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"It doesn't matter whether you learn or not. I like you as a person, not what you know. Those are just icing on the cake. Even if you don't know anything, I still like you," he held Jiang San in his arms, "but you're better when you're serious."

"My wife always says such sweet words to coax me, saying nothing about likes and dislikes, and she is becoming more and more unruly." Jiang San's face was flushed, and he looked extremely beautiful.

"I'm only so unruly in front of you," Jiuli pinched Jiang San's earlobe, "Look how red you are."

"How dare you say that? I'm blushing all because of you. You made me blush and my heart beat fast," Jiang San said in a low voice. "I don't know how many people you must have fooled in the capital."

"If you say that, I will be sad. I obviously just deceived you. And how can this be called deceiving? I was obviously trying to make my husband happy." Jiuli came closer to Jiang San, "Or are you unhappy now? Your heart is beating very fast."

"Happy," Jiang San lowered his eyes, "Is my wife in a good mood?" Then he raised his eyes and looked at Jiuli.

"It's very good," Jiuli held Jiang San's hand, "I'm so happy after seeing you," How could she be so angry with him? Only incompetent people would go home and lose their temper with their husbands.

"Then come for a walk with me?" Jiang San asked tentatively, "I have been in the palace for so long, and my wife has no time to accompany me."

Also, because he had heard that serving the emperor was like serving a tiger and that there was no love between the royal family, Jiang San no longer had the courage he had before and instead became a little cautious.

"Okay," Jiuli reached out and held Jiang San's hand, interlocking their fingers, "Let's take a good walk here today."

Walking side by side in the Imperial Garden, I have to say that the late emperor had a good aesthetic sense. The Imperial Garden was built on a large scale, with flowers of the four seasons arranged in a regular pattern, and flowers blooming all year round.

No matter from which angle you walk in, you can see the magnificent sight of flowers in full bloom, and Jiang San couldn't take his eyes off.

"If I don't have time in the future, you can come over by yourself. You are also the master," Jiuli scratched Jiang San's palm.

"My dear wife, please stop making trouble. It's itchy." Jiang San shrank his hands but did not retract them. He was obviously in a much better mood than before.

The two of them enjoyed their time alone, while Qing and his group followed behind from a distance, while others went to the front to clear the area.

But even so, it has not been completely eliminated.

"Yanjun, who was favored by the late emperor in his later years, loved dancing the most. There is a Nishang Terrace in this Imperial Garden, not far ahead," Jiuli introduced the Imperial Garden with a smile.

"Anything else? Why haven't I heard of it?" Jiang San's face was full of desire to hear gossip, and he was eager to do something.

"Yes, I'll tell you when I get back," Jiuli smiled helplessly. Why did Jiang San like to listen to these things?

Turning around the corridor, the Nishang Terrace was right in front of us. On top of it, a handsome young man with half his clothes on was dancing the Flying Crane Dance. He tapped his toes lightly and spun and jumped like a white crane, which was extremely beautiful.

When she looked back, her green eyes were filled with a strong exotic charm, and the bells on her body jingled as she moved.

"Wife, is he good-looking?" Jiang San pulled his hand away, his tone full of sourness, and his eyes swept past.

"How do I know whether it looks good or not if I haven't seen it?" Jiuli tilted her head and gave Qingyi a deep look.

Behind Qing Yi, two people came out quickly and walked towards the Nishang Stage. The young man's steps were disordered, but still light.

"Nu Linghe greets the noble lady, may the noble lady be well." Even the angle of kneeling on the ground was chosen deliberately. The voice was crisp, and the frail body looked even more timid after kneeling down.

"Drag him away," Jiuli didn't even look at him, she pulled Jiang San's wrist and walked away in a hurry. She even hugged Jiang San at the end and used light skills to return to Guanju Palace.

Blocking all the pleas for mercy behind him, Qingyi glanced at the beauty kneeling on the ground, and secretly wondered which adult sent this fearless person here? His Majesty has such a bad temper.

"Jiang Jiang," Jiuli carried Jiang San back to Guanju Palace and put him beside the bed, "Are you sulking again?"

"I'm not angry," Jiang San turned his face away angrily, and clenched his hands tightly under his wide sleeves, leaving fingerprints.

"Not angry? Look at your hand, the skin is almost broken." Jiuli gently opened Jiang San's palm and took the ointment.

"Hmph," Jiang San snorted, with a sour taste in his heart, "My dear wife, he seduced you," he said bluntly.

After saying that, he looked at Jiuli's expression seriously.

"Yeah," Jiuli lowered her head and applied ointment on Jiang San's hands.

"Then," why didn't you respond? Jiang San lowered his head in disappointment. Would his wife think he was jealous?

"What are you thinking about again?" Jiuli knew at a glance that Jiang San had started to have wild thoughts again. She sighed and once again felt that Jiang's father and mother were really a nuisance, so she hugged him in her arms.

"I'm not thinking about anything," Jiang San smiled reluctantly. A man like him should be content to be favored by his wife for so many years.

"In my eyes, you are the best, and if someone wants to seduce me, you just push me away? Huh?" He tapped Jiang San's forehead with his fingertips. To say that he is smart is indeed smart, and to say that he is stupid is indeed a fool.

"Then what?" Jiang San covered his forehead and looked at Jiuli resentfully. How could he stop his wife from looking for someone else?

"You really want to push me out? Huh?" Jiuli laughed angrily. When did he become so docile?

Realizing the underlying meaning, Jiang San hugged Jiuli and said, "I don't want to, my wife is mine alone," his words were full of possessiveness and his tone was a little muffled.

"Next time someone comes over here, I'll have them beat them out." Jiang San pursed his lips, with a fierce look in his eyes.

"My dear wife, what do you think of this?" He then asked Jiuli, who was holding him tightly, feeling a little uneasy.

"Okay, I'll do whatever you say." Jiuli chuckled and stroked Jiang San's soft long hair. "Don't worry, you are the only one I value most. As for the others, they don't matter."

"Yeah," Jiang San nodded, as if something had taken root in his heart, "Aren't you tired after walking so far?"

"Tired," Jiuli said, leaning back on the soft pillow.

"Then stay tonight?" Jiang San's fingertips clasped Jiuli's body, his eyebrows curved and his tone was a little coquettish.

"What surprise do you have for me tonight?" Jiuli opened her eyes and looked at Jiang San who had a mysterious look on his face.

"Won't you know when your wife comes? I can't tell you. It won't be so surprising if I tell you," Jiang San said vaguely.

"Then I'll wait for the surprise Jiang Jiang prepares for me," Jiuli's eyes flashed with anticipation, "I'll like it no matter what it is," but she added, worried that Jiang San would worry.

"This time, I guarantee that my wife will like it." Jiang San said with great confidence, "Just wait and see."