"Your Majesty, the Ninth Princess has loved to go out to Xiuhe Palace to play since she recovered from her illness. This is not the first time she has been to the Spring and Autumn Garden."
Zhao Xingde said in a low voice, "The ninth princess's mother, Wan Guiren, knows chess. She is not in good health. Maybe that's why she teaches the princess chess skills."
When the emperor was very suspicious, after the political affairs were settled, Emperor Qingyuan could not help but doubt Shen Jiao again.
The timing of her appearance was really perfect!
However, after listening to Zhao Xingde's words, Emperor Qingyuan dispelled his doubts and felt a little proud, "Jiaojiao is indeed my bloodline."
"The Ninth Princess is talented and smart, and her chess skills are so superb at the age of seven. I think in the future the Emperor will often play chess with the Ninth Princess, and the Emperor will forget about me."
Hearing Emperor Qingyuan's praise for Shen Jiao, Zhao Xingde quickly picked up the conversation, making Emperor Qingyuan laugh out loud.
Emperor Qingyuan really wanted to see Shen Jiao.
But it was getting late now, so he could only regretfully go back to the palace to sleep. He was very busy in the next few days, and he didn't have time until the New Year's Eve banquet.
He originally thought that he would be able to see Shen Jiao at the New Year's Eve banquet, but he never thought that after looking around his princes and daughters, there was no sign of Shen Jiao at all.
Emperor Qingyuan felt a little angry, but he calmly asked the concubine beside him, "Where is the ninth princess?"
The imperial concubine was a little dazed for a moment, and after thinking for a while, she remembered the ninth princess who was raised in Xiuhe Palace, "Years ago, noble lady Wan reported illness to the ninth princess and didn't come."
The imperial concubine thought she had explained clearly, but she didn't expect the emperor to be even more angry.
What made him angry was that the power of the harem was in the hands of the imperial concubine, but the imperial concubine couldn't quickly think of Shen Jiao, and she didn't even say a word to him when she didn't see anyone at the banquet!
If it were the third prince born by the imperial concubine who came to the banquet, the imperial concubine would probably be able to chant it in his ears hundreds of times.
When you are an emperor, venting your anger and shirking responsibilities are essential skills.
At this time, Emperor Qingyuan had already blamed the imperial concubine for his neglect of Shen Jiao in the past few years. Although he did not show it, he made up his mind to distribute the palace power to the fourth concubine after the year, and no longer let the imperial concubine A single family.
Zhao Xingde had been following Emperor Qingyuan since he was a child and had a good grasp of his little thoughts. When the emperor raised his eyebrows, he glanced at the still-laughing imperial concubine with pity.
I knew that when the new year passed, this noble concubine would be in trouble.
Seeing that the emperor had finished dealing with the courtiers and walked out without taking anyone with him, he quickly followed and took the emperor to Xiuhe Palace.
The other side of Xiuhe Palace didn't know what happened at the New Year's Eve banquet, but Shen Jiao guessed that Emperor Qingyuan would definitely come to Xiuhe Palace if she didn't go, so she took Wan Guiren out.
"Mom, let's make a wish. Maybe it will come true next year."
Wan Gui had always doted on Shen Jiao, so there was no one who could disagree with this. After wrapping her up tightly, she handed her a red cloth strip, "Will mother help you write it, or will you write it yourself?"
"I want to write it myself."
Shen Jiao held the pen and wrote on a red cloth strip, and then was picked up by the strong grandma and hung on the red plum tree.
"The gods are above, and Shen Jiao is here. May the people of Wei be prosperous and prosperous."
Emperor Qingyuan, who was separated by a wall, felt an indescribable feeling in his heart when he heard this crisp voice.
His Xiao Jiu was forgotten by others, but he was silently blessing Da Wei. He was really... extremely kind!
"Secondly, I hope that my father, my mother, my mother, and everyone will be safe and healthy, and everything will go well."
"Three wishes...Three wishes that I can see my father again. I hope that when he is free, he can think of me more...I miss my father so much."
Emperor Qingyuan had not seen Shen Jiao since the last time he saw her. He was indeed busy, but he did not have no time. He just divided his time between the prince and the princes.
Now when he heard Shen Jiao's words, Emperor Qingyuan suddenly felt extremely pity and apology in his heart.
"I miss my father, why don't I come to see my father?"
Emperor Qingyuan walked into the palace gate and saw Shen Jiao and Wan Guiren standing under the red plum tree with two maids and a nun. The soft moonlight and reddish lights shone on the two of them, making Emperor Qingyuan feel warm in his heart. Very.
"I am here to see the Emperor."
After Wan Guiren was stunned, he quickly pulled Shen Jiao to salute Emperor Qingyuan.
Emperor Qingyuan shouted, and then he picked up Shen Jiao and said, "You didn't even go to the palace banquet. I thought you were sick again."
"I reported my illness to the imperial concubine earlier, and now I'm going to cause some trouble to the imperial concubine."
Wan Guiren explained quickly, fearing that Emperor Qingyuan would vent his anger on Shen Jiao.
However, Shen Jiao boldly hugged Emperor Qingyuan's neck and kissed his face, "Father, father, Jiaojiao misses you so much~ Are you free?"
Emperor Qingyuan had so many princes and daughters, but he had never been kissed by a child.
With Shen Jiao's move, the smile on Emperor Qingyuan's face became more and more obvious.
"No matter whether I am free or not, I always have time to see Jiaojiao."
Emperor Qingyuan's tone was very doting, "Next time if Jiaojiao misses her father, she will bring someone to find her. Father will definitely meet Jiaojiao."
"Father is so kind!"
Shen Jiao hugged Emperor Qingyuan and talked about her recent interesting stories, then pointed at the red cloth strip, "Father, look, this is written by me."
Emperor Qingyuan took a closer look and was attracted by the words that were obviously childish but showing his strength for the first time. He couldn't help praising Shen Jiao again, "My Jiaojiao is really amazing."
"It's just that Jiaojiao has too many wishes. If I can only keep one, what wish will Jiaojiao make?"
From the corner of his eye, Emperor Qingyuan saw Wan Guiren's prayer. It said that the country was peaceful and the people were safe, and he was in good health. It was meaningless.
He asked Shen Jiao deliberately, thinking that Shen Jiao would definitely leave a wish to 'see him more'.
A pseudo-child like Shen Jiao would not be so boring. She pretended to be innocent and blinked, "I want to leave my first wish."
Before Emperor Qingyuan could ask, Shen Jiao held up Emperor Qingyuan's face and said, "Father is so tired that he has lost weight. I thought that if the people of Wei Dynasty were prosperous, my father would be able to relax a little and have a good rest." , you can also come and see your son."
She said the last sentence very quietly, but Emperor Qingyuan heard it very clearly. He couldn't help laughing loudly, holding Shen Jiao in one hand and holding Wan Guiren in the other.
"Mr. Wangui, you are very good and have given me a wonderful daughter!"
Xiuhe Palace looked very warm for a while under Shen Jiao's deliberate teasing and Emperor Qingyuan's echo.
In the Xining Palace far away, Fu Youan looked at the brightly lit place in the distance, "At this time, the Ninth Princess should be watching the fireworks there, right?"
She came here every day in the past few days, but she didn’t come to see me today~
Must be very busy, right?
Fu Youan sighed, it seemed that he couldn't give out his New Year's gift today.
Not long after, he saw a beautiful figure walking into Xining Palace, and Fu Youan couldn't help but frown.
"I have met you, young master. This is a new year's gift from our princess to you."
The maid Xiuya saluted Fu Youan and handed the basket in her hand to the attendant standing next to her.
There was a hint of joy visible in Fu Youan's eyebrows, and he handed the painting on the table to the maid, "Is it the Ninth Princess? This is also my annual gift to the Ninth Princess. I hope the girl will deliver it."
"Don't worry, sir."
Xiuya took the painting with a smile and left quietly.
After she left, Fu Youan looked at the pens, inks, paper and inkstones in the basket and the half basket of charcoal in a good mood, and an uncontrollable desire grew in his heart.