Becoming The Real Rich Daughter After Divorce

When the emperor heard Lu Chen's words, he was furious, "Are you so embarrassed to say it? You are a beautiful wife and son in the south of the Yangtze River. You don't even know how your mother and I survived these three years day by day..."

Lu Chen lowered his head and said: "I know this, so I can go back to Chang'an as soon as I recover my memory, and I dare not delay for half a day.

But does the emperor really think that the person who killed his son and minister back then would be the elder brother? "

The emperor didn't know that the eldest son was just a scapegoat, "But there is no evidence to point to the fifth child. These years, I have arranged the fifth child to go to the border, and your grandmother is very displeased.

Now that you are back, your imperial grandmother and Cheng Enbo's house have spoken many times, and it is not good for me to let Lao Wu stay at the border. "

Lu Chen cupped his hands and said, "Yes."

Lu Chen left the Palace of Qinzheng, put an extra layer of powder on the side of his face, covering up the redness and swelling, and went to the middle palace.

Seeing Lu Chen coming in, the queen hurriedly got up from the concubine's couch, "Chen'er is here."

"Queen." Lu Chen saluted respectfully, "Prince Yong will return to Chang'an before the Dragon Boat Festival."

The queen clenched her hands tightly: "He dares to come back!"

Lu Chen said: "My son has secretly reported that he is already in Luoyang."

The empress said with annoyance in her eyes: "It's fine to come back. Back then, the empress dowager would rather sacrifice the eldest prince to protect him. I want to see what troubles he can make when he returns to Chang'an this time with the reputation of King Yong." !"

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The Dragon Boat Festival is approaching, and the weather is getting hotter and hotter.

After Qiao Jinniang worked for two days and finally embroidered the sachet, she thought about it and sent it to Prince Rong's mansion by herself.

Stop by to see how the business of Zhiwei Pavilion is.

Qiao Jinniang held an umbrella for the sun, and as soon as she arrived on the street, she saw a noble carriage drawn by four horses entering the city, followed by a mighty army.

It was the first time for Nuomi to see such a big battle, and she stepped on her feet and looked, "Miss, who is this nobleman?"

Qiao Jinniang saw a sign hanging on the carriage with the word "Yong", but she didn't know who it was.

A gust of wind blew through the curtain of the carriage, revealing the face of the man inside. The man's age must be around twenty-four or five.

The common people all praised: "His Royal Highness King Yong is really good-looking, and he still looks the same after three years in the frontier!"

"His Royal Highness Prince Yong is not as good-looking as His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. Among the princes, the one with the best looks must be His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

Qiao Jinniang listened to the words of the common people, thinking of the mediocre word of the king...

After all, he is the son of the royal family, how could His Majesty give his son the title of mediocrity?

When we got to the Zhiwei Pavilion, there were literati officials in the lobby talking about His Royal Highness King Yong.

Among them, the civil servants inevitably feel sorry for His Royal Highness King Yong.

"Back then, Prince Rui had an outstanding literary talent and was known as a virtuous king. Unfortunately, he was envied by others and changed his title to Yong. What a pity!"

"Prince Rui is virtuous, courteous to corporals, and caring about the common people, but the Holy One is partial, alas..."

"Shh, it's better to say less. At that time, the officials who spoke for King Yong were demoted, and those who were dismissed were dismissed..."

"The master is here. Princess Fulu is in the Tianzi box. Can the master go to see Princess Fulu?" Xiao Er came up to welcome her.

Qiao Jinniang nodded, and went to the box on the second floor. Today, there is more than one Princess Fulu, and there is a small princess Rong, and two handsome young men.

When Qiao Jinniang entered, she saluted and said, "I have seen Princess Fulu, King Rong, and the two young masters."

Fu Lu repeatedly waved his hands and said, "Why do you and I still perform this ceremony? This is Lin Mo, the son of the left prime minister, and Zhou Siming, the eldest son of the queen's natal family Wu Guogong."

Qiao Jinniang didn't know that the two sons had such a prominent family background, so she wanted to leave.

It was Fu Lu who grabbed Qiao Jinniang, "This is the shopkeeper in this restaurant, her cooking skills are better than the cooks here, unfortunately, I am a daughter.

If the three of you are smarter, hurry up and marry her back home, and you will be able to enjoy the Yaochi banquet every day. This is your luck! "

Qiao Jinniang: "..."

If she hadn't known Princess Fulu's straightforward temper, she would have left immediately when she heard others say this.

King Rong Xiaojun said with a smile, "I want to marry, but I'm not so lucky!"

Princess Fulu said: "Do you also dislike that she was raised by a servant? The family used to run a restaurant? She never disliked you as a dude in the capital!"

Qiao Jinniang: "..." Princess Fulu really knows which pot to open and which pot to lift.

King Rong Xiaojun smiled knowingly: "How dare I despise Miss Qiao Er, I will have to rely on Miss Qiao Er in the future!"

Zhou Siming also said: "Miss Qiao Er will have a great fortune in the future, and I dare not marry."

Princess Fulu looked at Lin Mo.

Lin Mo cupped his hands to Qiao Jinniang and said, "Miss Qiao Er, forgive me, I like a lively woman."

King Rong Xiaojun really messed up Fu Lu's mandarin ducks, and changed the subject: "You brought the three of us here, tell me what's the matter."

Princess Fulu lowered her head and sighed, "You know, King Yong is back, right?"

"Grandmother wants to marry King Yong and me, but I don't want to!"

"You three, who is willing to marry me in a fake marriage? After King Yong marries the concubine, you can reconcile yourself, and I will give you a normal dowry!"

"Pfft." Zhou Siming spat out his wine, "Princess, this is not a joke."

Princess Fulu said: "I'm not joking, this is a matter of life and death. If I marry Nayong Wang, I might as well jump off here."

Qiao Jinniang stopped Princess Fulu and said, "This is not for fun. If the princess jumps off today, my fifty thousand taels of silver will be in vain."

Fu Lu: "...Okay, Qiao Jinniang, thanks to the fact that the princess is sincere to you, you don't feel sorry for my life, but your Zhiwei Pavilion shop.

Qiao Jinniang saw that Fulu could still joke, and said: "Just now when I came here, I saw His Royal Highness King Yong on the road. I saw that he had an extraordinary bearing, a face like Pan An, sword eyebrows and star eyes. He was a very handsome man. If he got out of the carriage, It must be the gentleman who throws fruits and carts..."

Before Qiao Jinniang finished speaking, she felt a cool breeze, and she looked back...

At some point, Lu Chen was standing behind her, but fortunately his powdered face covered his ashen complexion.

When Fu Lu saw Lu Chen coming, he saluted and said, "Cousin Prince, my grandmother wants me to marry His Royal Highness King Yong, you must save me!"

Lu Chen glanced at Qiao Jinniang, "I think it's not Gu who is blind, it should be Miss Qiao Er."

Fu Lu remembered that Qiao Jinniang had scolded the crown prince for being blind last time, and said: "Jinniang, please apologize to His Highness the Crown Prince quickly, the Crown Prince is the most kind person, if you apologize, His Highness the Crown Prince will definitely not embarrass you .”

Qiao Jinniang snorted coldly in her heart, how is this dog prince so kind?

But in front of the crowd, he had no choice but to say: "His Royal Highness, forgive me, my servant should not offend His Highness, this sachet was embroidered by my own, so I made an apology to Your Highness at that time."

Lu Chen said: "Then please trouble Miss Qiao to put it on for Gu."

Qiao Jinniang clenched the sachet tightly, her nails digging into her flesh, as long as there is no son of the leftist, Duke Wu's son, she must have slammed the sachet on Lu Chen's face.

Then he spat hard in the face.

But now she could only obediently step forward, approach Lu Chen, and tie the sachet on his jade belt.