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Jiuli silently patted Jiang San on the back to calm him down so that he wouldn't burst out laughing later. Jiang San looked back at Jiuli with sparkling eyes and tucked himself into Jiuli's arms.

"My dear wife, they are so unlucky. I don't think they will recover in ten days or half a month." Jiang San started to think of a bad idea again.

"It will take a hundred days to heal your broken bones. You don't have to worry about the rest." Jiuli directly extended it to a hundred days.

"Then I'll wait," Jiang San stretched out his tone.

"I won't let you down," Jiuli chuckled. It would only be fair if he let Jiang's father and mother taste all the hardships he had suffered.

"Well, I'll trouble my wife in this case," Jiang San hugged Jiuli, "If I go home, can I still see my wife every day?"

"Of course I can." Jiuli thought that at worst she could suffer a little and make two more trips to the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion every night.

It was a very good day with a cloudless sky and bright sunshine. The housekeeper sent by the Duke of Zhenguo to pick someone up came to the Jiang family after asking at the entrance of the village. As soon as he entered the door, he was shocked to see chicken shit all over the floor.

He stood there with his face turning pale and blue, holding a handkerchief to his nose, and motioned to the people next to him to go in and let the person out.

In this environment, she couldn't even imagine what kind of person her young master would be raised to be. Oh my God, she felt a darkness before her eyes.

The woman next to her turned sideways and pointed at herself. Me?

"Erya, what are you talking about? I'll give you two more taels of silver later." Butler Jiang kicked the other person on the butt.

Erya turned her head away. The two taels of silver were enough for her to have two good meals. She pinched her nose and walked into the room. After a round look, she saw two people lying on the bed and nothing else.

"Butler, there's no young master in there." Erya thought to herself, did we miss some news? ? ?

The housekeeper's expression changed in a second. What do you mean no one? Where did the people go?

He asked the village gossips again, specifically referring to the newly appointed village chief Laba and Liu Si.

The housekeeper standing in front of the Yu Mansion felt her eyes go dark. What the hell was going on? Why did she get married out of the blue? She felt like she would be beaten to death if she went back.

I saw Qing Shi coming out, huh? I don't know him, don't marry a village woman, and don't show anything on your face.

"Sister, is your husband the third son of the Jiang family?" Erya asked, pinching her nose.

Zhi Qingshi quickly took a step back and said, "If you don't want to talk, then talk. Stay away from her. She smells like chicken shit. Ugh."

"Do you have something to do?" After Qing Shi stood up, he thought that this should be the person the boss mentioned who came to pick someone up from the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion?

How could it be so easy for them to take me away? Haha.

"Yes, yes, your husband is the child of our adults," Erya looked around and went straight to the point.

Wrong one? Liu Si, who followed, widened his eyes. This must be a good thing. He must spread the word and see how Jiang's mother would say that Jiang San was unfilial.

Without much fuss outside, Qing Shi led him in.

Jiang San sat in the corridor pretending to embroider. The red gold shells and pearl wind chimes hanging in the corridor rang with the wind.

Jiuli stood behind Jiang San, holding a cat that she had just bought from outside in her arms, and they looked extremely harmonious.

"My dear wife," Jiang San raised his head, stretched out his hand to hold the cat in his arms, stroked it twice, and squinted his eyes in satisfaction.

"What do you want me to do?" Jiuli looked at Jiang San gently while he was holding the cat and petting it. "Are you bored? Or do you want to see something else?"

"No, I seemed to hear a guest coming." Jiang San narrowed his eyes, "My wife, don't say you don't know."

"There are guests coming," Jiuli pointed to the distance.

Qing Shi led Butler Jiang to walk over here. Butler Jiang narrowed his eyes. Why did he feel like she had seen the young master's wife before?

"Master, these people said that they were sent by the master's mother to pick us up." Qing Shi stood behind Jiuli with a calm look.

"My name is Jiang Shu, nice to meet you, young master." Housekeeper Jiang saw Jiang San holding a cat at a glance. His face was almost exactly the same as her previous husband's. She would never make a mistake.

As for Jiuli who was standing at the back, she was completely ignored by Butler Jiang, whose whole heart and eyes were on Jiang San.

"Wife?" Jiang San knew the answer but was confused. He looked up at Jiuli and pretended to be ignorant. "What is she saying? Why can't I understand? Aren't my parents in the village?"

"Then I'm not sure," Jiuli bent down cooperatively, "Maybe I made a mistake. How could Jiang Jiang not be their child?" Her tone was slightly raised with a hint of sarcasm.

Butler Jiang scratched his head and explained for a long time, and finally made Jiang San believe that he was related to the Duke of Zhenguo by blood.

"Then I will reluctantly believe you. However, you said she is my mother, why didn't she come to pick me up in person?" Jiang San nodded and asked his own question.

"The state minister is very busy, but he has cleaned up Wanyue Courtyard for the young master in advance. Doesn't he want to go back and take a look?" Butler Jiang described the matter in detail, feeling that it was really difficult to take care of a child.

"Is that so?" Jiang San suddenly realized, "She really cares about me," he lowered his head and a smile appeared at the corners of his lips.

"Of course, your Excellency has only one son, the young master, so it's no exaggeration to say that he is as precious as a jewel," said Butler Jiang. "I wonder when the young master will go back with his subordinates?"

Jiang San turned around and threw himself into Jiuli's arms, yawning, as if to say, "I'm very sleepy and don't want to bother with you."

"Wife, I'm tired," Jiang San pretended to close his eyes, his hands still around Jiuli's waist, "Let's talk tomorrow."

Qing Shi quickly covered housekeeper Jiang's mouth and pulled him out, and Jiang San, who was originally drowsy, woke up.

"Didn't you just say you were sleepy? Now you're not sleepy anymore?" Jiuli hugged Jiang San and sat on the recliner.

"I can't agree to her too easily. I'm not the one who is eager for it." Master Cui said that others will not cherish things that are too eager for them.

"Jiang Jiang did the right thing, I think so too." Jiuli gestured, "Then let's leave them alone for a few days."

Butler Jiang, who was pushed into the guest room by Qing Shi, was anxious and angry, like an ant on a hot pan. He still did not forget and quickly wrote a letter to Jiang Wan, explaining that the young master had married.

After being left out in the cold for a few days, Butler Jiang appeared to have lost his temper, but secretly he became even more irritated, thinking that when he returned and no longer had the favor, he would be like a piece of shit that could be flattened and kneaded.

In mid-March, the gates of Yu Mansion were closed and the house was deserted.

Compared to the past, it is obviously much slower.

"My dear wife," Jiang San looked at the scenery outside, turned around and nestled in Jiuli's arms, "I'm still a little panicked,"

"Aren't they all the same as you? Why are you so nervous?" Jiuli closed the book in her hand. "You have done a good job these days."

"I will do better." Jiang San encouraged himself.