Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 5039 It's Impossible to Suffer

On the carriage, Yang Ruoqing frowned slightly.

"Duke Ning also has a nephew Ning Shanwen?"

Yang Ruoqing felt a little strange, why didn't she know that Ning Guogong had a nephew?

"Yes, ma'am, the Ning family has branches in the south of the Yangtze River. Ning Guogong himself has no sons, but he had a few concubine brothers who went to the south of the Yangtze River to do business and established a foundation. Therefore, the number of his nephews Quite a few, Madam didn't care about those, so it's normal if she doesn't know." Hongxiu explained.

Yang Ruoqing suddenly realized that she really did not regard Ning Guogong as the main enemy, but regarded him as a clown-like figure.

After all, no matter how high Duke Ning's title is and how prominent his ancestors are, that is the power of the past. Today, Duke Ning has almost lost most of his influence in the army, and he did not go all out when Qi Xingyun was in power. Although there was nothing wrong with the escort, a fence-riding faction, he lost his influence in the court after all.

I'm so busy going around, I don't have time to pay attention to Ningguo Gong Ningyuan, and the relatives of the three aunts and six wives.

"Shouldn't this Ning Shanwen be in the south of the Yangtze River? Why did he come to the capital again?" Yang Ruoqing put down the car curtain, looked at Hongxiu and said.

"Ma'am, Ning Shanwen was adopted by Duke Ning Ningyuan to inherit his incense and title. According to the law of this dynasty, such an adoption is feasible. After all, Ning Shanwen is also a serious bloodline of the Ning family." Hongxiu said.

Yang Ruoqing smiled slightly: "Before you went to ask if this Ning Shanwen had thoughts about Shen Biyu and threatened her by closing Zhuang Yulou."

"Madam guessed right, that's it. Ning Shanwen's excuse is that Zhuang Yulou has prohibited books, so Zhuang Yulou is banned to punish the landlord. The common people are watching." Hongxiu said in surprise.

"Emperor Qi issued an order to rectify the books, but Ning Shanwen is nothing, he is just holding a chicken feather as an arrow, taking the opportunity to satisfy his personal desires." Yang Ruoqing said slowly.

If someone else did such a thing, Yang Ruoqing would not necessarily take care of it herself, at most she would hand in a note, after all there were too many injustices and her ability was limited, so it would be good to take care of her little family, how could everything go well.

But now Ning Shanwen is doing things. This person is Ning Guogong's nephew, and adopting him as the heir is equivalent to being the new heir. Does this make him happy?
"Hongxiu, take my jade pendant to look for Shen Biyu, take her to my mansion for shelter, and deal with her affairs when I come back from the face saint." Yang Ruoqing took off a fish-shaped jade pendant from her waist, engraved with a Qing The word represents herself.

"It's ma'am, I'm leaving now."

After taking the jade pendant, Hongxiu jumped off the carriage and joined the crowd.

Ning Feng, who was riding a horse in front, was already leading the hidden guards to drive away the crowd of spectators. They had already blocked the road, so what if they didn't drive them away?

After driving away for a long time, the people watching the excitement were driven out of a way.

As for driving them all away, that's impossible. The hidden guards have rules, and they are not allowed to use knives on the people casually. This is an iron law, and Ning Feng dare not violate it.

At the same time, the nature of watching the excitement permeates human civilization. Don’t you see that when Caishikou beheaded, a bunch of people stretched their necks, watching the excitement like a group of ducks.

"A bunch of troublemakers." Ning Feng muttered with a dark face.

He found that when he was waving his scabbard to drive away the crowd earlier, several rotten eggs and stinky tofu were thrown on the horse's legs. The smell made people cry.

Ning Feng has nothing to do, who can he turn to?I can't find anyone at all, so I can only let it go, but I feel very unhappy.

……

In the upper study of the palace.

Qi Xingyun was wearing casual clothes, his hair was casually tied up in a bun, he was holding a thin piece of paper with his slender fingers, smelling the faint fragrance of ink on it, a smile curled up on his lips: "Newspaper, It's really thanks to her that she figured it out, but this newspaper is quite beautifully printed, how can she recover the cost if she only sells it for two cents? Could it be that she has become a saint in a loss-making business?"

As he said that, he laughed to himself.

Will Yang Ruoqing become a saint?It's impossible.

Sometimes when a woman gets petty, it's not profitable, it's impossible to suffer, and it's impossible in this life.

Putting down the newspaper in his hand, Qi Xingyun's eyes were deep, and he said calmly: "What is Qing'er thinking? She also wants to sell tickets to make money. This is something I taboo."

The imperial guards are his bottom line, he will not allow anyone to have more influence in the army than himself, not even Yang Ruoqing.

Others are not clear, but he is very clear.

Luo Fengtang is qualified to participate in the battle for the throne if he has a bloodline. He is the son of King Wu, and he has the blood of Qi's most noble royal family in Daqi. If King Wu shows up, he will have unparalleled influence in the court...

However, because of this, he believed that Luo Fengtang had no ambitions and did not want to stain the throne.

If everyone who is qualified to sit on the dragon chair, he has to be wary, he is simply too busy.

However, he still wanted to hear Yang Ruoqing's explanation.

"Your Majesty, Mrs. Yang has arrived and is waiting to be summoned in the Imperial Garden." Eunuch Wang Yun saluted Qi Xingyun with his whisk in hand.

"Let her come to the study..."

Just as Eunuch Wang Yun turned around to deliver a message, Qi Xingyun suddenly stood up and said, "Forget it, I'm going to see her, and I just happened to go for a walk in the Royal Garden."

He had been reviewing the memorials all the time, and he felt his legs and feet were a little sore, so he just took advantage of this time to go for a walk in the Imperial Garden to relax his body.

Yang Ruoqing was standing in the imperial garden, where all kinds of exotic flowers competed in splendor and fragrance, and there were also small bridges and flowing water, and strange rocks.

Of course, this garden was not built by Qi Xingyun, but by the old Qi Huang two terms ago. He was an emperor who liked to play, and he spent all kinds of money to build gardens. In the hands of the previous Qi Huang, the treasury has already bottomed out. It can be said that that kind of behavior was also an important reason why Da Qi almost collapsed.

At this moment, after she found the rock, Qi Xingyun turned around, and Qi Xingyun appeared in front of her with his hands behind his back.

When Yang Ruoqing saw Qi Xingyun for the first time, she felt that something was wrong. There seemed to be something wrong with his complexion, but at the same time, there seemed to be nothing wrong. If you look carefully, you can't see any clues.

"What? Could it be that I have money on my face?" Qi Xingyun touched his face and asked.

"Greetings, Your Majesty." At this moment, Yang Ruoqing withdrew her gaze, saluted to herself, and did not answer Qi Xingyun's words.

"Exemption..." Qi Xingyun breathed a sigh of relief, but turned his gaze to the distant flowers.

"Your Majesty, have you been eating as usual recently?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

(End of this chapter)