Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

The complacent King Xiang was holding a grand banquet. Most of the courtiers who were dependent on him sat down and talked. During the banquet, various popular topics were constantly brought up, which made King Xiang very happy. He did not realize that there was any problem.

The news of collusion with court officials reached the palace almost on the same day. Yu Yan transformed himself into a cleaning master at night. All items in the palace were smashed, and he even summoned the imperial physician.

Life expectancy is not long to begin with, and this makes things worse.

"Your Highness Prince Xiang, although no one can block your brilliance now, His Majesty's mind can change at any time." After the banquet, the core members of Prince Xiang's camp gathered together for a small meeting to celebrate the upcoming success.

"What do you mean?" King Xiang hadn't come to his senses yet. When he looked over, he found that it was his husband's adoptive mother, and he trusted her more. "I just need to try my best to suppress King Yan."

"Prove to everyone that I am the most suitable heir and take over the throne from my mother."

Her words were full of confidence. Now, apart from Prince Yan, she had no rival. Moreover, her power in the court was much stronger than that of Prince Yan. How could she fail?

"That's wrong. We follow His Highness, and naturally we hope to share the responsibility with His Highness." The words were very beautiful. "Now that His Highness is highly valued, it is not safe."

"Instead of waiting for others to give things to Your Highness, why not?" Hezhou, who was inserted by Jiuli, took a look at Qin Da, the mother-in-law of Prince Xiang, and wondered if she was a colleague?

How could he sow discord and instigate better than himself? Then he put forward his own opinion, and saw Qin Da looked at him, and that look seemed to say that she was a confidant.

"Don't say this anymore. I won't agree to it," King Xiang refused sternly.

But his heart was beating faster and faster, and he was obviously concerned about this opinion. He didn't dare to think about it anymore and waved his hand.

"You all step back and let me think about it carefully." King Xiang rubbed his forehead. This bold idea seemed to have grown in his heart and popped up from time to time.

As soon as Hezhou walked out of the door, Qin Da dragged him to drink.

"We are kindred spirits," Qin Da laughed, "how about our two families becoming in-laws?" She suddenly straightened her expression.

"I don't have any children at home," Hezhou refused. How could she have children when she wasn't married? Even if she did, it wouldn't work.

"That's such a pity. Let's have a drink," Qin Da urged people to drink enthusiastically, seemingly having other ideas in mind.

"I can't hold my liquor, sir," Hezhou drank two cups and shook his head, "I'll take my leave now."

He staggered back to the He Mansion, and came to his senses as soon as he entered the room. He picked up a pen and wrote a sentence on the glutinous rice paper with a deep color in his eyes.

In a blink of an eye, Jiuli and Jiang San had been in Xishan for half a month.

"My dear wife, what did you find out? Why do you look so unhappy?" Jiang San applied ointment on his arm.

"It's nothing. I'll ask a doctor to come and take a look at you." Jiuli threw the secret letter into the water. The ink spread out to form a black area, and it was impossible to see clearly what was written.

"My dear wife, please help me rub it. I can't reach it." Jiang San handed the ointment in his hand to Jiuli, then lay aside, revealing his beautiful back, which was as smooth and white as cold jade.

But it was covered with blue and red colors as if it had been beaten. Jiuli took the ointment and bent down to kiss the back.

"Wife~" Jiang San froze, "Don't,"

"Where did you get hit? So serious?" He stretched out his hand and slowly applied the ointment. "What did you do behind my back?"

"I didn't do anything," Jiang San frowned, holding the soft pillow with both hands, and tilted his head to reveal his beautiful and delicate collarbone, "It seems that I was fooling around with my wife yesterday and accidentally bumped into it."

"How could it be like this?" After applying the ointment, he held Jiang San in his arms, "Are there other places like this?"

"No, I thought my wife was too strong," Jiang San lowered his head, looking a little embarrassed, "My wife, please be gentler next time. If you keep going like this, I won't be able to see anyone."

"I've got it," Jiuli's face darkened slightly, and she placed her fingertips on Jiang San's wrist, "What kind of ointment are you using? It smells really good."

"Where is the ointment? I never use that," Jiang San looked back, "When did my wife learn how to heal people?"

"But did you see something?" Noticing the fingers on his wrist, Jiang San pulled his clothes to cover his shoulders.

"It's okay. Maybe my medical skills are not good enough." Jiuli touched Jiang San's forehead. "You are in good health. You just need to replenish your body."

"Where do I need to replenish myself?" Jiang Santeng sat up suddenly, then fell down again, holding his waist, "It hurts."

He reached out to catch Jiang San who was falling over and pinched his waist.

"You're already like this, don't you need to make up for it?" Jiuli put the person down and lay down beside him. "I'm really afraid of the day,"

"I need to replenish myself. I'll eat whatever my wife gives me, okay?" Jiang San rolled into Jiuli's arms. "Do you think I've been infected? Otherwise, how could this happen?"

As he spoke, his eyes were still fixed on Jiuli. Then he thought of Qing Li who was following him and knew some medical skills. He felt relieved. He should not have been infected, right?

And since Qing Qing had checked all three meals a day before eating, it shouldn't be so unlucky, right? But this didn't make sense.

"Don't worry, you're fine," Jiuli consoled him, "You just ate something wrong, just take good care of yourself."

"Did you eat something wrong?" Jiang San looked at Jiuli suspiciously. He had a feeling that this was not an ordinary thing. "I would have known it even if you didn't tell me." He looked away and pretended.

"I'll tell you if you promise me that I won't be angry," Jiuli thought about it. In order to avoid this man getting angry with her, it would be better to say it out loud. She had been on guard before, and it would not be good for him to protect him too well.

"Yes, I promise I won't be angry. I know that my wife is the best." Jiang San nodded repeatedly and hugged Jiuli and acted coquettishly.

"Wealthy families train male servants to have skin as white as snow, but the slightest touch will leave red marks all over their bodies," Jiuli's eyes were gloomy, "usually they are the young masters who are favored by their husbands."

"Wife?" Jiang San's face turned pale, thinking of Jiang Mu's eyes that were always hesitant to speak. He was the head husband of the family, so how could he not know such things? No wonder he was so nice to him!

"Just take two doses of medicine, I'll take care of those things," Jiuli lowered her head and interlocked her fingers with Jiang Sanshi, her eyes gentle.

"I believe in my wife," Jiang San nuzzled into Jiuli's arms, "My wife doesn't have to show mercy on me."

"No," he said calmly, but with murderous intent behind it, "How about giving him a taste of his own medicine?"

"Okay, okay," Jiang San nodded, his eyes filled with anticipation and anticipation, "I'm looking forward to it."