The Boss Wears a Book To a Woman

Before, Li Hanying was worried that the regent Nanjun would take advantage of the little emperor's feelings to seek the Qiao family's fortune, but since Nanjun took the initiative to ask Ying to go out on behalf of the monarch, Li Hanying let go of most of his guard, after all, it was his own villainous heart.

Who would be willing to take their own life to take advantage of others? Unless the regent is sure of victory!

But the 500,000 army of the Eastern Kingdom was coming fiercely, and the regent only led 300,000 horses to go out. Even including the soldiers stationed there, it was less than 350,000. How could there be any certainty of victory!

From this point of view, I am afraid that Nanju treats his master with sincerity, and this little emperor of his own has a deep affection for him, which is worrying!

Qiao Yun sighed to himself: "It took so long to leave, if we come back, we shouldn't be going anywhere soon!"

"Nine thousand years old will surely return as soon as possible for the sake of the Holy One, but the Holy One should pay attention to the body, don't make Jiu Qiantui worry about it!"

Li Hanying knew that Qiao Yun had a special status, if Nan Jun was really for Qiao Yun, then she would never have been the Emperor's beloved.

Seeing Qiao Yun put down the memorial and obediently got up and turned into the inner hall, Li Hanying couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and blew out a few candles in front of him before turning around and going to guard outside the hall.

Since leaving Beijing at the age of 9,000, Li Hanying never dared to relax, for fear that the emperor would be in a bad mood, and those ignorant palace servants would serve him uncomfortably, which would offend the emperor again.

For several days, Sun Hui kept mentioning the draft in the court, and Qiao Yun was very upset, until Du Li sent a letter from his trustee.

Du Li asked his eldest sister to deliver a letter to Qiao Yun, saying that he was willing to enter the palace to relieve the emperor's worries. After all, he was the only man in the world who knew Qiao Yun's identity.

Qiao Yun tossed and turned on the bed holding the letter, not knowing whether to answer or not.

After all, this is the best solution right now.

But if he agrees, Du Li will be locked in the big cage of the harem in this life, and he will not be able to get out for life.

"Sister Yun, what should Yun'er do?"

Qiao Yun hugged the pillow and muttered to himself, without Nanjun, he just felt unable to move an inch.

If there are other things, he can learn from Nan Jun and respond vigorously, but the draft has been delayed for a year, and he really can't find an excuse anymore.

After all, it wasn't just the unpredictable Sun Hui who had been forcing him, but also Mrs. Du and General Mu.

When Qiao Yun was sad and depressed every day, the first letter from Nan Jun also arrived.

"Holy Majesty, a nine-thousand-year-old letter..."

Li Hanying was so excited that tears welled up while holding the letter that was still blown by the wind.

I just hope that the emperor will be more or less happy because of the face of this letter.

Qiao Yun, who was crouching at the table and critiquing the memorial, was stunned, his eyes fixed on the letter in Li Hanying's hand, and the pen in his hand suddenly fell, staining all the critiques red.

Qiao Yun got up in a panic, staggered and ran two steps forward, took the letter with trembling hands, tears welled up in her eyes again.

Li Hanying bowed and retreated quietly at some point, leaving only Qiao Yun's slight panting and the occasional crackling sound from the charcoal stove in the hall.

Nan Jun wrote this letter when she traveled to Jinyang, which would have exposed Qiao Yun's identity. Nan Jun deliberately scalded several layers with red candle oil, and handed it back to the secret guard of the Nan family.

The weather in Jinyang was so cold that people couldn't hold the pen. The handwriting on the letter was sometimes light and sometimes heavy, and the ink was of different shades. Qiao Yun couldn't help crying while holding the letter.

She said she was not around, let him take care of himself.

She said, he is the emperor of this spiritual kingdom, no one is as big as him, so don't be afraid of anything if you ask him.

She said, everything is fine, just miss him.

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Qiao Yun came to the table in a panic, wanting to write her a letter back, but just as she picked up the pen, she put it down again in frustration.

She has been traveling all the way and has no fixed place to live. Even if this letter is written, where should it be sent?

Carefully stroking the familiar handwriting on the letter, the teary little face suddenly smiled again.

It turned out that she also missed herself as much as she missed him.

This longing from afar made Qiao Yun happy for a long time, so that when he went to court again, the emperor who hadn't smiled for a long time finally softened his brows and eyes a lot.

Finally, after being persecuted by the officials for nearly two months, Qiao Yun finally agreed to take the opportunity of the flower feast in the palace to get in touch with the young masters first, and then decide who to enter the palace.

The news that the emperor was about to prepare for the draft soon spread throughout the entire Linguo. All the sons were full of anticipation, just waiting to be caught by the emperor, fly up to the branch, and become the master of the harem.

This news certainly did not escape Nan Jun's ears. When she heard about it from the hidden guard, Nan Jun was not surprised. As soon as she left, those old guys went to persecute her Yun'er , It's really a good idea.

Without this great Buddha of his own, those old **** would probably go crazy and put their own people in the palace.

Looking at the pen in his hand, Nan Jun couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

In the end, the ink was stained down, and only a few words were written - "Pretend to deal with it, and wait for me to return."

I only hope that Yun'er can handle it and wait for her to go back before making plans.

The weather was much warmer, and all the soldiers took off their heavy cotton coats, and walked a lot more briskly, and the distance from the border was getting closer and closer.

I don't know when this battle will end, but Nan Jun has already planned to end it quickly.

The flower viewing banquet, which was supposed to be held in early March, was finally set on the 26th of March after repeated pushback by Qiao Yun.

The weather is bright and the flowers are blooming.

Qiao Yun, who should have been extremely happy, was hiding in the Palace of Qianqing and worrying at this moment, staring at the few words Nan Jun sent with his chin in a daze.

"Aunt Li, what do you mean by sister Jun?"

Li Hanying lowered his eyes and said respectfully: "Nine thousand years old is always thinking about the Holy Majesty! According to this old slave, what nine thousand years old means is for you to choose a few at random to stop the mouths of those adults. As for the others Your Majesty can just keep them in the harem and make a decision when Nine Thousand Years comes back."

Li Hanying has now figured out the way to deal with the little emperor, but if he wants the little emperor to do something, as long as he moves out of nine thousand years, it will be more effective than anything else.

It's like saying that she has stood here and reminded her to go to the Imperial Garden no less than five times, but the little emperor turned a deaf ear to it as if she hadn't heard it.

And just after she moved Nine Thousand Years Out, the little emperor immediately got up and walked out, which was really helpless.

Qiao Yun narrowed his eyes and walked ahead, apparently in a good mood.

Li Hanying bowed and followed behind, her heart beating continuously.

I hope their majesty can choose a few stupid and honest ones. If the emperor's identity is exposed because of her talkativeness, then she can go directly below to apologize to the late emperor without waiting for Jiu Qiansui to come back.