Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

At this time, Jiang San had already returned to Yu Mansion and sat in front of the table, looking at Jiuli with a smile and waiting to be fed.

"Osmanthus milk tea," Jiuli pulled Jiang San's hand and rubbed it, "Look, your hand is cold, not even a bit warm. Next time, just let the people below do this kind of thing."

"I have to do this myself, otherwise how can I vent my anger?" Jiang San let Jiuli rub the back of his hand, his face just blushing.

"Have you vented your anger?" Jiuli raised his eyes and glanced.

"It's out," Jiang San hung on Jiuli coquettishly, "I came back to find you as soon as possible,"

"Do you still want me to say thank you?" Jiuli hugged Jiang San's waist and let him sit comfortably in her arms.

"No, no, why do we need to be so formal?" He leaned his head on Jiuli, without any outside energy, and instead took the script of a spoiled little prince.

"Of course we don't need it. Why don't you tell me what you did?" Jiuli played with Jiang San's long hair with her fingertips.

"I just went there to say a few words. I was very friendly," Jiang San described in detail what he had done in the Jiang family. He was so excited and proud when he spoke.

"My dear wife, I felt that I was very capable at that time." Jiang San blinked his eyes, looking like a dog asking for praise.

"You are already very capable and have good taste, otherwise how could you choose me?" Jiuli thinks you are the best, "But isn't this a bit of a warning?"

"What does the wife mean?" Jiang San's eyes turned, "If we don't alert the enemy, how can he reveal his true colors?"

"You did a good job, but," Jiuli whispered in Jiang San's ear, "it's possible that a desperate dog will do something desperate."

"What about us?" Jiang San understood. "I understand."

"Know what? I didn't say anything," Jiuli chuckled. "It's time for dinner.

"Wife~" Jiang San pulled Jiuli's sleeve, "What do you know? I'm curious, right?"

"What can I know?" Jiuli walked forward unmoved, looking back innocently, "How can I know?"

"Really don't know?" Jiang San was puzzled. Never mind. If the enemy comes, we will fight back. If the water comes, we will block it with earth. She will not watch him get into trouble. So he simply followed her and asked, "What are we going to eat?"

"Eat," he stopped and waited for Jiang San to come over.

"Of course I know it's dinner. I was wondering what we're going to eat?" Jiang San rolled his eyes. "Wife, you just tease me. Anyway, I'll know it later even if you don't tell me."

"Did you learn embroidery today?" Jiuli asked, tilting her head.

Embroidery? Jiang San looked a little embarrassed. He had forgotten that there was embroidery waiting for him to learn.

"Not yet. I will learn it tomorrow," Jiang San set a time for himself. "I am so smart that I will learn it in no time. From now on, all the scent bags on my wife will be given to me."

The more confident you are now, the more regretful you will be later.

"You are so smart, you will definitely learn quickly," Jiuli hid her eyes that wanted to watch the show, and was full of trust.

"I think so too," Jiang San held his head high with a confident look. When he saw that the embroidered mandarin ducks looked like two sparrows, he felt that he must not have worked hard enough.

"Then go to bed early tonight, and concentrate on learning embroidery tomorrow. I have also invited an old teacher for you. Meet him in a few days. It won't be the same as the last one." Jiuli said softly.

"Okay then, I just get a headache after reading those books." Jiang San rubbed his head, "But I will learn."

"If you really don't want to learn, just tell me. I won't force you. I'm the only one who can tell you your rules, right?" He stroked Jiang San's hair and said, "Eat more fish. I just bought some today."

Jiang San ate seriously and enjoyed himself. He ate all the dishes that Jiuli brought for him and touched his stomach with satisfaction. He really came to a blessed place and he had to be better to his wife.

After the meal, they both went to bed early.

The next morning, Jiang Sanli stayed in bed and refused to get out.

"My dear wife, I want to lie down for a while," he said with a hoarse tone, hugging the quilt, revealing his fair cheeks.

"You've been lying down for a long time, and now you're so cold. What are you going to do if you wait any longer?" Jiuli sat on the bed, holding you and the quilt in her arms, "Would you like to get up and have breakfast?"

"I don't want to eat. I'm so sleepy." He turned over and nestled in Jiuli's arms. "I'll get up later, okay?"

"Okay, you continue to sleep," Jiuli bent down and kissed him on the forehead, tucked him into the quilt, got up and left the room.

When Jiuli met Qingnu coming towards her, she gestured to him to go into the study if he had anything to say.

Qingnu glanced around and stretched out his hands everywhere to indicate, don't worry, they are all there, there is no need to worry about anyone coming in.

"Master, the prefecture has sent a message by carrier pigeon," Qingnu handed the letter to Jiuli and stood beside her, "Also, the people Jiang Sheng followed have changed, and now they are all Jiang Sheng's people."

Jiuli took the letter and glanced at it, her expression unchanged.

"There are also people in the court who want to wipe out the descendants of Feiying Mansion and completely turn it into a capital city of Huanglin Dynasty. Most people are competing for the position of guarding it." Qingnu continued.

"The young prince of Yuling Kingdom came to our dynasty, intending to form an alliance through marriage, and the eldest princess chose the second princess," he continued to report.

"It's not a good time to take sides too early," Jiuli tapped the table with her fingertips, "Have people keep a close eye on them, and keep the former dynasty's personnel in a low profile as much as possible. Loyalty to the emperor is what they should do, right?"

"Master is right," Qingnu nodded, "Should we delay the matter of the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion for a few days? Zhengfu,

Now let's not talk about whether the master will be thrown out to sleep in the study room in the future? Thinking of this, Qingnu was secretly looking forward to it and excited, but the master husband has always been a gentle person, so it shouldn't be the case, right? ? ?

"Some things being too smooth is not necessarily a good thing. We should add some hardships appropriately. Things that are lost and recovered are the ones we cherish the most, right?" Jiuli seemed to have said nothing, but she said everything.

"I understand," Qingnu nodded and showed a villain-like smile. Duke Zhenguo, please welcome your surprise.

"Where is the Master?" Jiuli stretched out her hand to warm the brazier, moved her fingers slightly, and then spread out the rice paper.

"It will take about seven days to reach Taohua Village," Qingnu thought about the letter delivered today and calculated.

"Well, we must make sure that the Master lives comfortably," Jiuli picked up the pen and was about to write but put it back, "When I followed my husband to the Jiang family yesterday, did you see what those two people said afterwards?"

"This is a record of the conversation between those two people. Please take a look at it, master." Qingnu handed the note to Jiuli.

Jiuli just took a look and threw it into the brazier.

"It's time for Taohua Village to change its village chief, don't you think?" Jiuli casually decided the ending for the village chief.

"My master's meaning is my subordinate's meaning," Qingnu chuckled. He would do his best to follow his master's orders.