Wan Jiaojiao was so happy that she supported her chin with her palms, and her big eyes flashed with admiration and said to Li Chen: "Your Highness, how do you know so much?"

“Read more books.”

Li Chen said angrily: "Look less about love and love, read more useful books. A few days ago, I saw you with a storybook in your hand and I was fascinated by reading it. Is it all the stories in the palace?"

Wan Jiaojiao said embarrassedly: "The palace has been finished reading it a long time ago. Recently, I have asked someone to go to the market outside to help me bring it. Some of the writing is very beautiful."

Girls are full of youth, and there is not so much entertainment and entertainment in this era. At most, I just read the book to write love stories and tell stories about the story of a Chinese school to pass the time.

Li Chen did not blame Wan Jiaojiao too harshly, and when she saw that she really liked her, she let it go.

"Send someone to send Su Zhenting and Su Pingbei to come. I have something to discuss with them."

...

On the banks of the Qinhuai River in Jinling, spring rain continued. A 50-year-old man wearing a straw hat and a straw raincoat looked no different from an ordinary fisherman was holding a pole to fish.

The green mountains are reflected on the green water. On the quiet river surface, a few successors of mandarin ducks or flower-haired ducks swim by, and occasionally a few fish jump out of the water to eat the food floating on the lake. This picture is peaceful.

The sound of footsteps came from behind the old man.

"The 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, and so many towers in the mist and rain."

The person who came was about the same age as the old man fishing. He had a faint smile on his face and said, "The mist and rain in Jinling are more gentle than other parties after all."

When the old man looked carefully, he found that he was Duan Jinjiang, the former Grand Secretary of Dongge who escaped from the capital!

The old man who was fishing didn't look back and said, "In order to add these two points of tenderness, the current emperor spent a lot of money to dig the Qinhuai River in Jinling at the beginning of his ascension. Do you know why?"

Duan Jinjiang returned and said, "This incident was a big deal at the beginning, and I have heard of it. It was said that the emperor believed that Jinling, as the ancient capital of the thirteen dynasties, had too much royal aura, and it was already a certain fact that the emperor gave Jinling the prince as a fief. Since the current emperor could not change the facts, he sought an expert and found a way to introduce the water of the Qinhuai River, which depleted the royal aura and damaged the dragon foundation, so that he could not produce a real dragon."

"Ten miles of Qinhuai, Six Dynasties of gold powder."

The fishing old man said lightly: "In recent years, the business of brothels on the Qinhuai River has become more and more popular. Many scholars, literati and poets regard this place as a treasure land of romantic and elegant affairs, and even the saying that a sip of Qinhuai River water is full of rouge. If our current emperor still opens his eyes to see this scene today, he will definitely be very grateful to the master who gave him advice."

Duan Jinjiang bowed to the fishing old man and said, "Every drink and every peck is determined by heaven. Now he is the noble of the Nine Five, but he can only lie on the bed and be a living dead man. However, the prince is long-pan Jinling and is ready to go. It is still unknown who is the common ruler in the world."

The fishing old man was not moved, but said calmly: "Just half an hour ago, I received the news from the capital, and Junze was dead."

This sentence made Duan Jinjiang's expression condense.

Duan Jinjiang and the old man who is respected as King Wen in front of him are old friends. Whether they say they are sincere friendships, political alliances, secret contacts, and cooperation lasts for decades.
Chapter completed!