Chapter 1112

The days have been chosen. What else can Yuner say?

Cloud son shyly lowered his head: "just let my sister and brother-in-law decide."

Rongsheng hehe smiled: "I'm going to marry you at last. Little Shifu and I are very pleased."

They also support each other and help the family who came along. Seeing that yun'er can get his own happiness, Rong Sheng is really happy for her from the bottom of his heart.

The only regret is that he doesn't know when it will be his turn.

The ritual Department has been busy these days, just to prepare for the marriage between yun'er and Mu Qing.

Ji Qingxue said she would marry yun'er fengguangguang. Nangong Yan ordered her to be princess Changping.

Anyway, she is also the Queen's righteous sister. It's nothing to be a princess.

Yun'er felt frightened. She was just a little servant girl from the prime minister's house. How could she be a royal relative?

Ji Qingxue reassured her that she deserved the title.

Little servant girl, it's a thing of the past. Now she's shopkeeper Yun, who is in charge of dozens of shops. She's well-known. The threshold for people who come to her to do business is almost broken.

People can make a cocoon and bind themselves. Of course, they can also turn into butterflies. Isn't cloud the best example?

She is now a beautiful butterfly.

Yun'er's eyes were red: "sister, why can yun'er?"

At first, she was just the most humble girl in the prime minister's house. It was elder sister who took her away from that place and gave her a new identity and a new beginning.

Now everything she uses is given by sister. She doesn't care if she can be a princess. It's good to stay with sister like this.

Ji Qingxue gently pressed her shoulder and said, "I know you don't care about these, but it's the intention of being a sister and brother-in-law. I said I hope you can get married. You can naturally afford these things."

Yun'er was about to cry. Ji Qingxue rubbed her face: "well, you should remember that you are now Princess Changping, but you are no longer the servant girl in the past."

Yun'er nodded heavily: "yes, yun'er will remember it firmly and will never humiliate sister."

Ji Qingxue said with a smile, "what a silly girl!"

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At a good time, Ji Qingxue took yun'er back to the prime minister's house.

Chi LAN is now the Prime Minister of great Yan, but nangongyan also pointed out another residence to him, so the Ji residence still remains the same.

Yun'er led her to the east yard. The white plum tree in the yard has lost its former prosperity, and the vitality of the coming year is being accumulated under the dead branches and rotten leaves.

"That day, I followed my adoptive father's wishes and buried his ashes under the tree." yun'er worshipped the tree three times. "My adoptive father, sister and I came back to see you today."

Ji Qingxue put the fruits under the tree: "Dad, if we come back today, we will tell Dad that our family yun'er will get married soon. Dad can rest assured that the person she married is MuQing. Ah Yan and I know the root and the bottom, and he will be a good husband."

Ji Qingxue said: "even if yun'er is married, we are not far apart. If Mu Qing dares to bully yun'er, I will beat him all over the face!"

Yun'er couldn't help shouting: "sister!"

It's embarrassing to say such a thing in front of your adoptive father.

Ji Qingxue skimmed his lips and then murmured, "Dad, see now. They all say that the water poured out by the married sister has not been married, so they began to help him speak."

Yun'er stamped his feet in shame: "sister knows to tease me. How can I help him!"

Ji Qingxue made faces at her: "well, no, no, it's my own brain over toning."

Yun'er pouted: "hum!"

The two men looked at each other and suddenly laughed.

The wind will stop and the rain will stop. As long as you are willing to pay and wait, you can harvest your own happiness.

Crape myrtle palace.

As soon as nangongyan came back to the palace, he was busy with a mountain of government affairs.

No wonder Nangong Qi always wants to quit. Even if he's tired, he has to listen to those old die hards. His head is getting bigger.

"The emperor's imperial dining room sent Qinglian eye-catching soup to clear away heat and relieve summer heat. Please use some first." Fu'an brought the soup up.

Nangong Yan put down the fold and sang a mouthful of Qinglian eye-catching soup. A trace of surprise flashed across his eyes: "did the cook in the imperial dining room make this soup?"

Fu'an was stunned, bent over and replied, "this was sent by the imperial dining room. I think they made it."

"No," Nangong Yan said firmly, "they can't make such a taste. Fu'an, go and find the person who cooked the soup."

"The slave obeyed."

Before long, Fu'an led Quan Qingqing in.

"Tell the emperor that the person you asked the slave to find has been found."

The emperor looked at the man standing in the hall and waved his big hand, "go down first."

Fuan bowed away.

Quan Qingqing saluted according to the rules, "see the emperor, long live the emperor."

Nangong Yan looked at her seriously and then said with a smile, "you did it. I knew that the gang in the Tang imperial dining room couldn't do it."

Quan Qingqing buried her head and said slowly, "it's hard for the emperor to remember the taste of this soup."

"How could I forget."

The nanny who took care of him in the past years killed herself by bumping into a pillar when Nangong Xuan was accountable because she mixed poison in his food.

Originally, everyone complained about nangongyan. After that, they felt that he was an ominous man.

Everyone regarded him as a disaster star and a god of plague and kept him at a distance.

Without the nurse's care, his body would be even weaker

It happened that Lord Quan's first wife was also ill. He found a miracle doctor to cure him.

Lord Quan wanted to take advantage of the situation and let him show Nangong Yan. Maybe he could have a way to cure his disease.

It's not suitable to enter the palace because it's a grass-roots people in the Jianghu. Lord Quan asked Nangong Xuan to let Nangong Yan stay in Quan's house for some time to facilitate the doctor's diagnosis and treatment.

"When I lived in your house, I was always under your care. I have never forgotten these things for a moment."

Quan Qingqing was two years older than him. When she was in the house, she often cooked this Qinglian Soup for Nangong Yan to drink.

After drinking for a long time, he naturally remembered the taste.

Just now he only tasted it and knew that the soup was made by Quan Qingqing.

"The emperor is serious. These are what slaves and maidservants should do. Moreover, over the years, they have been small things, which is not worth the emperor's memory for so long."

"Don't kneel. Get up and answer."

Quan Qingqing said, "thank you, Emperor."

Nangong Yan was puzzled: "when your father came to me, I still felt very strange. Why didn't you leave the money of the powerful family and come to be the female official of the house of internal affairs?"