Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

"I am like this because of my wife's support. My wife can't abandon Jiang Jiang," Jiang San rested his chin on Jiuli's shoulder and spoke in a long tone. He no longer looked shy as he did when they first met. Instead, he looked cheerful and lively.

"No one would want you if I didn't want you. You are my most important treasure," Jiuli thought it would be better to take the person to her side. She thought it would give those people more reminders so that they would remember that she got married a few years ago.

"How important is it?" Jiang San asked subconsciously and laughed out loud, "Wife, you just know how to coax me," acting coquettishly.

"If you keep going like this, we won't have to go out today," Jiuli poked Jiang San's forehead, "Change your clothes."

"I'll be there right away. How could I not go out? I finally waited for the opportunity to go out alone," Jiang San climbed up from Jiuli's legs and went to change clothes.

After Jiang San walked away, Qing Nu came in.

"Your Highness," Qing Nu took a step back slightly.

"Is it arranged?" Jiuli turned the beads in her hand.

"It has been arranged, but Your Highness, why don't you just find someone to take over the job? And give Prince Xiang a chance to make a contribution?" This will not be helpful in the fight for position.

"That person wants to see an evenly matched opponent, right?" Jiuli touched the beads in her hand nonchalantly, "Put more pressure on King Xiang, and the Five Cities Military Division will be just right for it."

"I understand," Qingnu's eyes lit up, "Do you want to ask a few adults to come and discuss the specific plan?"

"Give this to them and bring it back to me tomorrow," Jiuli pulled out a few sheets of rice paper from the side.

"Yes," Qingnu thought that her Highness had figured everything out, and then replied, "Everything has been arranged at Xishan, and we are just waiting for your Highness and Zhengfu to go and play."

"The people in various places should continue to hide and make way for King Xiang." Waiting for a few years to ascend the throne? That was not what she wanted.

"Yes," Qingnu rubbed her hands together, they could finally take action, and the path to promotion was right in front of them.

Jiang San, who had just changed into riding gear, only had time to see Qing Nu's back as she left, and he felt extremely happy just by looking at her.

"My dear wife, isn't Qingnu here to protect you?" Jiang San quickly threw himself into Jiuli's arms and asked in confusion.

"Let her do something, and we'll see tomorrow," Jiuli explained, "But I'd rather only hear my name from Jiang Jiang, and no one else's."

"Wife~" Jiang San looked away. This man was still so possessive, the kind that made others blush and their hearts beat fast. "Let's set off quickly, otherwise we may not arrive at night."

"It's up to you," Jiuli took Jiang San out.

It was already the hour of You when the two men arrived at the Xishan Horseback Archery Field. Jiang San, who seldom rode a horse, looked tired.

"My wife is so tired, even more tired than fighting against others." Sitting in the room, Jiang San stretched out his hand pitifully, with red at the end of his beautiful eyes, "I want a hug."

"Your legs hurt?" Jiuli opened her arms and hugged the person.

"It hurts a lot," Jiang San pursed his lips, his tone full of grievance, "it's all because of you," he glanced sideways, he could have come here in a carriage.

If his wife hadn't insisted on riding a horse, he wouldn't have become like this. He rubbed his legs, they almost didn't belong to him.

"How can it be so painful when I come here by carriage?" He complained softly, pulling Jiuli's sleeve again, "Where do you want to go?"

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to get you some ointment." Jiuli turned around and touched Jiang San's head. "You sit there and wait."

"Then you have to come back soon," Jiang San nodded to show his understanding. He really had to apply the medicine, otherwise it would be difficult for him to walk, let alone ride a horse tomorrow. There was anticipation in his eyes.

Jiang San, who was alone in the room, unbuttoned his outer robe and looked at his legs, which had caused a small blister. Jiuli came in from outside and saw Jiang San sitting there in a daze.

"What's wrong?" Jiuli put down the ointment and asked softly.

"My dear wife, do you think it will leave scars?" Jiang San looked up at Jiuli and said with tears in his eyes.

He pointed to a group of small blisters on his thigh, which were so densely packed that they were particularly conspicuous against his fair skin.

"Why didn't you say so earlier when it's already like this? Why are you trying to be brave?" Jiuli's eyes changed slightly, a little guilty, "It won't leave scars. I'll ask the Imperial Hospital to research the best medicine for you."

"I can't go horse racing with my wife now," Jiang San was dejected. He was not so pampered before, but now he seemed to be getting more pampered. Could it be that the feng shui of the capital city was good for him?

"It's more important to take care of yourself first, just bear with it," Jiuli glared at Jiang San unhappily and pricked the blister.

"It hurts," Jiang San pinched Jiuli's skirt with his fingertips, and he was trembling a little, "Wife, please be gentle."

"Okay," Jiuli responded, slowing down her movements.

When Jiang San was wrapped in gauze, he looked no different from when he was fished out of the water. If you didn't know, you might think that the two men had done something here, but in fact, they did nothing.

"My dear wife, when will I get better?" Jiang San leaned on the soft pillow and looked at the thick layer of gauze on his legs.

"It will take a few days. You've worn yourself out so much." Jiuli looked suspicious. "I remember that you didn't wear your skin out so easily when you were in Taohua Village. You could still ride a horse."

"I don't know either. It may be the Feng Shui of the capital city that makes me more and more pampered." Jiang San disagreed. It is normal to have some changes if you eat well and use things well.

"This is not necessarily squeamish," Jiuli curled her lips, with a cold smile, "You don't have to worry about it, I'll have someone check it out."

If nothing happens, it's fine. If something happens, it can be remedied.

"Well, then my wife can't hide it from me," Jiang San reminded him, taking the teacup beside him and drinking some water.

"Is there anything you want to eat? I'll give you some nourishment." Jiuli glanced at the blanket thrown on the ground.

"Let's eat chicken?" Jiang San blurted out, "Anything is fine, I'm not picky." His eyes were full of anticipation.

"Okay, I'll have someone do it for you," Jiuli casually threw a chicken-shaped sign into the pipe on the side.

"Is this all right?" Jiang San looked at it again and again like a curious baby, but couldn't figure out why.

"It's okay, just wait for someone to send it over." Jiuli clapped her hands and glanced at Jiang San's exposed legs.

"My dear wife, what are you looking at?" Jiang San subconsciously pulled the blanket over his legs, with a shy look on his face.

"It looks good. No need to cover it. Proper ventilation is good for the wound," Jiuli looked at it unscrupulously and praised.

"I understand," Jiang San nodded. So that's how it is, but why did he feel something was weird?