This martial artist just wants to be an official

Chapter 380 Change of residence!

Qiyun Palace.

Changle is learning embroidery under the guidance of the palace maid.

She looked seriously and sat quietly on the chair. On the embroidery in front of her, a little poem jumped out:

Red beans grow in southern countries,
When spring comes, send out a few branches.

I hope you can take more with me,
This thing is the most Acacia.

If Lu Yuanzhi were here, he would definitely be able to tell at a glance that this poem was a private poem that he included in the letter he wrote when he was on a business trip.

"The princess is so talented."

The palace maid looked at Changle embroidery seriously, and she could not erase the surprise in her eyes.

In the impression of these palace ladies, Princess Changle has been pampered since she was a child, and she is even more favored by the emperor. Ever since the Qiyun Palace was granted to Princess Changle, it has never been short of food and drink.

Quietly waiting for the door in front of his hall to open.

There was a smile in her eyes, and she put aside the red wine in her hand.

Not only was the palace maid at a loss, but all the slaves in the Qiyun Palace began to discuss it in private.

"Haha, no courtesy!"

But with such a temper, for some reason these days, she actually started to become a female celebrity.

"I wonder why my father came to Qiyun Palace?"

After all, Princess Changle is His Majesty's favorite little princess, and he often comes to Qiyun Palace.

"Changle is not young anymore."

"Haha, little Changle is starting to care about the people."

"My father left the country's affairs alone and came to my daughter. Isn't my daughter feeling frightened?"

Changle was also wearing pink palace clothes today. The tiara on her head was like a shining star, and there was a golden earring hanging in her ear, which highlighted the cuteness and ignorance of the little princess.

The moment he saw Jianhong, the smile on Changle's face became sweeter.

She knew that her father was busy with official duties on weekdays. He had already visited once at the beginning of this month, and this time he suddenly came again...

After a while, there was a "squeak".

Jianhong felt the strength on his shoulders and closed his eyes comfortably.

"His Majesty is here!"

After hearing Jianhong's words, Changle gave Jianhong's massaging hand a gentle pause.

A flash of astonishment flashed in her eyes, and then her face changed slightly, but she was not in a hurry, but pursed her lips gently:

However, they were not too surprised.

Jianhong chuckled, came to the room, found a chair and sat down.

Upon hearing this voice, everyone's expressions changed and they knelt down directly on the ground.

Changle's tone was filled with doubts.

A sharp voice rang at the door of Qiyun Palace.

Watching Jianhong sit down, Changle naturally came behind Jianhong and gently pressed his shoulders:

I have to come at least once a month.

And from time to time, some rare treasures and tributes from various places will be rewarded. Under such circumstances, although the little princess's temperament is not domineering, it is also very stressful for those who are slaves.

He came to Jianhong and bowed Yingying.

He really liked Changle's massage skills.

There must be something he needs to tell him.

Although Chang Le is a little indifferent to her servants, she is not the kind of girl who doesn't know the ways of the world.

However, they didn't say anything bad about the princess, they just discussed how the princess seemed to be a different person these days.

The hall door opened, revealing Emperor Jianhong with a gentle smile.

Jianhong nodded with a smile. He opened his eyes again, his gaze stayed on Chang Le's face for a while, and he sighed softly:
"Yes, Changle will be sixteen years old after the Chinese New Year, and it's time to get married."

Just when the palace maid looked at Changle in disbelief.

Princess Changle smiled shyly.

"It's okay, so I can't come and see you?"

After Changle heard the sharp voice, he raised his head with a smile on his face.

All the slaves knelt on the ground respectfully.

The more people I came into contact with in the palace, the more I learned some things.

Jianhong looked at Chang Le with an extremely doting smile.

"Chang Le has met Father."

"Chang Le doesn't quite understand what father means."

Jianhong chuckled and raised his eyebrows slightly:

"Changle, I have found a good marriage for you."

Changle's eyes were dazed at first, then became gloomy, and then suddenly became firm. However, he did not say anything immediately, but looked at Jianhong quietly, waiting for his voice to continue.

"I also know that you have a straightforward temper. If you have any dissatisfaction, just say it."

Jianhong felt that the strength on his shoulders became heavier, and he could guess that Chang Le's thoughts might also become heavier.

"Father, my daughter does not want to get married."

There was a hint of trance in Changle's beautiful eyes.

Someone's promise came from the memory in her mind:

"Wait for me. When the emperor gives me a title, I will come and marry you!"

She also agreed to him.

Therefore, she will not let him down.

"Huh? When you get old, getting married is a natural thing. Why do you think so?"

Jianhong's heart sank slightly, and a gloomy look appeared on his face.

He is not a fool. He has also been around Changle's age. Naturally, he also knows that whether it is a girl's family or a boy's family at this age, they are all at an age where youth is throbbing.

It's hard to say that Chang Le had already set his sights on a certain boy at this time.

"My daughter wants to stay with her father and fulfill her filial piety."

Hearing Jianhong's somewhat gloomy voice, Changle gritted his teeth gently and answered.

Hearing Chang Le's words, Jianhong's voice contained a trace of sullenness, and his cold eyes looked towards the kneeling palace maid on the other side:
"Tell me, Changle has been hiding something from me recently."

"Boom!"

Hearing these obviously angry words, one by one of those slaves, their legs went weak and they knelt on the ground.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

A palace maid was about to open her mouth in silence, but was interrupted by Jianhong:

"Tell the truth, if not, just wait until your head falls to the ground!"

Hear his words.

So the palace maid's voice became even more trembling:
"Your Majesty...Princess Changle has been recently..."

Changle answered first:
"Father, why are you embarrassing them? It's my daughter's own business. Let her answer it."

The expression on Jianhong's face paused slightly, and then he looked at Changle expressionlessly. He stood up and looked directly at Changle's face:
"Talk about it."

Chang Le gritted his teeth, not daring to look at Jianhong, and looked straight at the ground:

"Father, my daughter already has a heart."

Hearing this, Jianhong's eyes flashed with danger.

really.

It's pretty much what she thought. This girl already has her own ideas.

"Humph!!"

Jianhong snorted coldly, without any emotion in his voice:

"Princess Changle has been out of the palace?"

With one sentence, all the slaves were so frightened that they all trembled and knelt on the ground, not daring to say a word.

In fact, as the emperor's son, she cannot leave the palace at will without the emperor's order.

But if you sneak out behind your back, you'll be fine as long as you're not discovered.

Even if he is discovered, it is just a lesson and nothing will happen.

However, if His Majesty makes a fuss about this matter, none of the maids and eunuchs in the Qiyun Palace will be able to escape. Beheading is a trivial matter.

I might as well involve my family.

"It was my daughter who insisted on going out. It had nothing to do with them. They didn't dare to disobey her order." Chang Le knelt down directly in front of Jianhong.

Jianhong looked at Chang Le who was kneeling down, his heart growing colder.

"Changle, do you know that as a member of the royal family, you cannot make the decision on your marriage?"

The smile on Jianhong's face had disappeared at this time, and he looked lightly at Chang Le who was kneeling on the ground.

Chang Le naturally knew, but she was unwilling to answer the question. She bit her lip and kowtowed in front of Jianhong.

There is a "pop" sound between the head and the ground.

Hearing this sound, Jianhong couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

After all, she is his favorite daughter, how could he not feel sorry for her.

But there is no room for discussion on this matter.

"Do you think that as an emperor, I can do whatever I want? I can marry whoever I want you to marry?? As I sit in this position, not a day goes by without fear!"

Jianhong sighed softly and patiently explained to Changle.

Changle didn't refute, just lowered his head:
"My daughter knows."

"Since you know, then you should listen to me and I will find a good husband for you."

When Jianhong saw Chang Le's ashen face, even though he felt a little nervous, he couldn't help but said cruelly:
"After you get married, I will protect you from any grievances."

Changle's eyes became dull and his vision gradually blurred.

She didn't answer, just knelt on the ground blankly.

"My daughter... will not marry."

Suddenly, Chang Le suddenly raised his head, tears slowly appeared in his eyes, but the stubbornness in his eyes was so obvious.

Seeing her expression, Jianhong became more and more cruel:
"You have to get married even if you don't want to get married! That Bo Luyuanzhi of Qinghe County is the one that many girls' families outside dream of marrying?! You don't want to marry?! The youngest third-rank man in Dayong, not to mention Dayong, even in the entire history, have you ever seen him? Who breaks through to the third level of martial arts at the age of nineteen?"

"You are so talented, why don't you marry?!"

As he talked, Jianhong already seemed to hate the iron.

Just after the three words Lu Yuanzhi sounded in his mouth.

Changle's eyes were stunned for a moment, then suddenly widened, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Who is Father talking about?"

She looked at Jianhong blankly.

When Emperor Jianhong was about to speak, he was naturally willing to continue:
"Pei Yinlang's Yunpei has been granted the title of County Marquis and Qinghe Marquis by me. He is just nineteen years old this year and is already a third-grade warrior. The entire Dayong is only a third-grade Ji Xuan. You can imagine his talent. How high is it? It’s impossible to reach the second level in your lifetime! What are you laughing at?

As Jianhong spoke, the expression on his face turned into one of astonishment.

He didn't expect that while he was speaking, Changle sat there and started to giggle.

Changle quickly stopped the smile on his face:
"Nowhere, don't talk nonsense, when did my daughter laugh?"

"I obviously..."

When Jianhong said this, he suddenly paused. He couldn't help but think of Lu Yuanzhi who wanted to take Princess Changle by name just now in the main hall...

A bold idea emerged in Jianhong's mind.

"The person you like is not exactly Lu Yuanzhi, right?"

Jianhong looked at Changle suspiciously.

Hearing him ask this, a blush quickly appeared on Changle's face, and he buried his head directly on his chest:
"Daughter... daughter..."

He kept hesitating there.

"Hahahahaha!!"

At this time, the daughter's shyness had already answered the question for Changle.

Jianhong could no longer hold back the joy in his heart, and he couldn't help but laugh.

The laughter was so loud that it flew away the birds staying on the trees in the courtyard of Qiyun Palace.

……

Dali Temple.

The uncle was wearing official robes and sitting on a chair with a serious face.

"Master, there is no trace of Lingyun Marquis in the palace. An informant reported that he was finally found in the palace."

Hear reports from subordinates.

The uncle's eyes flickered, he looked at the man seriously and said:
"you sure?"

"What I say is absolutely no lie."

"Well, I know."

The uncle closed his eyes and had countless thoughts in his mind.

Then, he opened his eyes suddenly.

"Prepare the sedan chair! Go to the palace!"

"Yes."

……

When the uncle came out of the palace again.

There was peace on his face.

"master……"

"Get up the sedan and go back to the Yamen."

The uncle had no expression on his face, lifted the curtain on the sedan, and entered the sedan.

The uncle couldn't bear it any longer. Cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and his hands trembled slightly as he wiped the sweat.

It turns out...that my house is full of spies.

Just after entering the palace, my uncle met His Majesty.

The king and his ministers did not say much.

Two simple sentences.

"I have promoted your nephew first. After the case of Marquis Ling Yun is over, I want to make you the Minister of Rites. At that time, you and Lu Yuanzhi will restrain Ji Xuan in the court."

"Your Majesty, please..."

"Haha, just because I don't talk about some things doesn't mean I don't know."

"Yes, I understand."

……

Just a few simple sentences.

But the uncle did not dare to have the slightest disrespect towards Jianhong.

The carriage turned slightly.

The uncle slowly lifted the curtain beside the carriage window and looked deeply into the deep wall of the palace.

After a long time, he lowered the curtain.

A sigh slowly sounded in the carriage.

Jianhong's reward arrived soon.

Lu Yuanzhi is about to move.

Along with the title, Jianhong also rewarded him with a mansion.

The location is right in the inner city.

There was less than two quarters of an hour to go from the palace.

I heard that it is a large mansion with four entrances.

This can be regarded as a shotgun exchange for a cannon.

I'm afraid it's already comparable to the residence of my uncle, the young minister of Dali Temple.

But the value is indeed much higher than that of my uncle's mansion.

After all, the Qinghe Marquis's residence is located in the inner city and so close to the imperial city.

So, after spending the last night in his own mansion.

Lu Yuanzhi and his family headed towards the reward house.

A total of eight carriages filled Lu Yuan's mansion with everything.

Seeing the magnificent gate in front of him, Lu Yuan felt a little emotional for a while.

There are two large stone lions at the gate, which are extremely majestic.

The scarlet gate is as tall as a city wall gate.

Just such a door requires at least two people to push it!
Is this the legendary mansion? ! !

(End of this chapter)