finally took a deep breath, handed the wrinkled letter to her, and said in a low voice, "I came here just to give you something."

During this period of time, she sent someone to send a lot of things to Xie Jin, including small gadgets rarely seen in the palace, and valuable needlework and silk. Just now, she saw something in her hand. Xie Jin thought it was some kind of book, so she glanced at it intently. With one glance, his complexion suddenly changed.

My son Jinniang Qi.

The strokes are so familiar that the handwriting is carved into the bone, even though we have been separated for eight years, Xie Jin never forgets each other for a moment.

She even forgot the difference in identity, quickly took the letter from Jiang Zhao, read it carefully, and said in disbelief: "This... this is my father's handwriting!"

Jiang Zhao nodded slightly and said, "It's a letter from Shangshu Xie, who just arrived at the palace today."

Years of love made Xie Jin's eyes blurred all of a sudden. She couldn't wait for Jiang Zhao to leave, and opened the envelope with trembling hands in front of her. Can't tear off the wax.

A pair of warm hands pressed Xie Jin's hand, and with a little force, she led her to tear off the wax paint, and then took out a thick stack of letter paper filled with handwriting.

After taking out the letter, Jiang Zhao consciously withdrew his hand, Xie Jin blinked hard a few times, so that his eyes could see clearly, regardless of whether Jiang Zhao was still there, he read it word by word.

Xie Yuzhe's words of credit to Jiang Zhao were very concise, and two pages of paper were enough to express his gratitude, but the letter to his daughter was not too complicated. There is an end.

Xie Yuzhe hated himself for bringing her daughter into trouble, and repeatedly emphasized that they had no hardships at the border with the help of noble people, and wrote many words of comfort for her.

At the end of the letter, she once again expressed the whole family's longing for her, asking her to take care of herself, and the family will reunite one day.

What he wrote in the signature was: Weeping for my father.

The messengers came and went in a hurry, and didn't leave much time for Xie's family, so this letter was all written by Xie Yuzhe, but it also expressed how much his mother and brother and sister-in-law missed her. Xie Jin saw the end, The letter paper was wet with tears, and she was already choking with sobs.

She cried quietly, pinching the letter with one hand and covering her mouth with the other, big tears fell from her eyes, those eyes shining like stars were soaked by tears like mist and rain, but they were like steel pierced into Jiang Zhao's heart Needle.

Jiang Zhao still felt top-heavy, but he was extremely clear-headed. He clearly knew that his selfishness made Xie Jin feel a lot of homesickness, and clearly understood that he was cruel and hateful.

She didn't want to stay here any longer, and always felt that having herself by her side should be an insult to Xie Jin.

So when Xie Jin was still indulging in grief, he quietly left the hall without disturbing her.