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Jiang Zhao left in no hurry after dinner, and played chess with Lu Zhaohan.

Lu Shuai loves to talk by hand, and Lu Zhaohan was influenced by him since he was a child. He is the best at it among piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

She had a master who could be called a national player. Seriously, Lu Cangyu couldn't beat her, not to mention that Jiang Zhao was a stinky chess player. Lu Zhaohan only used three distractions to beat her back.

Jiang Zhao didn't feel ashamed, he casually dropped a word, and suddenly said: "Uncle said something to me today."

Lu Zhaohan responded casually, obviously not paying attention.

Jiang Zhao dropped another son, looked up at her, and said calmly, "It's about you."

"What can I do?" Lu Zhaohan was puzzled.

"Since you reached Ji, someone has asked my uncle to marry you." Jiang Zhao picked up a chess piece, but didn't know where to put it. He frowned and said, "Uncle wanted to keep you for a few more years, but probably he already has one." Good candidate, I just want to make an appointment for you first, and then we will get married in two years, and I specifically asked me to ask you what you mean."

When he suddenly talked about his marriage, Lu Zhaohan suddenly became unhappy, looked at her bitterly and said: "It's true, Dad, I've only been away from home for a few days, and I'm thinking about marrying me off."

She was obviously not very happy, Jiang Zhao said with a smile: "Maybe I think you are too annoying at home."

"Then I won't bother him at home." Lu Zhaohan said: "Isn't it okay for me to accompany Huang Jie in the palace? Besides, Huang Jie doesn't want to get married, so father said that you are still young and don't worry. I am a few years younger than you. What is he in such a hurry for?"

Jiang Zhao lowered his hand slowly, looked at her with raised eyebrows and said, "Aren't you curious about who you want to be engaged to?"

Lu Zhaohan curled his lips and blocked her way, holding his face together and said: "I haven't known many men since I was a child. No matter who they are, they are strangers to me. There is nothing to be curious about."

"Since uncle agrees, he must be worthy of you."

"Not always."

Lu Zhaohan grabbed a few chess pieces and played them in the palm of his hand, and said angrily: "In my father's eyes, a clean family background and a strong martial arts are dragons and phoenixes among people. If you can recite poems and compose Fu, you will be an all-rounder in civil and military affairs.

He doesn't care about his appearance or character, maybe he will let me marry a big ugly guy! "

It turned out that in her eyes, uncle was like this.

Jiang Zhao couldn't help laughing, bent his elbows and propped his chin up on the chessboard, and said with a smile in his eyes: "I know a few young people who can win my uncle's favor, and they are indeed outstanding people."

Lu Zhaohan said: "That's probably because my father dedicated all the top-notch ones to the imperial sister, and the rest are crooked."

Jiang Zhao was a little helpless, reached out and tapped her forehead, and said, "You are always open-mouthed, so be careful that you will suffer big losses in the future.

But since you think so, then choose someone from my side, and I think uncle will not disagree. "

She thought for a while, and a few suitable people appeared in her mind, and she told Lu Zhaohan one by one.

"Chang Dongling, the left school lieutenant of the Martial Arts Hall, has just been crowned this year. His martial arts skills are strong, and his appearance is not bad. He is by no means ugly."

"I know him. He used to be a striker for my father. He's a rough guy."

"Han Xuan, a scholar of the Imperial Academy, has a brilliant literary talent."

"Sounds like a puny nerd, don't like it."

"He Yuansheng, General of the Imperial Guard, is only one year older than you, with both civil and military skills, he can be regarded as a promising young man."

"My elder sister said that men are too young to hurt others."

Jiang Zhao mentioned that Lu Zhaohan vetoed one, and she knew that this girl did it on purpose, she shook her head and said, "There is a guard chief in the imperial army, who was recommended to me by my uncle, he is indeed a good person, and he is also a good-looking person.

Although you haven't married a wife yet, but you are much older than you, even if you agree, uncle probably won't agree. "

The more she said that, Lu Zhaohan became more interested and asked, "Who is the emperor talking about?"

Jiang Zhaodao: "The second son of General Zuo Yuan Zhengyi is named Yuan Qi."

"Yuan Qi?" Lu Zhaohan was shocked, his eyes widened and he waved his hands again and again: "No, no, this is absolutely not!"

She overreacted, and Jiang Zhao was a little curious, so he asked, "Men are unmarried and women are unmarried. Although the age gap is a little bigger, if you really like it, it's not absolutely impossible. Why are you so overreacted?"

"That's Xie Sizheng's..."

Sometimes Lu Zhaohan speaks without going through his brain. When Jiang Zhao asked, she answered. Halfway through the answer, she remembered that she had promised Xie Jin not to tell others, so she quickly covered her mouth.

But it was too late.

Jiang Zhao was particularly sensitive to the word "Xie Sizheng", and his eyes suddenly became sharp.

"What is Xie Sizheng's?"

"It's nothing."

Lu Zhaohan was a little guilty, and said vaguely: "I don't know why I said Xie Sizheng, I probably made a mistake, and it has nothing to do with Xie Sizheng. Sister Huang, don't ask any more."

Jiang Zhao did not ask again, because she already understood in her heart.

Yuan Qi, probably Xie Jin's sweetheart, even Lu Zhaohan knew about it, she just now understood.

Seeing the king's face sinking like water, Lu Zhaohan had goose bumps all over his body.

She had never seen Sister Huang with such an expression. In the past, even if she did something wrong, Jiang Zhao would just say a few words about her face. As long as she acted coquettishly, she could be vague.

But obviously today is different from the past. Although he doesn't know why, Lu Zhaohan clearly felt that Jiang Zhao's mood was not quite right.It seems to be angry, but also sad, it is always confusing.

Lu Zhaohan faintly felt that he had made a big mistake, and was about to bite the bullet and admit his mistake, but Jiang Zhao stood up and said, "I'm a little tired, so I'll go back to Xihe Palace first, about your marriage, you should talk to your uncle yourself."

Her voice was extremely indifferent, and she didn't care how Lu Zhaohan reacted after she finished speaking, she flicked her sleeves and strode away.

"Queen!"

Lu Zhaohan chased him out and shouted, Jiang Zhao left Lanyuexuan without looking back.

Gao Sheng'an was guarding the door in a daze, and when he saw His Majesty coming out, he followed him reflexively. Those who walked out of Lanyuexuan's palace gate realized that something was wrong with her, but seeing her gloomy face, he didn't dare to ask.

Jiang Zhao got on the imperial chariot and said coldly, "Go back to the bedroom."

Gao Sheng'an quickly responded, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Your Majesty, drive!"

He followed the side of the chariot, thought about it all the way but didn't understand how it was all right, and in the end, it could only be attributed to Princess Changning who made some mess again, which made His Majesty unhappy.

When Yujia returned to Xihe Palace, Aunt Qingshi brought people to greet him. She saw that His Majesty was not in the right state at a glance, so she pulled Gao Sheng'an and asked him what was wrong in a low voice.

When Jiang Zhao returned to the bedroom, he closed the door, shutting Gao Sheng'an and Qing Shi out, and came out again after a while, already changed into plain maid's clothes.

It was already night and she could tell where she was going just by looking at her attire. Gao Shengan didn't dare to talk too much, but Qingshi held Jiang Zhao and asked with a smile, "When will Your Majesty come back?"

Qingshi was an old man beside the queen mother, and she had been with her since she entered the palace, and she also watched Jiang Zhao grow up.

Regarding this aunt, Jiang Zhao couldn't show any expression no matter how bad his mood was, so he calmed down a little and replied, "I'll be back in a while, aunt, don't worry about me."

Qing Shi raised her hand to stroke her hair, and said with a light smile: "Your Majesty may be in a bad mood, but when the Son of Heaven gets angry, don't underestimate her. Xie Sizheng is just a weak woman, and she can't bear to be frightened."

Jiang Zhao naturally understood what she meant.

She nodded, her expression softened, and she whispered: "I see."

Qing Shi nodded with a smile, let go of her hand, and let her go.

No one is more familiar with the road from Xihe Palace to Gongzhengsi than Jiang Zhao. She even found a small path by herself, which is much shorter than walking directly and can save a lot of time.

Jiang Zhao stood at the gate of the small courtyard, pondered for a long time, then hid all his emotions, reached out and knocked on the door.

Soon someone came to open the door, but it was not Xie Jin but Xu Yiren. Seeing the obvious surprise on Jiang Zhao's face, she hurriedly turned her head and shouted to the courtyard: "Jinniang, it's Ah Zhao."

Jiang Zhao politely called out to her, "Sister Yiren."

Xu Yiren responded with a smile, and led her in. When Jiang Zhao walked in, he saw Xie Jin walking over. He hadn't seen him for more than ten days, but for no reason, he felt as if it was a lifetime ago, and couldn't help but feel his eyes warm.

"Sister." She called out.

Xie Jin sighed softly, with a smile on his face, and walked over to hold her hand.

There was a gauze lamp on the stone table in the small courtyard, and a few plates of pastries were placed. The weather has been getting warmer recently, and Xie Jin and Xu Yiren were chatting in the courtyard tonight, taking advantage of the bright moonlight.

Xu Yiren closed the door behind and asked Xie Jin and Jiang Zhao to sit on the stone bench.

"I haven't seen Azhao for a long time, why is it so much lighter? Could it be that I can't get enough to eat in Xihe Palace?" Xu Yiren teased with a smile, and pushed a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake on the table in front of Jiang Zhao.

Xie Jin's eyes also fell on Jiang Zhao, and saw that her complexion was indeed not as good as before, and even her expression was faint.Knowing that Xu Yiren was talking nonsense, she still twisted her heart and asked softly, "Have you been having a bad day recently?"

Jiang Zhao pinched a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, brought it to his mouth and took a bite, then smiled and said, "It's pretty good."

Xu Yiren poured another cup of tea for her, rested his chin and said, "There is no need to hide anything from your elder sister. If there is something sad or wronged, tell her quickly so that she will love you."

"Yiren."

Xie Jin glared at Xu Yiren, thinking she was talkative.

Jiang Zhao's heart skipped a beat.

Wanting to let the two sisters have some private conversations, Xu Yiren said hello and went back to the room first.

Jiang Zhao slowly finished the piece of pastry in her hand, Xie Jin pulled out a plain handkerchief from her sleeve very naturally, pulled her palm, wiped her fingertips and palm with the handkerchief, and wiped away the crumbs of pastry .

After taking back the handkerchief, Xie Jin stared at Jiang Zhao for a few moments, then suddenly touched her face with his hand.

Jiang Zhao has been a thin child since she was a child, and she has never gained weight. When Xie Jin met her, she was 13 years old, just the age of a child, and she looked particularly thin.

But she was in good health, and she didn't get sick very often. Later, she became healthier when she grew up. Although she still couldn't match her roundness and plumpness, she looked radiant and didn't look weak.

But after not seeing him for a while, Xie Jin felt a little haggard, which made Xie Jin feel distressed.

"Yi Ren is right, she lost some weight, is she sick?"

Xie Jin's hand was still a little cold, Jiang Zhao raised his hand and pressed it on the back of her hand, rubbed it lightly twice, then said with a smile, "I got a little bit of wind and cold a while ago, but it has recovered, sister, don't worry."

"How could I not be worried?" Xie Jin withdrew his hand, pulled her up and walked into his room, muttering: "If you really don't want me to worry, take good care of yourself."

Entering the room, Xie Jin reached out to touch the teapot on the table, her tentacles were still slightly hot, so she poured a cup, stuffed it into Jiang Zhao's hand, and watched her drink it slowly.

Jiang Zhao finished a whole cup of hot tea and smiled at her.

Xie Jin wanted to continue to be cold-faced, but when she saw her smile, she couldn't hold it back after all, and sighed faintly.

"Azhao." She called Jiang Zhao's name softly, and said sadly: "I just thought that when His Majesty is sick, there are many imperial doctors and palace people to take care of her, and when you are sick, I am not by your side..."

She choked up in the middle of her speech, and raised her head to hold back her tears.