No One Can Fight

Zichen Temple.

Two bright yellow figures were buried in a pile of memorials, struggling to write.

The waiter on the side of the palace, the tea changed wave after wave.

Time reminded again and again.

But...how do you rest when things are not done?

Emperor Chengping raised his head tiredly and rested for a while.

The big **** next to him immediately followed the massage, very insightful.

"Cong'er, rest."

"Thank you, Father, I still have some ordinary please Anzhezi left here, and they will be well soon."

The emperor glanced at the pile of to-dos in front of him.

"You kid, still can't speak so much."

"Erchen is guilty." The prince chuckled lightly, "Erchen, will you please Anzhezi to criticize these later?"

Can be so kidding.

The relationship between the father and son of the heavenly family can be said to be quite good.

"That's not necessary."

Emperor Chengping flipped through the memorial.

Pick up a copy and pass it over to increase the workload for the prince who is about to complete.

"You should be responsible for the affairs of the envoys of Jialiang State entering Beijing to worship."

The **** who was in charge of the massage immediately became the messenger of Chuan Zhezi.

Give this job to the next prince.

"Jialiang? Entering Beijing this season?"

Generally, when foreign envoys come to Beijing, don't they always arrive after the autumn, leaving them with a faceless face for the New Year, and then lingering away until the beginning of the spring the next year?

And now Da Chu doesn't have any major events that need Zhaohe.

Why are you here?

The autumn wind?

No matter what you are here, can't it be handed over to Honghe Temple to follow the rules?

"Come to take refuge." Jialiang is now splitting up.

It can be said that the chaos of Da Chu's seizure still exists in the brains of people who think too much.

Jialiang's side has already begun.

The orthodox one came to take refuge in the name of Chaohe and asked the suzerain country for support by the way.

When the prince heard the word refuge, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Emperor Chengping didn't know about Jialiang's state affairs, so how could he, the prince, know?

Jialiang has never wanted to touch the Central Plains since ancient times.

No matter the soldiers or the common people, they will not accept the situation after passing by.

After the attack, there is no way to defend it. The land is barren and does not produce food.

But when Emperor Chengping knew that there were a lot of clean, easy-to-extract natural salt lakes, enough for the entire Chu to eat.

If you don't send troops on the spot with red eyes, you are already very good at forbearance.

It's a pity that Da Chu's forces have to guard the east and west Turks to the north.

To suppress South Korea and South Vietnam, it is necessary to control bandits everywhere.

Facing Jialiang, a bone that was already difficult to gnaw, he was really powerless.

And if Da Chu aggressively attacked at all costs, Jia Liang's Tufan from the west would not be so friendly.

The military attack is difficult to work, then the text is invaded.

Even if Emperor Chengping couldn't do it in his lifetime, the prince would inherit his state policy.

It is bound to swallow Jialiang into the territory of Da Chu.

Let the world no longer suffer for salt.

No, this is a good opportunity to divide them further.

Seeing the prince's passion came up, the emperor did not forget to pour cold water.

I'm not afraid of it slowly, and I'm not worried about missing this opportunity.

Anyway, a lot of nails and hidden piles have been buried over the years.

If you let them see Da Chu's plan, it will encourage them to unanimously externally, and the gain will not be worth the loss.

"Father, don't worry, Jialiang has poor supplies and harassing the frontier every year, and his sons and ministers know what to do with them."

"Yeah." As soon as he nodded in relief, he saw the eldest son who had been answering like a second before he started talking and stopped.

The little eyes floated over frequently, and it was almost bluntly [you come and ask me what's the matter].

"Be careful not to think, just say what you have."

"Emperor father, it's just a reception, it's not a big deal, do you want your third brother to help the ministers?"

Thinking of his third son, the emperor was heartbroken.

For nothing else, for the marriage of the son.

His third child was well-behaved and sensible since he was a child, and when he grew up, he was also gentle and elegant, a gentleman like jade.

What a good kid.

Why is it so difficult to get married.

He couldn't wait for it to be just like in the drama, and just go on the imperial decree, so that people have to forget it.

Unfortunately, Xiwen is always Xiwen.

The first girl he found for the third child that year just hinted at the past.

Very good, my family looks down on the third child, dislikes the low birth of the third child's biological mother, and aims at the fourth child.

Emperor Chengping made a happy decision, so don't even think about it.

So I looked for the second one. This family has nothing to do with the mother-in-law, but the girl of the right age just told me that she was not married to Ye Huai.

Just about to come into contact with Emperor Chengping who will chat privately with his relatives in the future:...

The girl in the entire capital who aimed at Ye Huaishu didn't know where she was, and she dared to roar out. There was really only one girl.

For their family's more headaches, Emperor Chengping quietly let them go and began to look for a third one.

Unexpectedly, this third... died unexpectedly.

Emperor Chengping couldn't resist looking for the master of Huguo Temple to calculate the fate of the third son.

After learning the lesson, he directly looked for him in the opposite direction to see if he was interested in his son.

By the way, you need to be healthy.

The result is real.

Hidden news came, and the granddaughter of Jin Guogong became obsessed with his third child.

Jin Guogong?

This family can be compared to the prince.

As soon as this marriage comes out, it is estimated that many people will think more about it, right?

In the marriage and trouble-solving of his son, Emperor Chengping just wanted to choose the former.

As a result... Ning Bian...

"Father, don't be angry, Lord Jin..."

The prince didn't say anything.

Although Ning Bi had some delusions about being persecuted, he might guess right this time.

Jin Guogong's family is indeed somewhat utilitarian.

"Simply, the third brother himself didn't care about Yin Family Shi Niang. He is only 18, so it's okay to wait for a few years."

"If he was a girl, I wouldn't be in a hurry."

Prince:...

That's true.

The royal princess has no worries about marrying, but the prince and his wife are difficult to choose.

So the prince pulled out the topic again.

Let the third brother walk around with him more and show off, so that others can't see him.

Let the third brother busy too, stop thinking about marriage.

"Do as you say...Oh."

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Ying Jia

Ying Qianyun looked at a female gentleman with a long face in a very good mood.

Ying's education for her daughter is really a waste of money.

There should be only five girls in the family.

Excluding Ying Qianyun who has just returned and Ying Qianshu who is already married, there are only three girls in total.

Just for these three girls.

There are three gentlemen in the family.

One teaches reading, calligraphy and painting, the other teaches piano and chess tea, and the other teaches etiquette and embroidery.

Just here, it's not all of Ying's schoolwork.

They have to follow their mothers to learn about dress matching, makeup, aesthetics, housekeeping, food tasting, genealogy...

This does not include polo, pitching and so on.

Ying Qianyun is a wealthy daughter of free development under special circumstances.

After returning home, he is bound to face high-intensity make-up classes.

However, how to make up lessons, which lessons to make up, and which details are the most conducive to you.

For your own good, but it makes you break down and dissatisfied the most...

This is the art of arrangement.

On the third day home, I was faced with a full day of make-up classes.

In the case where the post of the eldest princess is placed here.

No one would say that Cui was too anxious.

And the reason Ying Qianyun is so happy... of course it's time to refresh the progress bar.

Now her house bucket progress bar has risen to 3%.

The kidnapper on the way home is +1%

The three-hour makeup and hair styling is +1%.

But at the banquet, the progress bar did not move when she faced Cui's banquet and dismissed the horse.

It only rose after she hit back.

Ying Qianyun: Really picky.

Ying Qianyun regrets to discover that her previous speculation may be true.

Although this progress bar is hung with a percentage, it is really calculated according to the number of times.

No matter the size of the crisis she faces.

She needs to be victorious.

In order to refresh the progress bar.

Back home... Is there so many things?

After learning the truth, Ying Qianyun hoped that Cui Shi, Ying Qianyi, and even the two-bedroom and three-bedroom who had not yet dealt with each other.

It's the kind of brain-disabled villain who can't stand a little bit of anger, remembers grudges, and loses after repeated battles.

Okay, second best.

The current course is the best time for Ying Qianyun to use the progress bar.

Different teachers, different courses, different making things difficult, should be counted as different times?

Ying Qianyun smiled and looked at Mother Qian in the etiquette class

The eyes are full of interest.

The old lady who came out of the palace once wondered if the "unfathomable" third lady was stupid?

If she really did, Mrs. Ying said it was not simple.

Where can I not know that she is about to "suffer"?

Or is she... She is confident that any action will be correct?

"Qianyun has seen Mr."

"Miss San... don't have to be polite."

Ying Qianyun respectfully met with the teacher.

This old lady who teaches etiquette suddenly felt the same as Cui's.

Ying Qianyun's courtesy was obviously not bad at all.

But let them pay special attention to people who should be Qianyun's manners.

There was such a sense of disharmony.

It seems...

Mother Qian thought for a long time, and finally remembered an adjective.

Be aggressive.

But this sense of aggression was not brought about by aura.

Ying Qianyun in front of her was gentle and graceful from her demeanor to her charm.

Such a watery beauty salutes you.

But it can give people a sense of offense.

This is really strange.

If Mother Qian said her doubts.

Ying Qianyun will answer.

People who practice martial arts can't help it.

Ying Qianyun's posture of saluting is right.

But the difference between her salute and others is that.

She can immediately attack the immediate target or form the best defense from this position.

Many martial arts are integrated to reach the realm of Dacheng.

Any of her movements are not moves, but they can form moves.

Mother Qian did not express her doubts.

It just feels a bit wrong, and can't pick Qianyun's thorn at all.

The very subtle weird feeling will gradually disappear in familiarity after watching it a few more times.

So he checked Ying Qianyun's walking and sitting posture by the way.

It is still perfect movement and posture.

It's like the most standard portrait.

Not bad.

Mother Qian looked a little surprised.

It seems that this concubine is really talking like Cui's, and the picture is very big.

Otherwise, he would never work so hard to cultivate his manners to this point.

The two mothers who taught her also contributed a lot.

"The third lady's steps are light and gentle, and her sitting posture is elegant and dignified. There is nothing to point out for the elderly."

This mother Qian did not choose to pick the bones in the egg.

Instead, everyone praised it.

Hold Ying Qianyun to the sky.

Praise her for sensibility, hard work, and hard work.

If you don't have this self-motivated heart.

It's impossible to practice such a good manner.

Not only praised her, but also praised the two mothers Zhan and Zhao.

Formally, they have worked hard and urged them for more than ten years, and now they are in charge of Qianyun.

Xiaolu, who was a wall flower next to her, recalled when her lady was learning etiquette.

The warrior originally had extremely strong control over his body.

In order to learn all the manners faster, the young lady even combined all the movements into a set of martial arts.

More than ten years of hard work?

Probably only two or three days.

However, these three days can only be achieved on the basis of more than ten years of martial arts training.

It's not a mistake.

Mother Qian's words weren't very flashy, but she praised her sincerely.

Exaggerate the whole and don't forget to exaggerate the details.

Even compared with other girls in Ying's family.

It was a bit embarrassing to praise Ying Qianyun.

Almost thinking that the mother had forgotten who paid her salary, she stabbed Cui's back.

Facts have proved that Mother Qian is completely worthy of the entrustment of the person who paid her.

In the case that the table is already high enough.

Respectfully, Ying Qianyun, please come to the high platform.

Then he pulled the ladder.

The girl behind Mother Qian brought up two small tea cups.

Seventy percent full of water was poured inside.

Teaching tools have already appeared.

"Ms. San's tea ceremony can be known without an examination. It must be impeccable."

"However, the third lady is in a special situation, just such a standard etiquette is useless. To be brilliant, to be innovative, and to be different, can it be effective, otherwise it will only suffocate everyone."

This is the truth, Ying Qianyun, who jumped in halfway, has not been among the choices of every family to see his daughter-in-law.

If you don't light up the bright spot.

Who will look at you more?

"It's not advisable to lightly change walking, sitting or lying, otherwise Handan's toddlers will be incompetent. So... let's start here."

Use your eyes to sign the small tea cup in front of you.

"Today, the old man teaches the third young lady a new tea-serving posture is popular in Beijing."

Mother Qian steadily picked up the small tea cup in front of her.

While showing the details of their actions.

On the one hand, I started to persuade me bitterly.

Write [I am for your good] on your face.

"If someone else still uses the old gift, it's okay, but the third lady has just returned to Beijing after all. How many eyes are you looking at. Your identity is also a little worse. If you want to break into the circle of the ladies in Beijing, you need to be extra careful. Yes."

[You are a concubine, you have no choice. 】

Weakness in identity would have encountered more challenges.

Others do not follow the trend, it is to stick to the original heart.

You don't know how to make new tricks, that's a soil bun.

"Besides, it's not just for the young lady yourself. If you learn well, not only the master, the madam, and even the grandmother who has taught you are also shining. Otherwise, I'm afraid the master will blame them for not taking good care of the young lady. "

Layers of pressure pile up on you.

You are not only for you, but also for your subordinates.

"Mister is right."

Faced with heavy pressure.

Ying Qianyun's face was still as soft as a quail.

Mother Qian didn't believe that she was the same.

Hmm... She really isn't.

Ying Qianyun followed Mother Qian's actions and picked up the tea cup again.

In fact, the two actions are not much different.

Only the position of the fingers is slightly different.

The new action is a bit more coquettish than the original action, and it is more suitable for young women.

It seems Ying Qianyun can do it in one step.

Mother Qian is not surprised, this action is not difficult at all.

The real killer was revealed slowly.

"In addition to using the new rituals to score the same, the third lady has to get used to being natural. Otherwise, subconsciously using the old moves, it will fall short. The alternation of the two manners makes people feel that you are forcibly arty."

"Please sir to teach me."

Two heavy objects suddenly appeared on Ying Qianyun's wrist.

Well, a double bracelet on each hand.

"Miss please hold the cup."

"When did you raise it?"

Not even one of the countdown incense.

"Hold it until the old man says it's okay."

Ying Qianyun also smiled.

The smile was meaningful, and there was also a bit of sarcasm in the smile.

The docile little white rabbit shows you a mocking expression, which is quite irritating.

It's just that Mother Qian's rank will not be shaken by this little detail.

"When I was studying etiquette, I didn't know the sky was high and the earth was thick at first, so I thought I had mastered it, so I stopped insisting. At that time, Ms. Zhan often… did the same actions as I did to convince me. The rule is how long she persists. How long you have to hold on."

"Miss San is sure? If you let the old man take the timing, you can take a break with one or two sticks of incense on the left and right. If you follow the old man's movements..."

Don't regret it.

The words were persuading, but Mother Qian had already picked up the cup.

Ying Qianyun picked up the tea cup and smiled sweetly.

So... don't regret it.