Qiao Yun only hoped that there would be a child named Qiao. Regardless of male or female, he only hoped that the Qiao family would have successors after a hundred years.
Nan Jun chuckled lightly: "Mother has many daughters at her knees, and her granddaughters are already more than a dozen. Can we still control our children's surnames?"
Afraid that Qiao Yun would be worried, Nan Jun said again: "Just don't worry, I will go and talk to the Queen Mother about the child in the future, and your wish will be fulfilled. It's just... if we want to leave a queen for the Qiao family earlier, we should Don't you have to work harder?"
Saying that, Nan Jun suddenly turned over and pressed on Qiao Yun, when the man was blushing, leaned over to hold his lips, and rubbed them, unable to restrain himself.
"Yun'er, I don't care about anything in this world except you."
I don't care about the throne, I don't care about the child's surname, I don't care about others' opinions, I only care about you!
Qiao Yun's eyes became hot, and he raised his hand to climb onto Nan Jun's neck, a rare initiative.
With the evidence provided by the queen in his hands, Nan Jun soon found out who poisoned her in the first place.
Nan Jun took out a note from his study, which said that someone had evidence that the Queen had murdered Du Guijun, and asked her to meet at the Changxiang Pavilion on the Nanshan Mountain outside the city, and no one was allowed to be brought with her.
It was precisely because Nan Jun was full of hatred at that time that someone took advantage of his loopholes and ended up being poisoned and falling off the cliff.
The murderer originally wanted to frame the crown daughter after killing Nanjun, so that he could kill two birds with one stone.
However, the empress dowager was so fateful, she was locked up in the mansion for offending the emperor for a few days, and no one was allowed to see her, so it was a blessing in disguise to avoid becoming someone else's scapegoat.
Nanjun's "death" became a case of injustice without a head. The emperor has been investigating thoroughly in secret, but he returned without success.
Until Nan Juan returned safely, those people at first did not dare to act rashly because they were afraid of scaring the snake, and later they were afraid of being identified by Nan Jun, so they sent people to the Eighth Prince's Mansion many times to inquire about the news. In the hands of Nan Jun.
Nan Jun followed the clues of the poisoner, and finally found her good sisters.
Nan Jun was not angry at all. From ancient times to the present, there have been too many cases of sisters fighting each other for the sake of the throne. The most sad thing is not the other people, but the person sitting in the high position.
What is a lonely family, but that's all.
When Nan Jun put the criminal evidence in the imperial study room, the emperor was furious and immediately sent someone to imprison the four and five queens.
It was Nan Jun who couldn't bear to watch the emperor kill his daughter and knelt down to beg for mercy, which saved a bloodbath.
But it didn't prevent the old things from happening again, the emperor directly drove the party of the four princes to the fief, and they were not allowed to return to Beijing for life.
The shrewd third princess knew that her situation was over, so she didn't dare to win over the courtiers secretly, she just imitated Nan Jun to be an idle princess, arguing with her husband when she had nothing to do, she felt at ease.
All of a sudden, the crown prince was in the limelight and became the only heir to the throne.
Rumor has it that the Eighth Prince's daughter only loves beauties and dislikes the world. She loves the prince forever and envies others.
The two had three daughters and one son in one lifetime. The eldest daughter inherited the hereditary mother, and was born with great dignity; the second daughter took over the Qiao family and held a heavy army; Three points should be respected.
The only son is spoiled by his mother and father, and he is spoiled by three powerful older sisters. Even if he is ignorant and incompetent, he is also the husband that everyone in Beijing wants. With such a beautiful appearance, he doesn't pay attention to those dandies at all.
The consummation of this life foretells that Nan Jun will leave soon, and seeing Mengxian's slap-sized face full of guilt, Nan Jun couldn't help feeling a little angry.
"Well, you little fairy, didn't you say that I would give him Consummation? And why did you destroy my memory and make me almost miss him?"
Mengxian froze, and the tips of her ears couldn't help but feel hot.
It's all the fault of that Moon Immortal who insisted that he was too enthusiastic towards His Majesty, that he ate a vat of jealousy for no reason, and made him... unable to get out of bed for several days, causing him to miss the meeting with His Majesty and not having time to send him off. She takes a ride.
How dare he say this now to the woman in front of him, when she returns to the throne in the future, he will not be ashamed to death.
"I... I was sick a few days ago, and this was the delay."
Mengxian twisted her fingers and lied, Nan Jun paused, she didn't know that gods would also get sick, but she couldn't get angry if they said so.
"I'll send you there right now, and I will never make that mistake again."
"Then take care of yourself, too."
Nan Jun cupped his fists at Mengxian, although his expression was not pretty, he finally calmed down.
A white mist drifted past, and Nan Jun appeared at the gate of a ruined temple.
Looking at himself up and down, the ragged clothes were more torn than imagined, and the sour smell that choked his nose when he moved made Nan Jun couldn't help retching.
All right!
Although he was very reluctant, Nan Jun was now a beggar!
In this life, Qiao Yun was stubborn and simple, and was used by the ambitious Nan Jun, who destroyed Qiao's family and died in a fire.
Nan Jun sighed secretly, no matter what, she would never put him in danger again.
A gust of night wind blows, the leaves rustle, and the insects in the grass are extremely loud, adding a bit of emotion to this silent night.
A black shadow landed like a bird in the bushes not far from the ruined temple. After a few strange birdsong, the black shadow disappeared into the night with a single ups and downs, leaving only the unconscious man who was thrown down on the ground people.
Before Nan Jun could react, several drunken women rushed out from the dark place, heading straight for the unconscious Bai Ying'er.
Nan Jun frowned slightly, as if he couldn't remember what was going on.
Just as he was about to turn around and leave, the white shadow let out a cry, followed by a hoarse voice filled with fear.
"You... who are you? Why am I here? What are you going to do?"
It was an extremely delicate male voice, but it sounded like a thunderbolt to Nan Jun's ears.
Even though he seemed to be younger in this life, the somewhat familiar dull Nan Ju could not be mistaken.
"Yun'er?"
Nan Jun got up in a hurry, not caring about revealing his identity.
"Hehe...what are you doing? Young Master, I think it's a dark and windy night, and it's in the wilderness. What are we sisters going to do to you? Huh?"
A woman raised the little man's chin half-seriously and half-sarcastically, and asked with a malicious smile.
"No! You can't touch me, I... my mother will kill you."
There were two lines of tears on the little man's pale face, but he still uttered a complete sentence with a sullen face.
"Your mother? Haha...Little beauty, even if your mother is the current emperor, it won't help. Do you think we sisters can let you leave alive after enjoying it?"