Imperial Uncle

Chapter 8

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To be honest, Ah Jiu has never figured out the reason why Uncle Huang is still alone. Now that he even threw the woman Lan Gu prepared out of the room, Ah Jiu inevitably felt that Uncle Huang really had a broken sleeve.

Poor Lan Gu worked hard for him, alas! She sighed deeply, which surprised Lan Gu.

"Amin, what are you sighing for?"

Ajiu followed Lan Gu slowly and said lazily, "Lan Gu, you don't know! Everyone in this imperial capital is guessing that the prince is a broken sleeve. After all, the prince is twenty-eight."

"Broken sleeves?" Lan Gu was taken aback, "What kind of rumors are these rumors spreading! Our prince just hasn't found anyone who has closed his eyes yet."

"Yes! These people are really afraid that the world will not be in chaos." Ah Jiu followed Lan Gu's words.

Lan Gu stayed by Fu Yan's side for many years and couldn't guess what he was thinking, but it was Fu Yan's aunt who had been taking care of the affairs of the house for him. he.

She took Ah Jiu who slipped in to the kitchen, and Ah Jiu was very puzzled.

Lan Gu smiled at her, "I look at you very well. It's better to like you than the woman in the front hall." She arranged the dishes that had been prepared in the kitchen, "So you can wait a while. Serve with these girls, and then…”

"Wait..." A Jiu was a little confused, she interrupted Lan Gu, she thought she was going to ask why she thought she was good, but when the words came to her mouth, it turned out to be "What else is there in the front hall? woman".

Lan Gu and the girls in the kitchen watched A Jiu's girls put the delicate dishes into the food box, and looked up at A Jiu, "Amin, you don't know, over the years, I don't know how many women have I want to climb into the palace."

Ajiuyizheng pouted a little embarrassedly, "Is Lan Gu talking about me?"

"No, no, I'm not talking about you." Lan Gu patted her head, "Why did I forget that you also came to the palace to see the prince."

The pink and tender girl next to her poked Lan Gu and asked in a low voice, "Who is this woman? Did she turn in to see the prince? Shouldn't she be thrown out?"

Ah Jiu was stunned, this is not enough, she leaned over her ears and asked and listened, she never expected Lan Gu's answer.

"She's my niece. When you guys are serving dishes, take her along and squeeze the woman in the front hall out." After that, Langu blinked at A Jiu, "Go and see more. Lord of the Eyes."

Ah Jiu was stunned. With such a seniority, Ah Jiu had to be called Uncle Fu Yan again. This was a fate that could not be solved in several lifetimes. She curled her lips and was about to ask who the woman in the front hall was when she was stuffed in her hand. Into a food box.

Lan Gu stared at her and forcibly pushed her into the queue of serving dishes, "You all be careful."

She followed in the middle of the team, holding the food box, and grabbed the dress of the pink girl in front with her free hand, and asked quietly, "Who is the woman in the front hall?"

"You are Lan Gu's niece, didn't Lan Gu tell you?" The pink and tender girl glanced at her.

"I'm not her niece." She dragged the girl out to the back of the line.

"Why don't you believe me?" A Jiu winked at her, "Do you know the Matchmaker Pavilion in the Imperial Capital? I'm the owner of the pavilion, Shen Qinghe."

The girl thought for a moment that the imperial capital seemed to have such a gold medal matchmaker named Shen Qinghe. She had met through a gauze curtain before she came to the palace to be a maid. She glanced at Ah Jiu in front of her, and felt that her body was somewhat similar.

She wondered, "You really?"

Of course not, but Ah Jiu knew Shen Qinghe, the gold medal matchmaker in the imperial capital. She and Shen Qinghe also had a similar body shape and a similar face.

Ah Jiu is the emperor, and there is no good girl to play in the palace. Apart from her former friend An Qianru, there is only such a matchmaker Shen Qinghe who is close to her.

Qinghe has a similar temperament to her, and they can chat very well. They also know her identity and treat her well, so Ah Jiu calls her sister.

Because of Shen Qinghe's reputation, the person who came to ask for a matchmaker broke through the door of the matchmaker's house, so Ah Jiu used her name, and later used Shen Qinghe's name when she went out on patrol in micro-clothing.

"You still don't believe it?" A Jiu patted her head helplessly, "Lan Gu has been anxious about the prince's affairs, but this imperial daughter, Prince Jiao, doesn't like it, so she can only send me to be a matchmaker."

Ah Jiu used sincere eyes to successfully deceive this innocent girl, and also successfully knew who the woman in the front hall was.

"Ouch!" Ah Jiu groaned against the wall while covering her stomach as she walked.

Because of Ah Jiu's moaning, the group stopped to look at her and asked her what was wrong.

Ah Jiu was a little embarrassed, she waved her hand and said, "I just feel a little sick in my stomach, the lord is in a hurry to start dinner, you all go first!"

She brought the food box in her hand to the girl next to her, and pushed hard on the girls who stopped and looked at her, so the girls greeted her dearly and left.

Ah Jiu watched them leave the end of the corridor and got up on the spot. She was very good at pretending to have a stomachache. From small to big, she tried everything.

She will never appear in front of Uncle Huang. The purpose of her coming to the palace is to go to Uncle Huang's study and bedroom to inquire about what she wants.

Ah Jiu paused, what was she looking for

Is it the evidence that the uncle has made good relations with the ministers or that she wants to find the source of the epidemic, but this is not the starting point of the epidemic. What is she doing here

She was stunned, but suddenly remembered the woman in the front hall.

The person Lan Gu said was An Qianru, and Ah Jiu didn't like her.

There is a reason why Ah Jiu doesn't like An Qian. She doesn't know many women in the imperial capital, except for the matchmaker Shen Qing and the unique daughter of An Qian who are a little closer to her, but closer, whether the relationship is good or not is another matter Don't talk about it.

An Qianru has an excellent reputation in the imperial capital, and is a model for all women in the imperial capital.

But compared to An Qianru, Ah Jiu is still a little inferior.

Ajiu and An Qianru both studied in the imperial palace when they were young. An Qianru is better at reading books than her, and Qin is better than her. As long as An Qianru, who was taught by the master, is better than her, so Occasionally, I can talk with the uncle, who has just learned the reputation, from poetry and poetry to the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and it takes a whole afternoon to talk about it.

She could only watch from the side. She was the Crown Prince and had a very high status. If she didn't like to study, she wouldn't study, so she didn't go to study later, because she really didn't want to see Uncle Huang and Qianru chatting happily.

Up to now, she has only seen this An Qianru a few times, and her reputation is known as a talented woman in the emperor, so Ah Jiu still doesn't want to see her very much, and every time she refuses because she is busy with government affairs.

She has been in the palace for many years, and rarely comes out, but she doesn't know that An Qianru is still in contact with the uncle, so close, and she is still eating at the mansion. As a result, the door was opened a small crack by her.

She stared at the palace in front of her for a while, thinking about Wen Xiangxiang's description, this is probably the uncle's bedroom, she looked at it a little, "tsk tsk" in admiration, "This uncle is really living a better life. I'm all right."

She squinted her eyes and looked in through the small slit. The things on the desk and incense table were extremely delicate. She gently opened the door, and as soon as she stepped in, she heard a sound from behind the hall.

Ah Jiu listened carefully to the footsteps and chatter of the grandfathers who were patrolling the night in the bedroom before, she was stunned for a while, then got into the room and closed the door after she was puzzled.

She listened to the voices of those people passing by outside. She entered the palace for a long time and no one came across to arrest her. Even if she was at least in the team, she walked alone and never met anyone. It stands to reason that the guards of the palace are better than hers. The dormitory also needs to be safe, but being so deserted now makes her suspicious.

Ah Jiu waited for the people outside to go away, and then relaxed her tense nerves, and turned to look at the uncle's bedroom secretly.

Apart from the desk and incense table she saw through the crack of the door, the gauze curtains hung at random revealed elegance. Although the whole room was not expensive, it was exquisite everywhere. What kind of life did this uncle lead.

Ah Jiu has never been to the uncle's palace since he ascended the throne, let alone this bedroom. After careful examination, she found that the other larger compartment in the palace of her uncle was actually a study.

She walked slowly over the table, which was almost the same as her imperial case. The walls were covered with bookcases, and they were all filled with books. Ajiu flipped through them and found that they were all the only books left by some literati and writers. .

She didn't know that Uncle Huang was so fond of reading books.

Ah Jiu moved to the desk, where besides the copybooks copied by the uncle himself, there were some printed copies of memorials.

Ah Jiu has always thought that Uncle Huang's characters are beautiful and free and easy, not like her graceful and small, but most of the characters copied by Uncle Huang on the copybook in front of her are similar to her graceful appearance.

The printed copy of the memorial is a kind of rule system that has only appeared since the establishment of Fengge. Only Fengge can have all the printed copies of the empress's memorial, so as to facilitate the inquiry of the empress or some officials' words and deeds, and even the major events and comments that happened in previous years. As a result, it is used as the basis for Fengge to judge officials and even emperors during the annual inspection.

This kind of basis will directly lead to Fengge restricting the power of the emperor or even demoting the official position, so A Jiu has always felt that the power of Fengge is above the power of the phoenix, and now the ranking is that the power of Fengge is above the power of the phoenix. The power of the uncle overrides the two powers.

Ah Jiu was thinking carefully, but she was still flipping through the printed memorials on the desk. What she saw was not only the printed copies on the table, but only the printed copies from the last few months. On the front shelf should be All prints over the years.

It was originally in charge of Fengge, but I didn't expect that all the operations were already in charge of the uncle, Ah Jiu lowered her head in frustration, what is her power of the phoenix, and what is Wenxiangxiang Cheng's little Dezi beside her? , after all, it's just a pawn of the emperor.

"Alas!" Ah Jiu sighed, and if this goes on, the chances of her being able to get it back are a little smaller.

Ah Jiu went back and forth to check the books on the shelf. In addition to the memorabilia printed over the years, there were also various lists of the positions of major officials.

Ah Jiu was turning hard when her ears were sharp and she heard a voice from outside again.

Ah Jiu walked to the door of the hall softly and slowly and looked at it. She just opened a small slit and found that he was walking along the road wearing a black robe. According to his form, Ah Jiu guessed that he was coming to the room. trend.

She was wondering why the uncle came here when he was not eating, but found that a woman in green clothes was following behind the uncle.

A Jiu looked at it carefully, and it was actually An Qianru, the gentle and courteous person in the imperial capital.

She stared at the two of them, and didn't hear what the two of them said while leaning against the door. She just felt that the uncle's face was still smiling faintly, and An Qianru, who was walking slowly with the uncle on the opposite side, was smiling and knowledgeable. I am afraid that this imperial capital still does not know the true face of this woman.

There is another point that A Jiu doesn't like An Qianru, that is, An Qianru is different in front of her and in front of A Jiu. Others seem to be gentle and gentle, but she once said to A Jiu when she was a young student. Such words.

They were still very young at the time, and Ajiu heard Wen Xiangxiang say that from that time on, An Qianru had another thought towards the uncle.

An Qianru smiled at Ajiu when Ajiu was unwilling to come to the school, "Ajiu is angry? It's good to be angry, so that Ajiu can understand that although Ajiu is the prince, not all people in this world belong to Ajiu. , just like Fu Yan, the king of Huai Jin."

Ah Jiu was angry with what he said, but Ah Jiu was still not angry for a long time, because the uncle still came to see Ah Jiu every day.

A Jiu looked at An Qianru in front of her. When she walked over, a stone the size of a finger on the ground could make her fall. A Jiu saw An Qianru fall on Uncle Huang with her own eyes. Her heart skipped a beat. to the throat.

Ah Jiu ignored Fu Yan at this time.

What kind of person the uncle is, no one else knows, but Ah Jiu knows clearly, the so-called invulnerability refers to Fu Yan.

He was facing An Qianru's sudden suddenness, but he happened to lightly lean over and support An Qianru empty-handed.

Ah Jiu watched An Qian sit straight on the ground.

Ah Jiu applauded in her heart, but looking at Fu Yan's outstretched hand, An Qianru, who was sitting, was about to stretch out her hand, but Fu Yan withdrew her hand, making An Qianru flinch.

Fu Yan called someone over to support An Qianru, but when An Qianru got up, she was still soft and weak and still wanted to lean on Fu Yan, and then Fu Yan held her arm vacantly.

Ah Jiu saw them approaching the room.

Ah Jiu closed the door, her mind was spinning fast, what should I do? Uncle Huang is not an ordinary person. Once he finds out that he has no face in front of An Qianru, what should he do? After some surprise, she glanced under Fu Yan's bed.