Her Majesty Was Pregnant Before Entering the Palace

Jiang Ning thought for a while and asked Gucheng: "What do you think is the possibility that I will bring Gufeng to my side?"

Gucheng thought about it seriously and shook his head: "I don't know."

"why do you say so?"

"Generally speaking, it's impossible. However, Gufeng made a mistake and deserves to die. Miss Seventh saves him, and maybe the general will agree."

"Yeah."

Jiang Ning made a small calculation in her mind.

Her own force value is basically negative, and learning how to protect herself is not something that happens overnight. Since Gucheng came to her, her sense of security has been greatly improved.

But after all, there is only one Gucheng, and he walks alone like an owl. Even though Jiang Ning has known him for so long, she still feels that she is aloof from him and cannot guess his thoughts.

The most important thing is that Jiang Ning doesn't want him to be too tired.

With Gucheng's age and body, just when he was full of energy, he suddenly fell seriously ill, which may not be due to excessive fatigue.

Jiang Ning didn't want him to stay by her side day and night. It would be best if someone could change with him.

She figured it out in her mind, then turned and walked towards Jiang Mubai's study.

Although Jiang Mubai was a military commander, his literary attainments were by no means worse than Jiang Ruobai's.

The two brothers, who graduated from the Spring and Autumn Academy, were both talented in literature and military affairs. However, one became a civil servant and the other a military general. From then on, their impressions on people were completely different.

People who don't know the inside story think that Jiang Ruobai is just a scholar with no ability to tie a chicken, but they don't know that he is also a good hand at riding a horse and bending a bow.

Most people take it for granted that Jiang Mubai is a majestic and mighty rough man, but they don't know that he is good at all kinds of poems, lyrics, and songs, and his handwriting is no worse than that of calligraphy and painting masters.

When Jiang Ning opened the door and walked in, the general was standing behind the desk, admiring a piece of calligraphy.

"Uncle, I'm still wondering if you are still helping my parents." Jiang Ning said with a smile.

"Six girls have been sent away, and there's nothing to do anymore. I'll be back. Come on, come on, Xiaoqi, you're just in time." Jiang Mubai waved with a smile, "Look at this new calligraphy I got. How about it?"

Jiang Ning leaned over, took one look, and exclaimed: "Oh my god, which master's masterpiece is this? Let me think about it, is it Master Liu? Or Master Su? Well...the writing is so clear, With a murderous aura...could it be Master Liu? But I have seen several authentic works of Master Liu, but they are still not as good as this one."

She looked at Jiang Mubai and asked humbly: "Uncle, which master's work is this that I don't know about?"

Jiang Mubai burst out laughing.

"This child's taste is not very good." Mrs. Ge Shi walked in with tea and said with a gentle smile, "Xiaoqi, I just came back from your mother's place. I heard you were here, so I brought some specially. I’ll give you some snacks.”

Jiang Ning hurriedly reached out to pick it up: "Aunt, let me come."

"Don't touch it and burn your hands carefully. This tea was just poured." Geshi quickly stopped, fearing that she would really burn her hands. "Go sit down and wait for the tea to cool down before I give it to you to drink."

Hearing this, Jiang Ning let it go and said with a smile, "I haven't read any books to make my aunt laugh."

When Jiang Mubai heard this, he glared at his wife fiercely: "What are you talking about? Could it be that I don't write well?"

Jiang Ning was shocked when he heard this: "What? This is actually written by my uncle himself? No way? My uncle is actually a master of calligraphy?"