The poisonous concubine is very arrogant, making the crippled king blush and his heart beat fast

While the two were talking, they had already arrived at Jiang's dormitory.

Jiang Mengli walked into the bedroom and saw Jiang lying on the couch with her back to the bed. She didn't hear any crying and it was very quiet.

"Grandma, are you asleep?" She walked lightly to the bed.

Jiang stirred, glanced back, and then propped herself up and sat up. Her eyes were red and swollen, and it looked like she had been crying.

"A-Li, come and sit down. Grandma has something to ask you."

"Okay." Jiang Mengli responded and knelt down on his heels in front of her. "Grandma, you can ask whatever you want, but you can't cry anymore. Your eyes are swollen."

Judging from the redness and swelling of her eyes, she must have been crying for quite some time.

His eyes, which were not small to begin with, now look very small, and he speaks with a nasal tone.

Jiang took a sip of tea, took a deep breath, and asked with a nasal tone, "There's no one called Prince Xian in the capital, right? The man you married is Prince Yu, who was once a powerful figure on the battlefield."

The air was quiet for a few breaths, and the grandfather and grandson looked at each other in silence.

After a moment, Jiang Mengli looked away, lowered his eyes and nodded, "Yes, although his title is not the Idle King, he is indeed very idle. He is a good person, so there is no need to care about any title."

If it was just a matter of blocking the account, Jiang would not react so strongly.

Could it be that the Jiang family knew about the feud between the Jiang family and Wen Mohan?

Judging from the fact that Wen Mohan concealed it from the beginning, this might be true.

Hearing this, Jiang said sternly, "Don't be fooled by his superficial kindness. He might be plotting something. He's definitely using you and won't really treat you well!"

"A-Li, divorce him. Even if you never marry in this life, you can't marry him. There's an irreconcilable feud between your father and him. Puff... cough cough..."

She became more and more excited as she spoke, and suddenly she spat out a mouthful of blood and started coughing uncontrollably.

His face was as pale as paper, which was a little scary.

Compared to the last time we met, he looks much more haggard now.

"Grandma, don't get excited." Jiang Mengli was very worried and hurriedly handed her a cup of warm tea. "Hurry up and drink some tea first."

Jiang stopped coughing after taking a sip of tea, and lay down weakly on the couch.

Jiang Mengli really wanted to find out what the grudge was, but looking at Jiang's expression, he didn't want to ask any further.

"Grandma, don't worry too much. In fact, he and I are just partners. I can use him to avoid going to the wilderness, and he can use me to resist bad peach blossoms."

"We will get a divorce. After all, he can't really let the daughter of his enemy accompany him for the rest of his life, so don't get too excited. Just live your life peacefully for now."

On the day he married into Prince Yu's Mansion, he said that they were mutually beneficial.

This alone proves that this marriage was not going to last.

Jiang was relieved after hearing this. For her, as long as they could get a divorce, it was a good thing.

"Okay, we must get a divorce. I'm afraid, very afraid that he will take all his hatred out on you. This is the grudge between your father and him, and you shouldn't have to bear it."

Jiang Mengli nodded, "Well, regardless of whether Prince Yu has a grudge or not, we can't make it to the end. This is what we agreed on from the beginning."

"Grandma, I'll give you a delicious fruit. Eating it will make you stronger and healthier, and it will help you live longer."

As he spoke, he took out a black magic fruit from his arms. It was a shiny black fruit, as big as a pigeon egg.

Just smelling it makes people feel refreshed, after all, it matures under the nourishment of spiritual energy.

Jiang took the fruit and looked at it. "This is the first time I've seen this fruit. You say it's like a panacea. I'd like to try it and see if it works as you say."

She stuffed the fruit directly into her mouth. The juice was sweet and delicious, and the flesh was very soft.

After eating it, she widened her eyes in shock, "This... my chest pain is gone after eating this, and something warm is spreading from my stomach..."

She didn't know how to describe it, but it felt very comfortable after eating it and she felt much more energetic.

Jiang Mengli smiled and said, "I told you this fruit is good. Don't tell anyone else. Take a rest for a while. I'll be here to watch over you."

Perhaps Jiang was a little sleepy, so she lay down, closed her eyes and gradually fell asleep.

Jiang Mengli took her pulse and found that it was getting better. It was amazing that this fruit plate could repair damaged organs.

……

Hunting grounds.

Not only young men from aristocratic families participated in the competition, but also civil and military officials.

The six arts of a gentleman include riding and archery. For civil servants who have some knowledge of the six arts, hunting is also an opportunity to show themselves.

Some officials who did not attend sat in seats that had been arranged in advance with the women from various mansions.

Tea and food are prepared in front of the coffee table, and people sit together in groups of three or four to chat.

As a prince, Wen Mohan sat in a lower position not far from the emperor, while Prince Jing sat opposite him.

The emperor smiled faintly and said, "Ninth brother, this wine is your favorite peach blossom wine. Come, I will drink a cup with you. I wish you a speedy recovery and a resurgence of your virility."

Raise your glass first while talking.

If you refuse the wine offered by the emperor, you will be disrespecting him and may be accused of being disrespectful.

After Wen Mohan thought it over carefully, he raised his glass and said, "Thanks to your auspicious words, I will drink first as a token of my respect."

After saying that, he raised his head and drank it in one gulp, and the emperor also drank it happily.

Behind the empress dowager's seat was Mu He's figure, but she was dressed as a palace maid.

Both of them looked in Wen Mohan's direction, with a triumphant smile on their lips.

"Muhe, are you sure it will work?"

"Don't worry, Queen Mother. This medicine was developed by me personally. It is colorless and odorless, and will take effect in half an hour..."

"Okay, now it's up to the emperor. Fortunately, Jiang Mengli didn't come with us."

At this time, Prince Jing said to Wen Mohan in a sarcastic tone: "Ninth brother, whenever you were in the capital, you would never miss a hunting competition, and you always won first place."

"Among the brothers, your martial arts skills are also top-notch. Don't you want to give it a try this time? After all, you can ride on horseback and don't have to walk on your legs."

As we all know, although we don't use our legs to walk, we still need to rely on some leg strength to keep our body steady on horseback.

As soon as Yun Jian and Yun Ying heard this suggestion, they knew that there was no good intention. They were just hoping that their master would fall to his death in the hunting ground.

Yun Ying spoke directly, "Your Highness Prince Jing, the master is weak and can't stand the bumps of the horse. Let's talk after he recovers."

At this time, the emperor smiled and said, "You underestimate your master too much. Everyone knows that his riding and archery skills are unmatched. Even if his legs are not good, he is not much worse."

After he finished speaking, he loudly asked everyone around him, "My dear ministers, do you want to see Prince Yu show off his talents?"

Since the emperor had spoken, these officials naturally followed his wishes.

"I want to see, maybe His Royal Highness Prince Yu will be first again!"

"Your Highness Prince Yu, we didn't get to see you last year, so we can't miss it this year."

Everyone immediately started to cheer and shouted in unison, "Your Highness Prince Yu, Your Highness Prince Yu..."

It seemed as if everyone in the audience was waiting for him to come on stage.

The emperor said in a deep voice, "Ninth brother, everyone wants to see your style, why not give it a try? It's just for fun anyway."

Yun Jian reminded quietly, "Master, you can't agree to this."

Wen Mohan raised his head and drank a glass of wine, then said in a deep voice with an expressionless face: "Okay, your humble servant accepts it."