Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

Jiuli's answer made Jinse's eyes go dark. She never dreamed that someone who spent a lot of money to buy the best materials would want such shabby stuff. However, if she threw it away, even beggars would dislike it because it was not warm enough.

"We wrapped it up with a few pieces of coarse cloth. There are many elderly people in the family, and they think the old cloth is more comfortable to wear, saves time in tailoring, and is more unique." Jiuli said lightly.

"I will wrap it up for my sister right away," Jinse thought to herself, look at how beautifully she said that. If you don't know, you might think that the cloth she wrapped up was very good and unique. What a nice word.

She also learned that such a unique material should be combined with other coarse fabrics. Well, it will definitely sell well.

"Is there anything else you need?" Jinse stared at the couple in front of her as if they were gold ingots. They were really a perfect match.

"Needlework," Jiuli bought everything that had been looked at more than once, and the smile on Jinse's face became more intense.

Qingnu covered her small wallet with her hands. Her master really spent money, so she had to keep a close eye on it, otherwise there wouldn't be enough to spend!

"Anything else you want?" Jiuli stroked the back of Jiang San's hand with her fingertips, "Would you like two more sets of ready-made clothes over there?"

Jinse was feeling emotional, wondering why she had forgotten to take out the most expensive item. She was waiting expectantly for the next sentence and bought them all.

"You don't want it anymore? You've bought enough," Jiang San looked at the clothes placed next to the two of them, "Look, I already have quite a few sets. Are you trying to dress me up as a butterfly?"

"Buy more to change into," Jiuli said disapprovingly, "It's up to you. These are all for now. Pack them up."

"If you pay here, will the goods be delivered directly to your house?" Jinse came back to her senses, agreed quickly, and calculated.

"Put him in the carriage," Jiuli took Jiang San out, leaving Qingnu, who looked pained, touching his purse.

"My dear wife, I also want to eat roasted sweet potatoes," Jiang San pointed at the street vendor with an expectant look on his face.

"I'll go buy it, you wait in the carriage." Jiuli held Jiang San's hand and paused, then stuffed Jiang San directly into the carriage.

"Wife?" Jiang San looked puzzled. What happened to his wife? Didn't she usually lead him by the hand?

He lifted the carriage curtain and watched Jiuli buy two roasted sweet potatoes. He lowered the curtain and wondered in his heart, should everything be okay?

"Your Highness?" Jiang Sheng was guarding the sweet potato stall. When he looked up, he saw Jiuli standing in front of him and was a little surprised.

"Your Highness the Prince of Yan," he subconsciously wanted to kneel down.

"Where did the King of Yan come from?" Jiuli took out two copper coins and said, "I'm just a passerby who came to buy roasted sweet potatoes."

"Selling it?" Jiuli turned his eyes and lit the stove.

"Sell, sell, sell," Jiang Sheng lowered his head, thinking to himself, could it be that he had seen it wrong? But this was clearly very similar to the King of Yan.

Jiuli casually threw two copper coins to Jiang Sheng, carried the roasted sweet potatoes onto the carriage, broke the roasted sweet potatoes into two halves and handed them to Jiang San.

"Eat slowly, don't be in a hurry," Jiuli reminded.

Jiang Sheng is a meticulous but suspicious person. He would never report anything to his master unless he is absolutely sure. Jiuli is not worried at all and thinks it would be okay even if he reports it.

"It's sweet. Do you want to have some?" Jiang San ate with a satisfied look on his face, then looked at Jiuli.

"These are all for you. Eat less, because there will be dinner when you go back." Jiuli patted Jiang San's shoulder and took out a book from the secret compartment to read.

The wheels rolled and disappeared in front of Jiang Sheng. Qing Nu, who had paid the money, moved his feet and slipped away from Jiang Sheng.

Jiang Sheng, who was doubting himself, had dark circles under his eyes. He did not stay in Taohua Village for long and left quickly.

He just assigned a death mission to Jiang's father and mother, asking them to get rid of Jiang San, especially now that there was a sense of crisis, they had to get rid of him even more, the enemy could not be kept around for long.

Jiang San returned to the Yu Mansion in Taohua Village and fell asleep early because of running around. Before going to bed, he told Jiuli to remember to prepare everything and he would come back to the Jiang family tomorrow.

study

Jiuli looked down at the document and threw it aside.

"How is Beijing?" He took a sip of the tea beside him. Every day he gave long speeches like this and never talked about business.

"The third princess was imprisoned due to involvement in a witchcraft scandal. The eldest princess has been acquitted and has joined the fight for the throne again," Qingnu picked up the wick to make the candlelight brighter.

"Several families have been exiled by His Majesty, and the court is becoming increasingly turbulent," Qingnu suddenly began to sigh, fortunately she followed her master, who was really foresighted.

"In addition, the Duke of Zhenguo intends to let Jiang Sheng join the Jiang family army to hone himself. Jiang Sheng is under strict supervision. I think this time he is also under the Duke of Zhenguo's nose." Qingnu said again.

Jiuli listened to Qingnu carefully with a slightly cold look in her eyes.

“Have the guests arrived?” He took the rice paper and spread it out.

"I'm already on the way. My master asked the Master to come over, but is there something you want to discuss?" Qingnu looked puzzled.

"It's nothing important," Jiuli glanced and said casually.

"I overstepped my authority," Qingnu knelt on one knee.

"Don't do it again next time. You will be punished with ten military sticks." Jiuli pointed at the table with her fingertips. "Let Qingyi come and serve you. You should take good care of him."

"Yes." Qingnu wiped the sweat off her forehead secretly. Fortunately, her master was not really angry, otherwise she would not be able to save her leg.

The north wind was howling hard at night. Not a single soul could be seen on the street. It was a bleak scene.

After a simple tidying up, Jiang San put on his best red tight-sleeved outfit, wore a sachet and jade pendant on his waist, combed his hair, and looked energetic.

"My dear wife, do I look good?" Jiang San, who had put on the hairpin, looked back at Jiuli, with a look of desire for approval.

"It looks good, but are you going out dressed like this today?" Jiuli praised, "There's also a white fox cloak for you to wear."

"Will it be too..." Jiang San's eyes widened. Is that suitable for him? Before he finished speaking, a cloak appeared on his body.

"Do you want me to go with you?" Jiuli tied a bow and looked at the glutinous rice ball in front of her with satisfaction.

"No," Jiang San waved his hand. Those people didn't need someone like his wife to see them. They were not worthy.

"My wife belongs to me alone, so she cannot be seen by those people." Afraid that Jiuli would misunderstand, he hugged Jiuli's waist.

"Then I'll wait for you to come back home?" Jiuli stretched out her arms and hugged Jiang San who threw himself into her arms, with satisfaction in her eyes.

"Okay, I'll just take two people with me," Jiang San nodded, "and take the gifts from yesterday."

"As you wish," Jiuli winked at Qingyi.

"Then I'll leave. My wife, you're the best," Jiang San acted coquettishly skillfully, then turned around and left with his people.

The back figure doesn't look like a boy from the village at all, but rather like a young master trained by some prince or nobleman.