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Chapter 565 Sister-in-law, open the door, I am my brother 56

At the end of the fourth year of Jinghe, Prince Ming went south to deal with the rebellion of the previous dynasty, the collusion with salt merchants, and the floods in the south.

He returned in June of the fifth year of Jinghe. Prince Ming was given the dual titles of prince and his only son was canonized as the prince's heir.

After returning to the capital to report, he went to Ci'an Palace to pay his respects to the Empress Dowager, and then went straight back to the palace to refuse visitors.

Fengyi Palace welcomed Emperor Jinghe after half a month.

Jiuli had her back to Emperor Jinghe and was looking at the book in her hand. She turned her head when she heard the voice. In fact, she had heard it a long time ago but just didn't move.

"Your Majesty is here? Why didn't you ask someone to summon you?" Shi Shiran got down from the chaise longue and saluted casually.

Before he could squat down, he was helped up by Emperor Jinghe.

"I didn't ask anyone to pass it on, otherwise how could I see Qingqing in this state?" Xie Jiuli sat on the chaise longue, "What are you looking at? Are you feeling better? Are you here to enjoy the fresh air?"

"If I drink bitter medicine soup every day without any ventilation, I'll be pickled by it," Jiuli complained seemingly aggrieved.

And Anxiang next to her silently looked at the Clivia next to her. That was the one that never stopped taking the bitter medicine, right?

Listening to Jiuli's complaints, Jing Hedi smiled gently. He liked this attitude, which was intimate, warm and natural.

"This is all for your own good, so stop complaining," Emperor Jinghe patted the back of Jiuli's hand, "The medicines prescribed by the Imperial Hospital change all the time. You won't need to take them when you get better."

"We'll have to drink for a long time," Jiuli continued to complain, "Why is His Majesty here? Is there any good news to share?"

"How did Qingqing know it was a happy event and not a bad one?" Emperor Jinghe looked suspicious. Did someone from the previous dynasty inform her? Or did she plant someone around him?

Suspicious and extremely paranoid, he looked at Jiuli with a look of scrutiny and thought, but he quickly concealed it in his eyes.

"Prince Ming entered the palace to pay respect to the Queen Mother. This is a well-known fact. Why is Your Majesty looking at me like this?" Jiuli pretended to be puzzled. "Is there anything wrong with me today?"

"No, Qingqing is still as beautiful as when we first met." She only had a few more wrinkles on her face. She silently added in her heart, "The most beautiful person in the six palaces."

"Come to think of it, I do have some good news to share with you," Emperor Jinghe said while observing Jiuli's expression.

I was relieved when I saw that she was completely clueless. Fortunately, she had no contact with the previous dynasty, and the Cui family was not bad.

The Cui family had no idea why they had become so rich and powerful, they just thought it was because they had done a good job.

"How can this be said to be the credit of Prince Ming? It was clearly His Majesty who had a keen eye and could tell there was a problem at first sight," Jiuli lowered her eyes, but her tone was filled with admiration and worship.

"How can I be so great?" Emperor Jinghe narrowed his eyes, obviously pleased with what Jiuli said, "You just flatter me, but Prince Ming did a good job."

"I rewarded the prince with two gifts," he said as he gave away the precious ornaments, each of which showed how much he valued Prince Ming.

"Your Majesty is wise, and I admire you very much," Jiuli delivered the good words that Emperor Jinghe loved to hear at the right time.

"My dear, you are the one who understands me best," Emperor Jinghe looked at Jiuli with a gentler look, "You are good."

The delighted Emperor Jinghe opened the treasury and poured out rewards like water to Fengyi Palace and Prince Ming's Mansion, and finally all flowed into Jiuli's hands, making the small treasury more and more abundant.

Emperor Jinghe only stayed in Fengyi Palace for one night and then continued to favor the six palaces.

As Yin Zhen stepped into Fengyi Palace, a pillow hit him in the face. He hugged the pillow in his arms with a smile.

"Qingqing, why are you so angry today? Anger is harmful to your health. Don't make yourself hurt by anger. I will feel bad for you." He walked over with Jiuli in his arms, hugging a pillow, with a guilty look in his eyes.

"You still remember to come back?" Jiuli said in a sarcastic tone, holding an exquisite little wooden box in her hand.

"Since you are here, of course I will come back. Didn't I come to see you the first thing after I got better?" Yin Zhen observed carefully, moving his butt to sit next to Jiuli.

"You are just a sweet talker," he glared at her unhappily, "but it's no use being sweet this time," his expression still looked bad.

"Qingqing, there's a lot going on over there, otherwise I would have come back a long time ago," Yin Zhen touched his nose, "Have you seen the gift I brought you?" He abruptly changed the subject.

"Very beautiful." Jiuli said stiffly, with a hint of dissatisfaction, "But if you're hurt, you're hurt. Don't try to avoid it."

"I won't hide. Everything you give me is good." Yin Zhen boldly moved closer, "But you can't ignore me, okay?"

"How could I ignore you? It's because you're so stubborn that you never tell the truth." Jiuli pressed her fingertips on Yin Zhen's head, "If you don't tell the truth, you'll have to kneel on the porcelain shards today."

"Qingqing, you are so cruel." Yin Zhen shrank his neck and moved closer, "I will accept everything you give me."

"But, do you want to reconsider something like porcelain pieces? You'd be sad if you broke them while kneeling."

Yin Zhen pulled Jiuli's sleeve and shook it.

"I don't feel sorry," Jiuli raised her eyes, with a murderous smile.

"It really doesn't hurt," Yin Zhen said in a long tone, pretending to stay beside him, "Then no one really cares about me."

"Stop playing tricks and come here so I can see where you're hurt." Why is it getting smaller and smaller? He pressed his forehead helplessly.

"How do you want to see it? I've already promised you, isn't that enough?" Yin Zhen put his fingertips on his collar, "I'm fine, really."

"Of course I want to take a good look at it," Jiuli raised her hand and pulled the person over and pressed him aside.

"Qingqing is so enthusiastic?" Yin Zhen chuckled, lying on the soft pillow without dodging or avoiding, letting her examine him. "If you keep looking, I won't be able to control myself."

"You're such a chatterbox. Look at the serious wound." He pointed at the scar across his chest. "It must have been very painful at the time, right?"

"It doesn't hurt," Yin Zhen put his hand on his chest, "Look, I'm almost healed."

"Then it won't hurt?" Jiuli poked hard with her fingertips, "Does it hurt?" Seeing Yin Zhen's face change, she withdrew her hand, "It will hurt so that you will remember. Let's see if you dare to do it again next time?"

"I dare not, I dare not," he said repeatedly, with a bitter smile in his eyes. He was really asking for trouble. He knew Qingqing very well, alas.

"I have a long memory," Yin Zhen said seriously, "This time it was an accident, it won't be the same next time. I promise there won't be a next time."

"You have to keep your word," Jiuli stretched out her hand and interlocked her fingers with Yin Zhen, with their thumbs touching, "Pink Hook."

"Hook," Yin Zhen chuckled, following Jiuli's thoughts, "You're not angry now, are you?"

"When did I get angry?" Jiuli glanced at her fingertips and said, "You'd better be honest, otherwise, haha." She spoke threateningly.