Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

"Wife, why are you here?" After hearing the voice, Jiang San finished embroidering the last stitch, bit off the silk thread in his hand, and then looked at Jiuli, "Have you finished talking with Master Cui?" He was inexplicably nervous.

"We're done talking. Do you still have an answer to me about whether you want to make one every year? Don't try to change the subject." Jiuli sat next to them and glanced at the snacks on the table.

"Of course I don't want it," Jiang San stretched out his hand. "Look, my finger has been pierced by this one. If I get another one, I'll have a hole in it. Won't my wife feel sorry for me?"

"How can I not feel sorry for you? If I don't feel sorry for you, do I have other people?" Jiuli said, holding Jiang San's wrist and observing it carefully. "I don't see many wounds."

"Such a minor wound would have healed long ago," Jiang San rolled his eyes, "My dear wife, how could I not know that you care about me?"

"You have to love me better in the future," he stretched out his hand and tied the sachet around Jiuli's waist, "It really looks better on you. As for the one with the wild goose, you might as well throw it away." His tone was tentative.

"It's up to you." Jiuli stroked the new sachet.

"You don't even say a few words to me, are you planning to marry someone new?" Jiang San moved his buttocks and turned his back to Jiuli, "Master Cui has several young masters who are just suitable."

"What kind of jealousy are you feeling?" Jiuli leaned forward and straightened Jiang San's body. "What does it have to do with me that Master Cui has several young masters in his family?"

"Then what were you talking about in the study today? Even Qingnu didn't go in, let alone say you were reading." Jiang San spoke sullenly, his eyes lowered and his words full of grievance.

"How can a village chief like me be worthy of someone like you? It's inevitable that people will look down on me. Who knows, I might have to step down and let someone else take over." Jiang San glanced at him.

Cui Wanjun: Today is another day when our reputation is damaged.

"You are very outstanding, but you can't let your imagination run wild. What does their family have to do with me?" Jiuli rubbed Jiang San's forehead helplessly. This is why he likes to let his imagination run wild.

Maybe it's because he feels insecure. It's all Jiang's father and mother's fault for raising him badly. It would be better to find them something to do later. There is too much money saved at home, so we might as well rob the rich and help the poor.

"How would I know?" Jiang San blinked.

"You are my only husband," he assured again, "Mr. Cui's daughter has already been promised to someone else."

"That's fine, I thought you didn't want me anymore," Jiang San threw himself into Jiuli's arms, showing weakness and a bit of coquettishness.

"Yes," Jiuli patted Jiang San on the back.

"Then I'm relieved." Jiang San's emotions came and went quickly, "What are we having for lunch later?"

"I've prepared your favorite spicy shredded chicken and mutton soup. Would you like to come with me for dinner now?" Jiuli asked.

"Of course, I can eat three bowls. Now I feel so hungry." Jiang San touched his stomach.

"Then eat more later." Jiuli led Jiang San to the main hall, "Master Cui and I discussed that you need to learn a lot."

"A little more? Why?" Jiang San had a look of confusion on his face. Wasn't what he had learned now enough?

"Have you forgotten that you are not a biological child of the Jiang family? Wouldn't it be embarrassing if you don't know how to do anything when you go back?" Jiuli said bluntly.

"I have a wife." Jiang San's face was full of pride.

"Yes, yes, you have me," Jiuli said helplessly, "But you still have to learn what you should learn, don't think about leaving anyone behind."

"Okay." Jiang San pursed his lips and smiled again, "I'm so smart that I must learn quickly, right?"

"That's right." Jiuli poked Jiang San's forehead with her fingertips, "But now Jiang Jiang has to go out to eat with me."

"Okay," Jiang San's fingers fell along Jiuli's arm and held her hand, "I'm lucky to have dinner with my wife."

Everyone was very satisfied with the meal. After that, Jiang San began to learn new things in many aspects and became the most talented young master in Cui Wanjun's words. He would be a good match even in Beijing.

As time went by, the longevity lock was also spread to the capital.

The secret guard of the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion holding the longevity lock entered the study and handed the box to the Duke of Zhenguo.

It was snowing outside, and Jiang Sheng was sent outside by His Majesty, so he missed this very crucial news.

Jiang Sheng realized it, but he just thought it was his mother's way of dealing with him for not being obedient and getting involved in the court disputes, and he didn't take it seriously. By the time he realized it, it was already too late.

"Sir, this is the longevity lock collected from Taohua Village in Mingfeng Town, Xingze City. It is very similar to the one Miss Hesheng had back then." The secret guard half-crouched on the ground, his heart surging.

The one Miss Sheng had didn’t look like it was made of enough gold, but this one was different. It shone brightly under the sun. The South China Sea Pearl was one of the dowries given to the husband by the late emperor.

Duke Zhenguo Jiang Wan took out the longevity lock from the box and examined it carefully. It was a red rope instead of the golden chain from the past, and it had been stained with traces of time.

Jiang Wan personally examined each of the seven treasures and could tell at a glance that these were the ones she had hung on her child back then.

Without even a glance, she followed His Majesty to the battle, and when she came back, he thought she was just a little girl.

"Who sent it?" Jiang Wan closed her eyes, and opened them again with extreme ruthlessness, her voice choked with sobs. It was she who failed to protect her child. The longevity lock in her fingertips turned white.

"It's a farming family in Taohua Village. There are three daughters and two sons in the family. Their surname is Jiang," said the secret guard as he handed over the sketched portrait, looking respectful as he waited for instructions.

Unfolding the portrait, Jiang Wan took a look and felt her blood boiling. She said, how could someone treat her stepson so well?

"According to his age, he should be a boy. A boy is fine too," Jiang Wan muttered softly, and then his expression turned cold.

"Is there any movement from Stepmother and Miss Sheng?" Jiang Wan's eyes were gloomy and filled with murderous intent.

"Madam is trying every means to get Miss Sheng back. As for Miss Sheng, she is still outside contacting people for the second princess." The secret guard spoke in a serious tone without any emotion.

"After the spring, you will personally bring people to pick up the young master," Jiang Wan said with a look of joy, "ask the housekeeper to come in."

"Yes." The secret guard climbed out of the window in an unusual way. Wait, did she forget to report something?

The two young masters of the Jiang family are married! You know, the Duke of Zhenguo Jiang Wan is the one who cares most about his reputation.

Forget it, let’s talk about it next time. At worst, I can say that she was in a hurry to come back and report, so she didn’t check it carefully. That’s it.

The housekeeper thought he had done something wrong, and was very nervous when he came in, thinking about other things.

"Clean up Wanyue Courtyard and prepare some jewelry that the young master will like. If you don't have it, go buy it," Jiang Wan said everything he could think of.

"Yes." The butler looked surprised and walked out absent-mindedly.