Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

Still reluctantly going up? Jiuli tapped Jiang San's forehead unhappily. Now, no one knew who he learned this from, but he became even more arrogant, which made people want to bully him even more.

"Anything else?" Jiuli pulled Jiang San over and held him in her arms, "Don't run around if you have nothing else to do."

"Wife master," Jiang San moved his waist in Jiuli's arms, his eyes fell on the table, "Then wife master, will you teach me how to write?"

He looked at Jiuli with sparkling eyes, full of anticipation.

"Didn't I hire a female teacher for you?" Jiuli lifted Jiang San's neck with her fingertips and brought him out of her arms.

His eyes wandered over Jiang San's face, and he held Jiang San's wrist, "Tell me why you don't like it? Hmm?"

"It's nothing, I just don't like the look in her eyes. She always makes me feel like I'm some inferior thing," Jiang San lowered his head, twisted his fingertips together, and spoke softly.

"If you don't like it, change it," Jiuli raised his eyes and glanced at Qingnu. Qingnu nodded slightly and left quietly.

"My dear wife, you are the best to me." Jiang San acted like a spoiled child skillfully, put his arms around Jiuli's waist, and leaned against her with a happy face.

"If I'm not good to you, who can I be good to?" Jiuli pushed away the face that was leaning towards her, "Tell me what else I can help you with?"

"Do I look like someone who wants to see you for something? You can't misunderstand me like this. I feel so cold and uncomfortable." Jiang San frowned, covered his chest and then hugged Jiuli tightly.

"What's that?" Jiuli said she didn't buy it.

"My dear wife, will you accompany me to Xuanhu Temple? I heard that the plum blossoms there are particularly beautiful." Jiang San looked at Jiuli with anticipation, his hand pulling Jiuli's sleeve and shaking it.

"Okay, I promise you, I'll do whatever you say, isn't that enough?" Jiuli tugged at her sleeves symbolically, with helplessness on her face, "I really can't do anything about you, you clingy little bastard."

“Then my dear wife, I will go and prepare. We will set out tomorrow and still be able to catch the vegetarian meal at Xuanhu Temple,” Jiang San said as he walked out happily and went back to the bedroom to pack his things.

After finishing his work, Qingnu returned to the study and handed Jiuli the secret letter.

"Master, news has come from the capital that the eldest princess has been imprisoned," Qing Nu lowered his head and briefly stated the information he knew.

"In addition, our people observed that the son of the Duke of Zhenguo, Jiang Sheng, passed by Xingze City and delivered something to the Jiang family in Taohua Village." He paused at this point, "It was a banknote."

It's puzzling. The two families have no relationship at all, so it's strange that the son of the Duke of Zhenguo would give money to the Jiang family.

Jiuli took the secret letter and took a look at it. It contained nothing more than the message for her to return to Beijing as soon as possible, and also asked her to meet the two young masters.

After listening to Qingnu's report, he tapped the table with his fingertips.

"The son of the Duke of Zhenguo?" He muttered, and suddenly thought of something, "Go check where Jiang's mother worked as a wet nurse before."

"Yes," Qingnu agreed reflexively and closed her eyes in despair. If it wasn't something that happened 15 or 16 years ago, how could she check it? She was really quick. What was that? She wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Let them handle the eldest princess's affairs," Jiuli chuckled.

Her adopted sisters may not have realized that their real rivals for the throne were not their brothers and sisters, but the emperor sitting high on the throne.

"Yes, I wonder when the master will return to Beijing?" Qingnu lowered his head. He couldn't really live here in retirement, could he? ? ?

"Let's talk about it later. Let the people over there be prepared at all times. And my mother queen is not an easy person to deal with," Jiuli wrote a paragraph, "Leave it to her, don't mess things up."

"I'll take my leave." After taking the letter from Jiuli, Qingnu turned around and walked out the door, walking briskly and whistling.

Suddenly I remembered that His Majesty wanted to marry the master to the legitimate son of the Duke of Zhenguo of the Ministry of War. Wouldn't this person become a thorn in the eyes of the prince? Forget it, the master knows his limits.

Jiuli was in the study, reading a book in her hand, her mind wandering, while Lingling beat up the little girl. I'll let you down, so we must have a friendly exchange.

The next morning, the carriage set out from Yu Mansion and headed for Xuanhu Temple. Since Huanglin Dynasty had already had many talented people, the carriage had a smooth journey on the road.

"My wife," Jiang San lifted the curtain and took a look, then snuggled up next to Jiuli, grabbing her sleeve and shaking her coquettishly.

"What's wrong?" Jiuli looked at the book in her hand with her fingertips.

"You said you would read it with me, but you ignored me. Am I not as good as this damn book?" Jiang San's tone was aggrieved, and his fair face swayed in front of Jiuli.

"You're pretty, too." Jiuli shifted her gaze to Jiang San's face and put the book in her hand aside. "What are you dissatisfied with? When did I ignore you?"

“It was just now, just concentrate on your reading,” he said, craning his neck to glance at the book, his tone pitiful.

"Isn't this paying attention to you?" Jiuli stretched out her hand and held Jiang San's.

"That's more like it. Look how lively it is outside," Jiang San leaned over the car window, watching the pedestrians outside hawking their wares on the street.

It turned out that while the two were talking, they had already arrived in the town. On both sides were neatly lined blue brick buildings, a wide driveway that could accommodate two carriages running side by side, and shops on both sides were competing to shout.

Not to mention the peddlers walking by carrying loads on their shoulders. If they weren't wearing coarse cloth, one would have thought we had arrived in modern society.

"My dear wife, I want some candied haws," Jiang San said while looking back, but he noticed a woman who looked like Daya standing next to him.

He was stunned for a moment, because he knew that the Jiang family only had two daughters, and neither of them had such an aura.

"The candied haws you asked for," Jiuli took the candied haws from Qingnu, "What are you looking at? Huh?"

He took a bite of the candied haws absentmindedly, and nestled himself in Jiuli's arms, trying hard to control his emotions, but his eyes were still filled with tears. Did the Jiang family already know where their child was?

"Not sweet?" Jiuli stroked the corner of Jiang San's eyes, "Why are you crying again? Don't cry anymore," and coaxed him again and again in his arms.

"It's so sweet, I just can't control it," Jiang San said with a choked voice, "My wife," and acted coquettishly in Jiuli's arms.

"Okay, little crybaby," Jiuli said helplessly. How come other attributes have been unlocked? She hasn't done anything yet and her eyes are already tearful. If she really does something, won't she be out of breath? ? ?

"I'm not a crybaby," Jiang San sniffed and looked over again. There was no one at that position.

I comforted myself that I must have seen it wrong, but a voice reminded me that I was definitely not seeing it wrong.

"Okay, okay, you're the last one who cries," Jiuli stroked Jiang San's hair, "Now think about it, where should we go to play?"

Jiang San nodded, with longing in his eyes.

He didn't even notice that Qingnu lifted the car curtain, looked at Jiuli, and then nodded.

"Master, it is the daughter of the Duke of Zhenguo." He opened his mouth silently, then turned around and continued driving the carriage.