Chapter 76 The royal family has been so ruthless since ancient times~
Jiang Jinshuang was slightly startled.
It's not that I care, I just find it troublesome.
Since she was expelled from the capital for offending Long Yan three years ago, Jiang Jinshuang is used to being alone and doesn't like getting into trouble.
She doesn't like people standing up for her when she gets hurt.
——That was very troublesome for Jiang Jinshuang.
And now, Pei Du is such a "trouble".
Even for Pei Du's injury, Jiang Jinshuang didn't feel much guilt.
She didn't answer immediately. In He Weijing's eyes, it was more like acquiescence.
He moved his eyes away slightly and said coldly, "Yes, you have admired him for many years."
"What?"
Jiang Jinshuang raised her eyes slightly and looked at He Weijing who had a cold expression in front of her.
She frowned, and the probing meaning in her eyes became stronger: "Mr. He, have we met somewhere?"
Why is he so familiar with her attitude, so familiar that it makes her a little uncomfortable?
He Weijing raised his eyebrows slightly, and when he heard Jiang Jinshuang's question, his face seemed unhappy.
He is very tall and has a beautiful chin, so when he raises his chin, he can see the smooth lines of the man.
He Weijing's appearance is kind of cold. Even if he just stands there and doesn't speak, he makes people feel aloof and unattainable.
Doctors who are used to seeing life and death seem to look at everyone with indifferent eyes.
"Then tell yourself, where have we met?"
Instead, he asked her calmly, without any embarrassment about being exposed.
Now it was Jiang Jinshuang's turn to feel uncomfortable.
She blinked, touched her chin, and looked carefully at the tall and handsome man in front of her.
Jiang Jinshuang naturally knew this Mr. He.
It's just that it's because of Uncle Wang Ruiyang. Other than that, I probably haven't seen him before.
Moreover, even if she knew He Weijing, it was impossible for He Weijing to know her.
Now that he was talking to her so familiarly, she felt a little dazed.
After squinting for a long time, Jiang Jinshuang sighed in frustration: "Mr. He, can you give me a hint?"
He Weijing was unhappy.
He snorted arrogantly and moved his eyes away from her.
"Sure enough, the royal family has been so ruthless since ancient times."
Jiang Jinshuang: "..."
How could she say this as if she was some kind of heartless person who abandoned his wife and children?
Without saying anything else, He Weijing took out a medicine bottle from somewhere and threw it to Jiang Jinshuang.
"Take one when you have nothing to do on weekdays."
Jiang Jinshuang glanced at the crystal clear medicine bottle in her hand, and when she raised her head again, He Weijing had already turned around and left.
Looking at He Weijing's back, Jiang Jinshuang hurriedly asked: "Mr. He, what kind of medicine is this?"
"Replenishing Qi and strengthening the foundation."
When Jiang Jinshuang heard this, she poured one out and put it in her mouth without any hesitation.
The cold and sweet taste spreads from the tip of the tongue.
Although the pill has a medicinal aroma, it does not have the bitter taste of herbs. Instead, it has the cool sweetness of osmanthus, which is surprisingly easy to drink.
Jiang Jinshuang's eyes lit up.
Sweet.
She doesn't like bitter things.
Even the tea soup needs to be drunk a third time to remove the bitterness.
It's just that she rarely shows off about these little things. Even if she does take bitter medicine or drink bitter tea, it's just a slight frown.
——She never expected that the pills He Weijing gave her were actually sweet.
——
Jiang Jinshuang is going to stay at the Royal Ancestral Hall for seven days.
This punishment was already much lighter than Jiang Jinshuang expected.
Outside the royal ancestral hall in the capital, Jiang Jinshuang handed over some trivial matters to Si Ning before leaving.
There was an inkstone in the princess's mansion, so she wasn't worried about anything going wrong.
This was not the first time Jiang Jinshuang went to the imperial ancestral hall to punish him. When the carriage left the city gate and arrived at the ancestral hall, Jiang Jinshuang got out of the carriage with Chuntao and the familiar route.
Back then, because she chopped off an arm of the Minister of War in the street, His Majesty punished her to come here to copy scriptures.
For a country, changing legislation is like removing the carrion from a person's body and growing it back again.
The process of carving out the flesh is excruciating, and legislative reform is difficult to implement.
Just like back then, countless old ministers and subordinates knelt in the temple, threatening each other with death, demanding that the emperor take back his life.
The emperor cannot be the sharp sword that kills all, and the prince of the East Palace cannot lose the hearts of his subjects.
——So Jiang Jinshuang stood up.
She held up a sword and chopped off the arm of the veteran leader, giving warning and threats to the courtiers.
Maybe the emperor will miss his old feelings and leave them alone.
But she, Jiang Jinshuang, doesn't.
Therefore, after the Minister of War retired from the court, the process of legislative reform finally became smoother.
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Therefore, His Majesty gave her a small punishment and a big warning for killing the Minister of War, and only punished her with eighty boards to obey the public.
As a princess, she bore the anger and abuse of all her subjects.
——Jiang Jinshuang doesn’t care much about this.
After returning to her thoughts, Jiang Jinshuang looked at the majestic, solemn, but slightly lonely royal ancestral hall in front of her, and she sighed helplessly.
He had to stay in a place like this for another seven days. Jiang Jinshuang never liked copying Buddhist scriptures and verses.
Chuntao carried her luggage and followed Jiang Jinshuang: "Your Highness, is there anyone else in this ancestral hall except the servants who usually clean the house?"
Jiang Jinshuang recalled: "There should be no more. Earlier, people from the Qintian Prison would occasionally come here to observe the stars at night, but they rarely set foot there now."
Chuntao is a little timid.
She shrank her neck, followed Jiang Jinshuang, and nodded vigorously.
Jiang Jinshuang smiled reassuringly and took the luggage from Chuntao: "Let's go. I'll take you to find a place to stay first."
"Okay."
Jiang Jinshuang, the Zhaoming princess, was already hated by everyone. Now that she was sent to this ancestral hall as a punishment, most of her servants avoided her.
Fortunately, Jiang Jinshuang was quite familiar with this place, so she took Chuntao to find a private room at random. After putting down her luggage, Chuntao rolled up her sleeves and started cleaning.
"Chuntao, you can rest first after cleaning. I have to go to the ancestral hall to copy scriptures."
Hearing this, Chuntao hurriedly said: "Your Highness, I will go with you."
In that ancestral hall are the tablets of the ancestors of Wan Jin Dynasty.
Knowing that Chuntao was timid, Jiang Jinshuang smiled and waved her hand: "No need, you rest first, I will be back later."
"Okay then..."
……
The moss marks are green on the upper steps, and the grass color is green on the curtains.
Walking through the spreading spring-colored stone steps, Jiang Jinshuang entered the ancestral hall.
To make it easier to copy, Jiang Jinshuang tied up her long hair and held it up with a hairpin.
The long sleeves of the broad robe on her body were a bit obstructive, so Jiang Jinshuang found a loop and tied it on, making it much neater.
Candles and sandalwood were burned in the ancestral hall. Occasionally, one or two cleaning maids would bring wet cloths and wipe the floor before quietly retreating.
Jiang Jinshuang didn't think there was anything sinister about it.
——Those tablets are not as gloomy as the scriptures she copied.
Half of the incense in the ancestral hall fell, and Jiang Jinshuang moved her wrists a few times with soreness.
Sometimes she also feels that she is quite strange. Her hands are used to play with swords and guns without shaking at all. Instead, they have been copying things for a long time, and the handwriting is crooked and uncomfortable.
After writing for a while, Jiang Jinshuang became distracted.
Looking left and right, my thoughts are flying.
The changes in the ancestral hall are not that big compared to before, but in a few years, the place has become more primitive, solemn, solemn and quiet.
Then, Jiang Jinshuang began to lie on the table and draw a turtle.
After finishing a few strokes, Jiang Jinshuang licked her lips and was thinking about whether to draw a crown for the turtle.
"Your Highness is distracted."
A clear and cold voice came from the top of Jiang Jinshuang's head. Jiang Jinshuang followed the sound and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.
(End of chapter)