I am a Good Man

Jiaheng Palace.

"Mother, this is a poem copied by Chen'er. Tai Fu Kua Chen'er wrote well." The little boy standing in front of Jiang Yunqing was dressed in black satin clothes, with a flowered golden crown and vertical hair, his small pupils were smart, and his features were exquisite. Small.

"Really?" Jiang Yunqing pretended to exaggerate, "Mother will see later, how much progress our Chener has made."

As she talked about bringing him to her, the little boy showed a childish side, leaned into her arms, and said quietly, "Chen'er is the first one to finish, and they haven't finished writing."

"The queen mother will give Chen'er a reward for a while."

"What reward?" The little boy's eyes lit up, and he hugged Jiang Yunqing affectionately. "Erchen wants a sweaty BMW."

Jiang Yun chuckled and nodded his little nose, "You are less than four years old. What do you want a BMW for? You can't ride."

"Yes, Chen Wei has ridden him, Chen'er hasn't, and Chen'er wants to ride too." Ji Chen pouted, reluctant to admit defeat.

Chen Wei is his accompanying student, one year older than him.

"Chen Wei is still young."

"Chen Houye took him to play, Chen'er also thought." Ji Chen took her hand and began to shake, a little coquettishly.

The smile on Jiang Yunqing's mouth suddenly subsided. Before he finished speaking, the eunuch's voice came from outside the door, "The emperor is here!"

She was taken aback, the little boy next to her had already got out of her arms and saw Ji Yang coming in. He lowered his head, pretending to be an old man, and said nervously, "I have seen my father please peace."

"The concubine please greet the emperor." Jiang Yunqing also returned to his senses, leaning slightly.

"No gift." Ji Yang spit out two words and looked at the table on one side, "Is this written by Chen'er?"

After being named by him, Ji Chen shrank his neck, plucked up the courage to look at him, "Taifu taught the children today to write."

As he said, his little hands were pulled together.

Ji Yang is not lukewarm to him on weekdays, Jiang Yun saw him so lightly, just about to change the subject, but listened to him, "Yes, the handwriting is neat, and there is a lot of improvement."

Hearing this, Ji Chen's bright black eyes were stained with a smile, and the corners of his mouth could not be resisted.

Ji Yang nodded, then said, "Can you have some food?"

"Back to the emperor, I am preparing to use..."

"Let's go together, then, I didn't use it." Ji Yang said as he walked to the table, the two followed and sat down.

There are more than a dozen dishes on the table.

Crystal steamed dumplings, stewed milk duck, garlic steamed shrimp, lotus root powder and cinnamon sugar cake, steamed shark fin...

Juhong waited on the sidelines, looking at the three people who were not talking around a table, the atmosphere was a little weird.

There was a dull breath in the air.

"What has the Taifu taught you during this period of time?" Ji Yang said to Ji Chen as he ate.

"Going back to the emperor, Tai Fu teaches the children to read poems, the pastoral poetry of Li Yu, the poet of He Chaoda." Ji Chen sat down tightly, put down his chopsticks, and answered his words.

"You don't have to be restrained, the emperor father just asks, just chat." Ji Yang continued his words.

"Erchen knows." Although Ji Chen said so, he still didn't dare to be casual, holding his bowl and eating properly. He stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a shrimp, but did not pick it up, with a timid expression. Silently took the chopsticks back.

In the next second, there was a prawn in the bowl.

Ji Chen was flattered and did not dare to move.

Jiang Yunqing didn't know what happened to Ji Yang today. It's rare that she took the opportunity to mediate the atmosphere and smiled and said, "Chen'er, don't you thank the emperor father?"

"Thank you, Father." He raised his head to Ji Yang, showing a naive and innocent smile.

"Quickly eat." Ji Yang reached out and touched his head.

"Yeah." Ji Chen nodded vigorously.

"Slow down." Jiang Yun chuckled softly, and put another piece in his bowl. Turning his head to look at Shang Jiyang, he stretched out his hand and pinched one for him, "How come the emperor is free today?"

"I happened to be passing by, thinking that I haven't seen the queen for a long time. Come and have a look." Ji Yang returned to her.

Jiang Yun smiled shyly and said gently, "The concubine knows that the emperor is busy these days, so she dare not bother, and can only manage the harem to share the worries for the emperor."

"The draft list of concubines has been preliminarily determined, and will be reviewed by the emperor later to see if there are any additions."

"Don't look over, the queen does things, I always rest assured." Ji Yang returned to her, "the queen can decide."

"The concubine decides for himself."

"Um."

...

At the dinner table, Jiang Yunqing would occasionally find a topic to talk to Ji Yang, seemingly calm and dignified, but in fact there is no wave in his eyes. More often, he will pick up vegetables for Ji Chen intentionally or unintentionally.

She is a queen in the world of maternal rituals, elegant, noble and kind, it is hard to think that she was also the true temperament lady of the General's Mansion, innocent, cheerful, and eclectic Jiang Yunqing.

Back then, the threshold of the General Mansion’s courtship was broken. I heard that Miss Jiang’s favorite was the son of the Wei State Mansion, but Wang Yu got in and asked the emperor to give her the marriage.

Ji Yang sighed at the thought of this.

The original owner was suspicious and not too clever. He really liked Jiang Yunqing, and he wanted to marry him as a concubine.

Later, I was instigated by someone and felt that Jiang Yunqing was still involved with Wei Guofu’s eldest son. Angrily, he accepted a few newcomers into the mansion and had to give others some color. Jiang Yunqing was actually not an ancient woman, she brought it when she was a child. The traverser with modern memory, since then heartbroken, happens to be pregnant again, no longer expects to be pampered, and settles down to do what he deserves.

This time, he felt that Jiang Yunqing could not forget his old lover, and he was still thinking about it. He was blinded by his love, and his heart was stunned, and he didn't take Ji Chen seriously.

Besides, he was a self-smart person, he was played around by the minister, like a wall of grass, falling down, and finally said to Jiang Yunqing that he suspected that Ji Chen was not his son and would never help him in the position.

Jiang Yun's face as gray as death appeared in his mind, and her heart pierced. Finally, she knelt and begged him to give Ji Chen the king and grant a remote and desolate place. She would like to follow Ji Chen and never participate in the imperial power struggle. .

At that time, he was angry, and he expected Jiang Yunqing to force him. After all, Ji Chen was his only son, so he was right.

As a result, it lasted twenty years. North Korea was defeated in China, and wars in the frontier continued, and he was emptied.

It’s ridiculous that I haven’t seen any concubine give birth to a son for so many years.

When Jiang Yunqing heard these words, a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, shook his head, looked at him with white hair, and continued to shake his head.

"I still like you the most." His squirming mouth looked at her fascinatedly, "It's a pity that you don't like me, I survived this generation, and in the end Chen He rose up to rebel, and it was Ji Chen who led the troops to put down the rebels. , And he was already dying, looking at Jiang Yunqing, who was well-dressed, was still in a daze. He raised his hand and looked at her on the bedside, struggling to say, "For so many years, Qinger, I still like you the most. "Son, no matter whether it's awkward or noisy, you didn't even look at me."

Jiang Yun looked at him as his aura was getting weaker and weaker, his eye sockets were moist, he raised his head slightly, and turned his face away.

"No matter how hard I toss, the queen is still the dignified queen. I still lost, and lost to Wei Chen." Ji Yang smiled bitterly, and dropped his hands and closed his eyes.

Before his consciousness dissipated, he suddenly heard a cry of grief, heart-piercing, and then, his hand was picked up and placed on his face, Jiang Yun softly sobbed, "Cheng Heng..."

"Mother Queen."

"I blame him and hate him, but Chen'er, I love him too..."

"I love him."

...

"Qinger loves me."

"I want to protect her for the rest of my life and make up for the debts I owed in my previous life. As for Chen'er, I owe him too much."

"I still remember that when I first entered the mansion, I told Qing'er that in this life I only have one wife and only love her. I have broken my promise, and Qing'er has been disappointed with me since then."

...

"The emperor?" Jiang Yun called him several times, but when he saw that he didn't respond, he raised his voice and called again.

"Huh?" Ji Yang's thoughts were pulled back, and Jiang Yun's lightly puzzled gaze narrowed his expression, "What's the matter?"

"The emperor's complexion doesn't look good. Is it too exhausted in a short time? The concubine asked people to make up the soup, and the emperor will use some more to deal with the affairs of the court?" Jiang Yun lightly looked at him in a trance, and said again.

"There is Queen Lao." Ji Yang nodded.

"It is an honor for the concubines to share the worries for the emperor." Jiang Yun smiled lightly.

Ji Yang was helpless. The two people's way of getting along has become so respectful. He really polished Jiang Yunqing's temperament. He thought for a while and said, "I heard that the queen prayed for the people in Northwestern China a few days ago?"

Jiang Yunqing's face changed, and when he met him, his eyes were clear and bright. "The concubine heard that the disaster in the northwest was getting worse, and the emperor was also worried about it. The concubine did not know what he could do, but also prayed for peace of mind, but the concubine believed The emperor can handle it well and settle the people in the northwest."

If Jiang Yan is a reckless man, Jiang Yunqing is exquisite, otherwise he will not sit firmly in the position of the queen. No matter how outsiders wear small shoes, Ji Yang can't take her. She will always be a matchless pair. The appearance, virtuous and Shude.

"The queen has a heart." Ji Yang nodded, "I will sacrifice to the heavens and pray for the people in a while, and the queen will follow along."

Hearing this, Jiang Yun was stunned, and quickly reacted, "The concubine thanked the emperor."

"Father, can the children go?" Ji Chen asked in a low voice, "the children also want to pray for the people."

"Chen'er." Jiang Yun lightly scolded, and then reminded, "Didn't you say that Tai Fu is going to take you on horseback and archery? Why did you forget?"

"Erchen..." Ji Chen didn't finish, but when he received a hint from his mother, his eyes dimmed and he nodded, "Erchen forgot."

Ji Yang was suspicious, and someone in the DPRK deliberately hinted at the establishment of a prince, and the target was naturally directed at Ji Chen. His involvement in these things was not good for him.

With the people in mind, Ji Yang would understand that he was thinking of his throne at a young age.

"It's okay, it won't take much time, and the sacrifice to the sky is only half an hour." Ji Yang waved his hand and said.