Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

"It looks great. Our Jiang Jiang is really amazing. He can even think of this." Jiuli rubbed the back of Jiang San's head with a smile. "I'm looking forward to what it will look like when it's done."

"It must be the most beautiful one. My dear wife, just wait and see. You have to wear it every day, otherwise I won't agree with you." Jiang San looked at Jiuli in a pretentious manner.

"I will definitely treasure what you have done, but it's hard work, Jiang Jiang." Jiuli rubbed Jiang San's ears skillfully, and only withdrew her hand when she saw that his ears turned red.

"Who made the sachet for my wife?" Jiang San came closer and saw the pattern on the sachet. He was so jealous that he couldn't help but overturn the jar. "The pattern is a wild goose, which is a good omen."

His speech also became sarcastic and sour.

Jiuli glanced at the sachet in her hand, which should have been from three or four years ago. She frowned. Doesn’t she carry it with her every day?

"It was made by the embroiderer below, right? They all picked some grand patterns, which is normal," Jiuli said nonchalantly, "If you don't like it, I'll just cut it up for you to play with."

"I didn't say I wanted to cut it," Jiang San took the sachet thrown to him and took a quick look at it. The embroidery was indeed better than his own.

"I will only wear the ones you choose from now on," Jiuli held Jiang San's hand and patted the back of his hand, "What's there to be jealous about?"

"That's more like it," Jiang San raised his head proudly, "My dear wife, please don't think I'm easy to fool. I'm very smart."

"Yes, yes, you are the smartest," Jiuli agreed.

"My dear wife," Jiang San put down the embroidery stand and came close to Jiuli, "I want to ask Father and Mother Jiang, am I their biological child? Why do they want to take action again and again?"

Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs, so why were they so cruel to do this to me, over and over again, without end.

"Let Qingyi go with you tonight," Jiuli patted Jiang San on the shoulder, "It doesn't matter if you don't tell us, we will find out eventually, after all, truth will come to light."

"I know everything," Jiang San rested his chin on Jiuli's shoulder, with a rare sharpness in his eyes.

He will make sure these things are clear and will never be deceived by anyone.

"I know that my wife is the best to me. I guess she has nothing to hide from me, right?" Jiang San quickly turned his gaze to Jiuli and looked down at the person in front of him.

He has always known that his wife is more than just a noble person. He doesn't understand much but he is not stupid?

Just looking at Mr. Cui who was invited to give him lectures, we can tell that he is not a simple person and he has a rare sense of inferiority in his heart.

He held Jiuli's hands tightly, feeling very insecure.

"What can I hide from you? I will tell you everything I should tell you." Jiuli touched Jiang San's hair.

I was thinking that I had to find a time to tell him, otherwise it would be troublesome if the Duke of Zhenguo came looking for me later.

"That's good," Jiang San smiled softly.

They were chatting in a desultory manner, while Jiang San was concentrating on embroidering the sachet in her hand and Jiuli was reading a book in great harmony.

In the evening, two carrier pigeons flew out from the Yu Mansion, both heading to the capital, but one went to Cui family and the other went to Prince Yan's Mansion in the capital. For a moment, the undercurrent became more and more turbulent.

At night, Jiang San and Jiuli, dressed in black, walked out of Yu Mansion hand in hand, walking on the bluestone path. Only the footsteps of the two could be heard, and no one else could be seen.

The swaying shadows of the trees on both sides give people a strong sense of oppression.

"My dear wife, I'm a little scared," Jiang San held Jiuli's hand tightly, "It's so dark here."

In one second, Jiaojiao becomes the weak and helpless girl who needs to be coaxed, but in fact, she has been walking on this road for years and does not need anyone to accompany her. She can find the right way even with her eyes closed.

"Isn't this what you wanted to come over to ask tonight?" Jiuli knew that the man was pretending, but still held his hand.

"But I didn't know the sky would be so dark today. Do you think it will snow heavily tomorrow?" Jiang San glanced at the weather. "Are you cold? How about we go back?"

"I'm fine, are you cold?" Jiuli gave half of the cloak to Jiang San, "Don't give up halfway when doing anything."

"As for whether it will snow heavily tomorrow, do you want to see snow?"

She lowered her head and hugged Jiang San as she walked forward. Qingnu, who was following in the dark, rolled her eyes and thought to herself, this evil concubine only knows how to seduce their wise and powerful master, look at what this has become?

"No, it's too cold and I don't feel like moving. I haven't written big characters for a long time," Jiang San shook his head and stayed in bed.

"How come you are still so self-righteous? Aren't you afraid that Master Cui will cause trouble for you?" Jiuli looked like he had no way to deal with him.

"I still have a wife." Jiang San said as he snuggled into Jiuli's arms, "How long will it take us to get there?"

"We're almost there. The Jiang family is just past the intersection ahead," Jiuli took a look, "but how do you want to ask?"

"Well," Jiang San was a little distressed. He could use torture to extract a confession after all he had raised him. Otherwise, he would not tell the truth.

Looking at Jiuli for help, "Of course, I will threaten you with the one I care about most, but does my wife have any other good ideas?"

"Then do as Jiang Jiang said," Jiuli did not answer the next sentence with a good idea, because she never used a solution.

If she could just trace back what she wanted to know, she wouldn't need to use such threats. It would be enough if someone knew how to do it.

"My wife trusts me so much," Jiang San smiled happily.

The two of them were already standing at the door of the Jiang family while chatting and laughing. Through the dim candlelight, they could see that Jiang's father and mother were still awake.

There were three figures reflected on the window paper, and it was obvious that there were other people inside besides Jiang's father and mother.

"My dear wife, there are other people here. Should we still take action?" Jiang San began to back down. It was the first time he wanted to attack someone, but he failed.

I hesitated whether to do it next time.

"What are you waiting for?" Jiuli put her arm around Jiang San's waist, moved her feet and landed on the mud roof with Jiang San.

"Wife?" Jiang San hugged Jiuli's waist tightly, fearing that he would be thrown down. When he opened his eyes, he found himself on the roof, his whole body stiff and he dared not move.

"My dear wife, you are so awesome. I didn't know anyone could fly up here directly." His heart was beating so fast that it seemed like it could jump out of his chest. Jiang San lay on Jiuli and spoke in her ear.

The voice was very low, and the hot air sprayed on Jiuli's ears.

"Want to learn?" Jiuli raised her eyebrows, tightened her arms around Jiang San, and spoke in a low voice into Jiang San's ear.

Jiang San moved his body, feeling quite uncomfortable, but was held tight, and the atmosphere between them became more and more ambiguous.

"I want to." Lying in Jiuli's arms, he was so well-behaved that people just wanted to take a bite, "Wife, can you teach me?"