The Female Partner Refuses To Be Cannon Fodder

As her horizons widened, Jiang Chan became more and more annoyed by the intrigues in the shopping malls. She had all thoughts about it. After graduation, she would buy a piece of land, raise a few big dogs there, plant her favorite Chinese medicine, and occasionally Make pharmaceuticals, sit and watch Yunjuanyunshu.

　　 Thinking about this, Jiang Chan fell asleep...

　　 On the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, Jiang Chan returned to her small home in the city. She wants to arrange the home well. As for the jade she got from gambling on rocks, and the two antiques she missed, she sent them to the bogu rack at home.

　　 Now Jiang Chan has mastered French, English, German, and Spanish. There are a lot of books on the shelf in the study, most of which are original books in these languages.

　　 There are also various types of clothing design, medical books, information books, etc.

　　In a corner of the study, Jiang Chan set up a workbench with various colored fabrics, measuring tapes, scissors, needles and threads, sewing machines, and so on. She went all over the fabric market to find the fabric by herself, and it cost more than 100,000 yuan to buy it all.

　　 At this speed of spending money like flowing water, Jiang Chan can only make money without blinking his eyes.

　　 Before school started, Gu Jianchen finally got his driver's license, which he promised to help Jiang Chan. After looking at the driver's license, Jiang Chan threw it into his backpack. She hasn't considered buying a car at the moment. She will go to study abroad in half a year, and she won't be able to use it. It's just that it is more convenient to have a driver's license.

　　 Busy to the beginning of school, Jiang Chan sat back in the classroom and became a senior high school student. At the beginning of the new semester, the learning atmosphere in the class became more tense, and the countdown on the blackboard decreased day by day.

　　 Jiang Chan still works step by step. Normally, when the teacher lectures, she does her own things below, and organizes the knowledge points for everyone in the evening self-study, so she has a good life.

　　 As for Momo, who has always been inseparable, he still follows Jiang Chan to and from class. Momo's existence cannot be concealed from others. At least the teachers in the class know that, considering that Momo does not affect classroom discipline, the teachers just turned one eye and closed one eye, and didn't say anything about Momo's existence.

　　 The prosaic days have passed for a long time, Jiang Chan will inevitably miss the magnificent life in other worlds. Looking at the physics test paper in his hand, all the answers have been completed, and there is still an hour before the end of the test, Jiang Chan simply went to find a task world to relax.

　　 After selecting in the mission hall, Jiang Chan crushed the soul ball...

　　 "My Majesty, your majesty is dead, you must hold on." An old female voice sounded, her tone full of worry.

　　 Jiang Chan did not open his eyes, and quickly analyzed the scene in front of him. She wanted to come back to the time when Emperor Zhao Xian just died. She fainted because of excessive sadness.

　　 As for the one holding her hand, it is the original owner's mother, Mrs. Sun, Anguo, and the original owner's mother-in-law.

　　 I think that there are still a lot of things waiting for me to deal with, and I really can’t justify lying here. Jiang Chan's eyelashes moved and slowly opened his eyes.

　　 "Come here, change clothes." Husky said a few words, Jiang Chan frowned uncomfortably. How long has the original owner been crying? She felt that her eyes were swollen and painful.

　　 The palace ladies lowered their eyebrows and went forward to change Jiang Chan's clothes. Sun sat on the side and looked at him in a daze. Why did he think that her daughter was a little bit wrong after she woke up?

　　 She changed her mind, only when her daughter was overwhelmed because of the emperor's death, so she didn't say much.

　　 "Let's go to the front hall." Jiang Chan stood up and looked at the young girl in the mirror. He was surprised that the original owner was young, as if he was only sixteen or seventeen.

　　 Also, the original owner entered the palace in a hurry. If it weren't for her sister Ye Yunwei's dystocia, leaving only a little prince, the matter of entering the palace would not fall on her head.

　　 She was supposed to be married at home with peace of mind under the protection of her family, so she would never enter the palace again to become a member of the harem.

　　 Palace, Jiang Chan frowned, she had never experienced such a world. At the thought of fighting against those old foxes, Jiang Chan's blood boiled suddenly.

　　 Following the memory of the original owner, Jiang Chan arrived at the front hall, where the ministers knelt to the ground, and the emperor’s concubines were crying and screaming.

　　 Jiang Chan walked forward slowly, his face withered: "The emperor has passed away, so please follow the etiquette system for what you should do. The Ministry of Etiquette will take more thoughts in this regard."

　　 "I would like to abide by Niang Niang's decree." An official of the Ministry of Rites responded loudly and glanced at the concubines who were staying by the dragon bed: "I don't know this funeral..."

　　 As soon as I heard the word burial, the bodies of those concubines were shocked, especially those without children, crying mournfully and mournfully.

　　 Jiang Chan's hair is about to stand up, and he was buried, what a cruel act? However, no ministers raised objections. There was a precedent for this incident.

　　 "The burial of living people is too cruel. The first emperor has always practiced a benevolent government, and I must be unwilling to see such a tragedy." Seeing that some people want to object, Jiang Chan took the lead to move out the first emperor.

　　 "The pottery figurines were made and burned and buried in the imperial mausoleum along with his majesty's body." After thinking about it, Jiang Chan made this suggestion. The ministers pouted. This system had existed before, so they didn't say much.

　　 Hearing that there is no need to be buried, the concubines were relieved and looked at Jiang Chan with grateful eyes. If the young queen dowager agrees to the death of a living person, almost all of them, who are childless, are almost dead~www.wuxiamtl.com~ If her sister is changed here, maybe she will agree to the death of the living person, then The position is kind, but in fact the methods are harsh and tight.

　　 After half a month of continuous rotation, the national funeral was processed. The first emperor Zhao Xian had only one son, Zhao Yi, who was less than six months old now, and he was still a baby in the infant.

　　He has two daughters, the older Zhao Runbing is thirteen years old, and the younger Zhao Runqing is only six years old. Jiang Chan had seen it these days, and the two princesses looked like frightened birds, and they were not atmospheric at all.

　　 Obviously, their mothers and concubines raised the ground a little bit of a family, of course, this also has nothing to do with Zhao Xian. In the memory of the original owner, the number of times she and Zhao Xian met was pitiful. The emperor spent all his time on government affairs with no distractions. He rarely passed by the concubines in the harem.

　　 As for the Queen Xian, the sister of the original owner, there are a lot of methods at all. Just seeing that there is only her son and one prince in the harem for so many years, you know her wrist.

　　 It can be said that the harem is the only one in her family. If it weren't for her dystocia, she would be the queen dowager in the future.

　　 Today is the first early dynasty after the national funeral. Jiang Chan naturally became the queen mother. As for her cheap son, he had been established as the prince when his father was alive, and he was the little emperor.

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