Her Majesty Was Pregnant Before Entering the Palace

Jiang Ning said with a smile: "Since you can't suppress Yuan Dong Hou from the front, let's start with his children. This is called drawing salary from the bottom of the pot."

"Amazing, amazing!" Jiang Balang clapped his hands, "If Seventh Sister becomes an official, she must be better than Second Uncle."

"General, general."

Jiang Ning is modest.

Jiang Silang asked: "However, I'm very surprised, how do you know these things about Ling'an county lord and his son?"

"Of course it's news bought with money."

"Pay money to buy?"

"Never underestimate the energy of the so-called low-level people." Jiang Ning laughed.

"What low-level people?"

"Peddlers and pawns, beggars with strength. You look at the people all over the street, those who carry sedan chairs, and those who sell things. Usually, who would notice them? Do you?" Jiang Ning asked back.

Jiang Balang shook his head: "Indeed not."

Jiang Ning said: "You are all noble children, and you are used to serving and serving. Which one of you think your words and deeds can escape their eyes?"

They looked at each other and stopped talking.

Jiang Ning continued: "County Ling'an has private meetings with people. Someone always needs someone to pass the news, and they always have to go to teahouses and restaurants to drink tea and eat in chariots and sedan chairs. The waiters all have eyes."

Jiang Shan said: "Probably, this means that if you want others to not know, you must do nothing yourself."

"That's right!" Jiang Ning clapped his hands, "Look at the beggars on the street corner, they are there every day, every day, every year, and they seem to be living a miserable life. You may not imagine that the people and things he sees on weekdays, those Clues, how much are they worth?"

They looked down the teahouse, and there was indeed a beggar on the corner of the street. His body was dirty, but he stretched his limbs, and the sun shone on him.

The expression on his face was not sad, but somewhat comfortable.

"You bought your news from him?" Jiang Yan asked in a low voice.

"No, I'm just making an analogy, give me an example." Jiang Ning laughed.

Jiang Silang's face was full of admiration: "These things are beyond your imagination."

Jiang Ning smiled and said, "Probably because I also came from a poor background?"

"You're not." Jiang Balang said, "However, if I was born in poverty and have such abilities, I'm willing."

"Stupid." Jiang Shan patted him on the forehead, "According to what you say, all poor people should be as smart as Seventh Sister."

Jiang Ning said: "Speaking of which, I also want to remind you guys with kind words. Usually, dandies are dandies, but don't break the law of the country. If you are caught by the whip, you will end up in the Far East Marquis."

"Don't worry, Seventh Sister, our Jiang family is not the Marquis of the Far East." Jiang Silang said with a smile, "Your father is the prime minister, and your uncle is the general of Zhennan. Who can shake a piece of paper and a weapon? Let's not talk about this, this matter I'm done, Seventh Sister, I'm still waiting for your meal."

"rest assured."

Jiang Ning smiled.

Jiang Ruobai turned backwards, his face flushed, and he walked a little briskly.

"Father, why are you happy?" Jiang Ning asked.

"Hahaha, that old man of Yuandong Hou also has today! He is finished!"

Jiang Yuan came over in a wheelchair with an excited expression: "I heard that Princess Ling'an was beaten and disabled, and her brother was also arrested? What's going on? Did Dad vent his anger on me?"

"Cough, this..." Jiang Ruobai coughed lightly.

How did he know what was going on.

Jiang Yan pursed her lips and smiled: "Fifth Sister, you have misunderstood Daddy about this matter."

"Um?"

"It really has nothing to do with dad."

"Then what happened to the Far East Marquis Mansion?"