Chapter 965

With the broadening of her horizons, Jiang Chan became more and more bored with the intrigues in the mall. She thought about it. After graduation, she would buy a piece of land, raise several big dogs there, plant her favorite traditional Chinese medicine, make medicine occasionally, and sit and watch Yunjuan Yunshu.

Thinking about these, Jiang Chan fell asleep

On the sixth day of the lunar new year, Jiang Chan returned to her small home in the urban area. She wants to arrange the house well. As for the jadeite she got from gambling stone and the two curios she picked up, they were all sent to the Bogu shelf at home.

Now Jiang Chan has mastered French, English, German and Spanish. There are many books on the shelves in her study, most of which are the original books in these languages.

In addition, there are many kinds of books about fashion design, medical books, information books and so on.

In one corner of the study, Jiang Chan set up a workbench with various colors of cloth, tape measure, scissors, needle and thread, sewing machine and so on. She went all over the cloth market to find the cloth herself, and it cost more than 100000 to buy it all.

The speed of spending money is like running water. Jiang Chan doesn't blink. Only when she can spend can she earn money.

Before school, Gu chuanchen finally got the driver's license he promised to help Jiang Chan. After looking at the driver's license, Jiang Chan threw it in her backpack. At present, she has not considered buying a car. She will go to study in other places in another six months. She can't use it if she buys it, but it's more convenient to have a driver's license.

At the beginning of school, Jiang Chan sat back in the classroom and became a senior three student. At the beginning of the new semester, the learning atmosphere in the class became more tense, and the countdown on the blackboard decreased day by day.

Jiang Chan is still step-by-step. Usually when the teacher gives lectures, she does her own things below. She arranges the knowledge points for everyone in the evening self-study. She lives a leisurely life.

As for Mo Mo, who has always been inseparable, he still follows Jiang Chan to and from class. The existence of ink can't hide from others. At least the teachers in the class know that considering that ink really won't affect classroom discipline, teachers just turn a blind eye and don't say anything about the existence of ink.

After a long time of plain life, Jiang Chan inevitably misses the magnificent life in other worlds. Look at the physics papers in her hand. All the answers have been answered. There is an hour before the end of the exam. Jiang Chan simply goes to find a task world to relax.

After a selection in the task hall, Jiang Chan crushed the soul light ball

"Madam, your majesty has died. You must hold on." an old woman's voice sounded, and her tone was full of worry.

Jiang Chan did not open her eyes and quickly analyzed the scene in front of her. I think she came back to the time when Emperor Zhao Xian had just died. The queen fainted because she was too sad.

As for the one holding her hand, it is the sun family, the mother of the original Lord and the wife of an Guogong.

I think there are a lot of things waiting for me to deal with. I really can't justify lying here. Jiang Chan's eyelashes moved and slowly opened her eyes.

"Come on, change your clothes." Jiang Chan said a few words in a hoarse voice, and frowned unadaptedly. Lord, how long have you been crying? She felt a little pain in her eyes.

The palace maids came forward to change Jiang Chan's clothes with low eyebrows. Sun sat and looked at her. How did she think something was wrong when her daughter woke up?

She turned to think that her daughter was too sad because of the emperor's death, so she didn't say much.

"Go to the front hall." Jiang Chan stood up and looked at the young girl in the mirror. She was surprised that the original owner was young. She looked as if she was only sixteen or seven years old.

Also, the original owner hurried into the palace. If her sister Ye Yunwei didn't have dystocia and left only a little prince, entering the palace wouldn't fall on her head.

She should have been at home to be married under the protection of her family. She would never enter the palace again and become a member of the harem.

Palace, Jiang Chan frowns. She has never experienced such a world. At the thought of fighting with those old foxes, Jiang Chan's blood suddenly boils.

Following the memory of the original owner, Jiang Chan went to the front hall, where the ministers knelt on the ground, and several of the emperor's concubines were crying, listening to the sad.

Jiang Chan walked forward slowly with a haggard face: "the emperor has died. What should we do? Just follow the ritual system. The ritual department takes more thought in this regard."

"I'd like to follow your mother's instructions." an official of the Ministry of rites responded loudly and looked at several concubines staying by the Dragon bed: "I don't know if they were buried..."

Upon hearing the word "martyrdom", the bodies of those concubines were shocked, especially those without children.

Jiang Chan's hair is going to stand up. What a cruel act to be buried? But it seems that there is no objection from the minister. I think there has been a precedent before.

"The burial of living people is too cruel. The former Emperor has always implemented benevolent policies, and presumably he doesn't want to see such a tragic thing." seeing that someone wants to object, Jiang Chan took the lead in moving the former Emperor out.

"People burn pottery figurines according to the system and bury them in the imperial mausoleum with your Majesty's body." after thinking about it, Jiang Chan put forward this proposal. The ministers turned their lips. This system had existed before, so they no longer said anything.

Hearing that there was no need to be buried, the concubines were relieved and looked at Jiang Chan with grateful eyes. If the young empress dowager agreed to be buried alive, almost all of them without children would die.

If her sister had been here, perhaps she would have promised to bury the living. He was kind on the face, but in fact, his means were cruel and tight.

It took half a month to deal with the national funeral. The first emperor Zhao Xian had only one son, Zhao Yi. Now he is less than six months old. He is still a baby in swaddling clothes.

He has two daughters. The older Zhao runbing is 13 years old and the younger Zhao Runqing is only six years old. Jiang Chan has also seen them these days. The two princesses look like frightened birds. They are not atmospheric at all.

Obviously, they were raised by their mother's concubine. Of course, it has something to do with Zhao Xian's indifference. In the memory of the original owner, she met Zhao Xian very few times. The emperor threw himself into government affairs all day and focused on nothing. He rarely used to go to the concubines in the harem.

As for the first queen, that is, the original owner's sister, there are many means. Just seeing that there is only one prince in the palace for so many years, you can know her wrist.

It can be said that the harem is the sole power of her family. If she had not had dystocia, she would be the Empress Dowager.

Today is after the national funeral