In late autumn, the withered and yellow leaves are falling off one after another, and the red brick and blue tile palace is inevitably bleak.
Lin Shuqian changed into thick clothes, holding a cup of hot tea, looking at Murong Yanliang, who was also wrapped like a ball, writing solemnly at the table.
Now liang'er is nearly five years old, and she has already opened her mind ahead of time.
Originally, murongjie wanted Hao Bowen to enlighten liang'er, but Jia Xinxin said that Hao taught liang'er too much talent, and instead recommended Xu Wenliang.
Murongjie was not too interested in liang'er, so he followed Jia Xinxin's idea.
This is actually the idea behind Lin Shuqian. Hao Bowen is murongjie's confidant, and liang'er needs his own people.
The Jia family didn't know much about the literati, so they only chose one of their relatives to practice martial arts, so they chose Xu Wenliang from Lin Shuqian.
Now liang'er is still young. He can't hold the pen steadily. His handwriting is crooked, but his expression is very serious.
Lin Shu shallow slanted body, close to Jia Xinxin, low voice way, "accompany read can pick good?"
Jia Xinxin said with a smile, "it's chosen. It's the youngest son of the twelve kings."
Murongnian, the twelfth prince, had no sense of existence in the court, but he was keen on the way of merchants and secretly bought many industries. Now half of the banks in Dayi are in his name.
To draw Murong Nian to liang'er's camp is to lay a good economic foundation for the future.
Lin Shuqian was very satisfied.
She asked in a low voice, "has your majesty been in court lately?"
Jia Xinxin shook his head, "just ten days ago, I was drunk. It was cold, so I didn't go out again."
Lin Shuqian didn't speak, but moved his eyes to liang'er.
"How is your majesty?"
"Before the head disease is good, now it's no big problem, just..."
Jia Xinxin recalled that Huang Zhangyuan had gone out of his way to find her before, saying that his Majesty was so uncontrollable that he was afraid that something might go wrong in the future.
Huang Zhangyuan means to let Jia Xinxin persuade murongjie, but Jia Xinxin has other ideas in mind.
She also looked at liang'er and said in a low voice, "what the mother said is reasonable. Now your majesty is in good health, but we have to take precautions."
Although liang'er is the crown prince, it doesn't mean that other princes don't have the mind they shouldn't have.
What they have to do now is to lay a solid foundation for liang'er. Even if Murong Jie goes one day, they have to ensure that liang'er can sit on the throne smoothly.
Jia Xinxin doesn't care about murongjie any more. She just wants murongjie to die as soon as she sets up the game.
Lin Shuqian's face is still smiling, but his heart is a sneer.
Murongjie is still in the mood to drink and have fun. I'm afraid that his backyard is about to catch fire.
"Empress, I heard that Qi Tongling's injury is almost healed, isn't it?"
Jia Xinxin was a little reluctant, "mother, now the commander of the guard is Xiangrong."
"Oh, I forgot." Lin Shuqian some embarrassed smile way, "before said the habit just, now Qi Mingxuan how?"
"It's said that he's almost healed. He should inherit his father's position."
Finish saying Jia Xinxin some strange, Lin Shu shallow good Duanduan how to pay attention to Qi Mingxuan?
Lin Shuqian's expression is very calm, she sighed, but suddenly a sly smile.
"To tell you the truth, the king and his son are loyal to your majesty, but what your majesty has done to the Qi family is not authentic."