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Chapter 292 The Emperor's Strategy (12)

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When Yao Ji arrived at the Chongying Palace, she was crying inside.

The empress dowager stood behind the desk, so angry that she wanted to beat the table, but forced herself to endure it. She pointed to Xiao Shen, who was in the lower head, and said: I'm against you!Pull him over to me!Huang Hu'er, the chief supervisor of the Chongying Palace, slaps his hands aside. The empress dowager became more and more angry when she saw him not moving. Huang Hu'er, didn't hear what I said?!

The Empress Dowager calmed down, and the Empress Dowager calmed down... Huang Hu'er had to approach Xiao Shen carefully, while complaining in her heart.

You are now so angry that you are so cruel that you feel sorry for this little ancestor when you get angry. The unlucky ones are not the servants.

But he naturally couldn't say this. He walked to Xiao Shen's side with a smile on his face. Don't be upset, Your Highness, the Queen Mother is for your own good.

Xiao Shen cried so hard that his face was full of tears. His face was blushing and sobbing that he couldn't breathe. Seeing Huang Hu'er coming to hug him, he pushed him away and ran out: Don't hug him, go away!I want my brother, woo... my brother...

When he cried like this, the empress dowager became more angry and pointed at his hand and shivered: "Crime, you Crime!"

Yao Ji happened to walk in and saw this and said: What is the reason why the Empress Dowager is so angry? Erlang is still young, just teach him well.

Xiao Shenyi heard her voice and cried and ran over to hug her legs: Brother, I don’t want to be here anymore, Brother Woo... He sobbed and grabbed the hem of Yao Ji’s robe. Because it was spring, the cuffs of the single shirt were wide, and the long sleeves slid down, revealing a little child’s arm like a tender lotus root. There was a birthmark with rouge on his head that was eye-catching.

The Empress Dowager's face changed suddenly. She subconsciously wanted to snatch her from her body, but after reacting, she stopped it.

At this time, Yao Ji had already picked up Xiao Shen and wiped his tears with a handkerchief, saying that she didn't see it: OK... Erlang said he would go wherever he wanted.Finally, Xiao Shen stopped crying and wanted to put Xiao Shen down, but the little boy pulled her clothes. The queen mother, Yao Ji had to say warmly, Erlang is still a child, and he is also naughty, why bother to be angry? He coaxed Xiao Shen again, Erlang quickly apologized to the queen mother.

Xiao Shen twisted his body, buried his head in Yao Ji's arms and refused to come out. Princess Rongshou, who had been watching the lively for a long time, suddenly spoke: The saint said, the saint didn't know, it was not a big deal, it was the empress dowager who forced Erlang to do his homework. Erlang was only five years old and was spoiled. So, the mother and son started to have a fight.

Princess Rongshou still knew that she had instigated Xiao Yu to rebel, and her daily conversations were still refreshing and generous.

Although Yao Ji wanted to deal with her, she couldn't find an excuse for the moment, but she was just aware of her in secret. She smiled slightly when she heard this: The Empress Dowager has good intentions.

For some reason, after hearing this sentence, the Empress Dowager's face became more and more ugly. Princess Rongshou observed her words and expressions, and the smile in her eyes was very interesting.

Because Xiao Shen refused to stay in the Chongying Palace again, Yao Ji had to carry him out to play. The brothers and two of them spoke while walking. He was young and all the interesting and innocent childish words made Yao Ji laugh.

At that time, in the forbidden city, there were not only the emperors and his family in the sun. The Tai Chi Palace was the boundary, the front dynasty and the back harems were surrounded by the Dazheng Palace.

Xiao Shen was trying to see the horse, so Yao Ji had to ask someone to carry the chariot and go through the square in front of the Taizheng Palace to go to the place where the imperial guards performed martial arts.

The group passed by the Political Affairs Hall and met Jiang Yong and led his subordinates out.

Jiang Yong then danced and bowed to him. The imperial chariot walked past him. Yao Ji signaled the little yellow sects to stop and said warmly: Jiang Xiang doesn’t need to be polite, please get up.

When the imperial chariot was far away, the servants sighed: The saint is really very courteous to his husband.

Jiang Yong is only over fifty years old, younger than Zhang Jing'an, and has a good temperament. He smiled when he heard this: You treat him as a national soldier, why don't I embrace him as a national soldier?

The next day, he submitted a memorial to the court, asking the emperor to choose the harem after the wedding.

The emperor is fifteen years old. Although early marriage is not popular nowadays, the marriage of a king of a country represents different meanings from ordinary people.

A big marriage means adulthood, and then the court officials will naturally ask the emperor to take charge of the rule. As long as they don’t want to break up completely, the regent will have to agree.

Yao Ji naturally understood this truth and knew that Jiang Yong might have just become the prime minister and wanted to accomplish this big thing to show her ability. She inherited Jiang Yong's love.

But what happened to the last sentence of the wedding and the post-departure of the grand wedding?

She tried to tactfully express to the prime ministers that she did not want to accept the harem, but Zhang Jingan said: It is a blessing for the country to be a saint who is not good at women. It is just that the harem is related to the inheritance of the country, so please be cautious.

Yao Ji had no choice but to take out the excuse Xiao Yu had asked her: There was only Empress Zhang in the harem of Emperor Xiaozong of the previous dynasty...

The sage made a clear understanding, Jiang Yong interrupted her. Emperor Xiaozong and Empress Zhang had five sons and two daughters when they were in the secret residence. Now the sage has no descendants. How could he not only sprinkle sweet rain and spread branches and leaves for the royal family?Besides, he didn't say anything. The emperor's grandfather and father were all people with poor descendants. Only one queen was established. Who knows whether the emperor could give birth to a child?

Xiao Yu was on the side and rarely spoke. Yao Ji gave him several winks, as if he hadn't seen it.

She had to leave Xiao Yu and play alone. As soon as everyone left, Yao Ji hummed unhappily: Didn’t Uncle Qi have a very sharp verbal quarrel in the past?

Xiao Yu Shiran approached and smiled and wanted to catch her little hand, but the little emperor threw it away. Yaoyao, he was not annoyed, but changed his private names to the two. You have always been smart, but still can't understand Jiang Yong's intention?

Yao Ji was so angry that she knew what he said made sense. When he came to catch his hand again, he let him hold it and knead it in his palm.

There is no rule that foreign relatives are not allowed to participate in politics. Therefore, the court officials have always been very enthusiastic about sending their daughters into the palace, especially because of the aristocratic families.

Yao Ji's great-grandmother, great-grandmother, and grandmother were all daughters of aristocratic families. The previous dynasty started from Emperor Taizu to the last emperor. Except for the rare two or three in the middle, the empress was all from the aristocratic family, including Emperor Xiaozong's wife, Empress Zhang, who was Zhang Jing'an's ancestors.

The existence of these aristocratic empresses undoubtedly demonstrates the influence of the aristocratic family on the imperial power. In addition, the aristocratic family is constantly suppressed by Xiao Yu. In order not to be completely declining, they will inevitably try their best to influence the young emperor, such as finding a teacher from aristocratic family for the emperor, and then getting a bunch of concubines from aristocratic families for the emperor.

Regardless of the second-rate family, there are six first-class families alone. Xiao Yu smiled faintly. If the Zhang family daughter becomes the queen, what should the Jiang family daughter do?Even if the Jiang family does not have suitable girls, there are also the Qiu family and the Chen family...

Stop and stop, Yao Ji interrupted him with a headache, but I am like this... how can I bring in a bunch of concubines with unknown tendencies?Everyone was thinking about their own little plans. Yao Ji didn't expect them to know that their husband was a woman and could keep the secret and not tell them.

What about the queen's candidate? Xiao Yu changed his mind and Yaoyao had already considered it.

Well, she nodded, I belong to the little lady in the Duke of Qi's family.

The Duke of Qi was the confidant left by Ningzong for her. One of the few pure imperial parties in the court who neither favored aristocratic families nor regents.

The Duke of Qi is now in charge of the imperial guards. If he had not been loyal to him, Yao Ji would not have handed him such an important position.

The girls in their family can be completely trusted.

Yao Ji felt guilty just when she thought of the girl being trapped in the palace from now on.

Sometimes she feels that she is becoming more and more despicable. She knows that such sacrifices are unfair to others, but she still has to do it.

What is the difference between this behavior and the decision made by Li Zheng in his previous life?

Li Zheng is still for the public, but she is just to fulfill her promise to Ningzong.

If a child is not a fish, how can he know the joy of a fish? Xiao Yu smiled. For you, wealth and honor are a kind of bondage. For others, it may be something that can be exchanged for freedom of love.

What about you, Yao Ji couldn't help asking him, what is glory and wealth to you?

What is it... He raised his head and shone the blood of the setting sun through the cracks in the window, as if he saw distant memories, something that belonged to me.