Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

Jiuli flipped through a page of a miscellaneous book, then lazily glanced up, her eyes revealing a look of intent to say whatever she wanted to say.

"You asked me to come all the way here to teach your husband literature. Are you planning to train a male champion?" Cui Wanjun leaned back in her chair, smiling teasingly, "As far as I know, the King of Yan has always been cold-hearted. When did you become romantic?"

"Are you still the King of Yan who was capable of planning and had ambitions for the throne?" Cui Wanjun said bluntly.

Without waiting for Jiuli to speak, he continued.

"I remember that you didn't like this type before. You liked the son of the prime minister in the capital, didn't you? How can you change your mind so easily? You can't be irresponsible to him, can you?"

"If this young master had a bad temper, he might have just committed suicide," Cui Wanjun crossed her legs and looked at Jiuli, "If you don't want me, I can find him a suitable one anyway."

Jiuli's eyes suddenly became fierce. She had said that this thing was up to no good, so was he planning to steal her away?

"Don't even think about it," Jiuli glanced over, "and be clear about your identity. You are only here to teach people, not to kidnap people to be your disciples," her tone was flat.

"And I don't know where you heard these rumors from," Jiuli's eyes turned cold, "But I have no relationship with the Prime Minister, and I don't like those who are arrogant and cruel, let alone those who are responsible."

Cui Wanjun scratched her ears. What is she saying? It wasn't like this back then? But a bloody storm broke out in the capital. You said you didn't have any feelings for him?

No, who would believe this if I told others???

"Really not interested? You little girl never tells the truth. You were my student before, so there is nothing you can't tell me," Cui Wanjun sat up straight, full of gossip.

"Of course not. I don't seem to be such a superficial person?" Jiuli said nonchalantly, "So you are here to question me? It seems that you are very satisfied with this little apprentice I gave you?"

"She's hardworking and sensible, much better than those little girls. How can I not be satisfied?" Cui Wanjun crossed her legs and didn't move. "How can this be considered a question?"

"At most, I am testing my apprentice's future wife. I don't acknowledge your relationship," Cui Wanjun continued to speak nonchalantly, but from a distance.

"Whether you admit it or not, it will have any impact?" Jiuli didn't care much, "Your master hasn't reached that point yet."

These words made Cui Wanjun's eyes change slightly.

"You really are," he shook his head, "If you have time to come here and talk about my problems, why don't you think about how to confess to Young Master Jiang, how did a noble become a royal child?"

She is not a caring and good master, but this man is a caring and good wife? They are both the same, what can we say?

"You, a master of the Eighth Route Army, don't need to worry about this," Jiuli supported his forehead with one hand, "Is this what you came here to talk about?"

"Of course not," Cui Wanjun straightened her expression, "I came to see if this gentle place has smoothed your temper."

"Are you still as decisive as you were in the past? Are you still the ambitious King of Yan?" Cui Wanjun's eyes were chilling. "Are you still worthy of being our master?"

"But now it seems that King Yan is still the heroic ruler."

There was satisfaction in her tone. Not only was the imperial court choosing a princess, she also needed to choose one. Rather than choosing those princesses she was not familiar with, it would be better to choose her apprentice.

Ambition, ability, and skill are all there.

"Your master?" Jiuli's eyes turned, "Your master can only be His Majesty, right?"

"Of course," Cui Wanjun knew it in her heart, "The Cui family is only loyal to Your Majesty," and she emphasized the word "Your Majesty" in her tone.

"I will pretend I have never heard of this matter," Jiuli pulled out a red sandalwood box from under the table, "I have heard that the Grand Master likes the pattern of harmony and ruyi the most. This jade pendant was a gift from that year."

"I'm no longer a tutor, just a teacher," Cui Wanjun said, and indeed did not refuse Jiuli's jade pendant.

"Just because it's not the case now doesn't mean it won't be the case in the future, right?" Jiuli had a smile on her face, without any trace of the energy she had just shown.

"I appreciate your good words, Your Highness." Cui Wanjun's eyes lit up.

"Please take more care of Jiang Jiang's knowledge." Jiuli changed the subject casually, as if asking the teacher a normal question.

"Master Yu, don't worry. I will do my best." Cui Wanjun bent down slightly, feeling excited.

Even if they are not familiar with each other in name, they have to acknowledge each other's relationship in private. Maybe in the future she can train a royal husband!

It was already noon when the two came out of the study. Jiang San, who came over with the embroidery tent, threw herself into Jiuli's arms with tears in her eyes.

"My dear wife," his voice was filled with grievance, "It's so difficult. My hands have been pricked several times." He stretched out his hand.

"Take your time, there's no rush." ​​Jiuli stroked Jiang San's hair and pressed him into her arms, "Come out first, the master is here."

"Hello, sir," Jiang San looked up from Jiuli's arms. He originally thought that Cui Wanjun was lying to him, but when he turned his head, he saw Cui Wanjun looking at him with an indescribable expression. He quickly stood up.

"Hello to you too." Cui Wanjun wanted to perform a disappearing trick. She had just said that this disciple had learned very well.

"Okay, let's go eat first. We don't have classes today." Jiuli glanced at Cui Wanjun and was very suspicious whether she had done something, otherwise why would Jiang San be so obedient now?

Cui Wanjun spread her hands, asking if she dared???

Following Jiuli, she walked towards the main hall. She had long wanted to try Prince Yan’s food. It should be very good, right?

Otherwise, Jiang San would always mention her. But Jiang San's name is not very nice, why not change it? Or is there something he is hiding from her? Forget it, eating is more important.

During the meal, Cui Wanjun was fed mouthful of dog food. She didn't eat much but just felt full.

I didn't stay long in the afternoon and went straight back to my room.

"My dear wife, what do you think of the two bamboos I embroidered?"

After dinner, Jiuli and Jiang San lay side by side on the chaise longue. Jiuli read some books while Jiang San fiddled with the embroidery thread.

Jiuli responded and looked towards the embroidery frame in Jiang San's hand. The two clumps of green bamboo embroidered on it were lifelike. Jiuli raised her eyebrows.

"The embroidery is very good. Did you embroider this?" Jiuli expressed her doubt. How could the mandarin ducks be embroidered into ducks and this be embroidered?

"Of course I embroidered it. Could it be someone else's?" Jiang San looked aggrieved, then proud. "I never said I was bad at drawing."

"Draw this first, and then cover it on the embroidery frame. Be careful, and I will embroider it. Doesn't it look good?" Jiang San smiled proudly, as if showing off.