The besties traveled through the book together, and the prince and general became abandoned husbands

Jiang Wumei looked back and saw that the servant following her had already run towards her.

At this moment, he was staring at the servant who was howling on the ground with a ferocious look on his face.

The master of the flower peacock was startled, and ran to the servant to take a look. Seeing that he was still breathing, he immediately kicked him twice and cursed:

"You ignorant bastard, this young master is so outstanding, how can you, with your dirty hands, touch him?

Please don't blame me, my young master. I am a servant of yours who doesn't know the rules and has offended you. I hope you don't mind."

Peacock Zhang Fangping kicked the servant in the chest with both legs, knocking him unconscious. Then he turned around with a licking smile and clasped his fists towards Jiang Wumei:

"I wonder where you are from, brother? Would you be willing to do me the honor of having a drink?"

Zhang Fangping is twenty-four years old this year and is a well-known playboy in Jiangcheng.

His personal life was extremely decadent, and he played both before and after. All the prominent young masters in Jiangcheng were ashamed to associate with him.

Today, he suddenly met Jiang Wumei, a beautiful woman who was as handsome as Pan An and even more beautiful than Diao Chan. He was confident that he had hunted countless beauties, so naturally he didn't want to let her go.

Jiang Wumei felt sickened by his explicit gaze. She turned around in disgust and raised her hand to the two servants. They nodded in understanding and walked towards Zhang Fangping with gloomy faces.

"Hey, sir, what are you doing?

I just want to be friends with you, please don't misunderstand me!"

Zhang Fangping was yelling at the top of his lungs from behind. Jiang Wumei frowned and moved forward, stepping onto the stairs. Behind her, she heard bursts of screams like a pig being slaughtered, which hurt her eardrums.

Inside the room, the man's soft singing continued. Seeing her come back, Xu Junjun pulled her down and winked at her mischievously:

"Niao Niao, that young man named Chunfeng is quite good-looking. How about tonight..."

Jiang Wumei gave her a slap on the head, and seeing her pouting in grievance, she jokingly said:

"You dare to touch the people here? Aren't you afraid of getting sick?"

Xu Junjun widened her eyes:

"Who's going to touch him?

I mean, stay a little longer tonight and listen to him sing a few more little songs."

Jiang Wumei laughed:

"You really intend to do that?"

Xu Junjun felt guilty:

"Touching your hand doesn't count as touching, right?"

Jiang Wumei: ...

The music continued, but Jiang Wumei was no longer in the mood to listen:

"Let's go, don't waste time here.

Our servant just beat up a scoundrel downstairs. If he doesn't leave now, someone will come back with others to get revenge."

Xu Junjun shuddered:

"What kind of lecher?

Are you okay, Niao Niao?"

Pushing away Xu Junjun's little face that was looking around, Jiang Wumei explained:

“I’m fine now, but if we don’t leave, we’ll be in trouble.

This place is not like the capital, we have no one to back us up, so we better be careful."

Xu Junjun nodded rapidly, stood up suddenly, and said loudly:

"Okay, stop playing. My brothers and I have something to do and we're leaving first. This is your tip."

Throwing the silver on the table, Xu Junjun hurriedly pulled Jiang Wumei downstairs through the screen without waiting for the two waiters to stand up and thank them.

When they got downstairs, they saw a large crowd of people gathered at the back door, watching the commotion and pointing at Zhang Fangping who was being beaten.

Xu Junjun heard the screams, gave Jiang Wumei a soothing look, and then ran back:

"Niao Niao, wait here for a while. I'll go call the servants back."

Staring at Xu Junjun's anxious back, Jiang Wumei stopped where she was, with a faint helpless smile in her eyes.

Sure enough, a moment later, the screams from the backyard suddenly rose, causing the people watching to blink a few more times.

Half an incense stick later, Xu Junjun led two servants back to Jiang Wumei.

Her face flushed, she gasped for breath, tucked her red and swollen fist into her sleeve, and pulled Jiang Wumei's hand with a guilty look on her face.

"Let's go, Niao Niao. I've already made an agreement with him. He won't bother us anymore."

Jiang Wumei reached out to straighten her messy hair, and took the lead to step out of Tingyi Tower.

The four of them returned to the mansion. Xu Junjun sneaked back to her room under the pretext of taking a shower and applied medicine to the wounds she had sustained from the beating.

Jiang Wumei took in all of Xu Junjun's little movements, shook her head lovingly, and went back to her room to wash and change clothes.

The two servants returned to the room and looked at each other.

One of them took out a pen and paper and wrote down everything that happened to Jiang Wumei that day, no matter how big or small. He tied it to a carrier pigeon, found a deserted corner, and quietly released it.

Five hours later, Xiao Tong, who was still in the carriage, unfolded the letter he had taken from the carrier pigeon.

After reading the letter quickly, Xiao Tong's eyes were filled with anger. He slammed the letter onto the table with such force that the tabletop cracked like a spider web under his palm.

Jiang Yuanzhou raised his eyes and glanced at the thin letter in his hand, then moved his gaze back. Thinking of the green branch that fell at the end of the team, an absurd guess arose in his mind.

To verify his thoughts, Jiang Yuanzhou saluted Xiao Tong and said respectfully:

"Your Majesty, are there letters from several lords in the capital?"

There was a creaking sound in Xiao Tong's hands. When Jiang Yuanzhou spoke, Xiao Tong turned his gaze to him and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"If I remember correctly, have you ever been to Jiangcheng?"

Xiao Tong's gaze seemed to have substance, and it cast a strong pressure on Jiang Yuanzhou. Jiang Yuanzhou pondered the word "Jiangcheng" with a calm expression.

"Your Majesty, in the first half of last year, I spent two months in Jiangcheng due to the Ministry of Revenue investigating expenditures."

Xiao Tong breathed a sigh of relief:

"It just so happens that although the silver delivery team passes through Jiangcheng this time, I have an urgent matter and need to rush there in advance. Since you are familiar with Jiangcheng, you can lead the way for me and wait for the silver delivery team to reunite after we arrive in Jiangcheng."

Jiang Yuanzhou suppressed his doubts and nodded in agreement:

"My minister obeys."

Half an hour later, a team of light cavalry broke away from the silver delivery team, startled the birds in the forest, and galloped towards Jiangcheng like an arrow.

After that incident, Xu Junjun and Jiang Wumei did not leave the house for the next two days.

On this day, the weather was clear and the warm sunlight shone into the courtyard, giving the entire courtyard a golden hue.

The two best friends were in a good mood, so they asked the chef to go out and buy the food on the list early in the morning, preparing to have a warming mutton hotpot for lunch.

People in Jiangcheng don't like spicy food, so the cook was shocked to see that his two masters wanted to buy so many spicy peppercorn condiments.

After cutting the condiments and meat, and preparing the vegetables and fruits requested by the two masters, the chef asked someone to call Xu Junjun to come and stir-fry the ingredients.

This was the first time the two chefs had heard the word "stir-frying". When Xu Junjun came over, they rolled up their sleeves and started to get busy. They gathered around the pot, their eyes widening and narrowing, their expressions extremely wonderful.

In the end, looking at the red pot with chili peppers floating on it being taken out, the two chefs swallowed their saliva and silently held their chrysanthemums tightly.

Jiangcheng's taste is relatively light, and it feels fresh at first, but after half a month, Jiang Wumei and Xu Junjun want to change the taste.

After preparing two small pots of clear soup and red soup, the two best friends gathered around the steaming pots and started to eat meat and vegetables. Soon, their faces turned red and their eyes were shining from the heat.

Xu Junjun was so impatient that as soon as the pig blood in the red soup pot was cooked, she scooped it out with chopsticks, dipped it in the homemade oil sauce, and put it into her mouth in one gulp.

The next moment, he was grimacing from the burns, stiffening his neck and rolling his eyes.

Jiang Wumei was amused by her and laughed out loud. There was a relaxed and genuine smile on her face that she had never seen in the capital before.

Madam Wang led the little maid to serve on the side. Seeing the two masters' happy faces, she also smiled.

After eating and drinking, Jiang Wumei and Xu Junjun walked around in the yard to digest the food. Looking at Jiang Wumei's still flat belly, Xu Junjun smiled brightly:

"Life is so good now. Every day, I just eat, drink and have fun. It's so wonderful."

There are wintersweets planted in the yard. In the cold wind, they tremble up and down, emitting bursts of fragrance.

Jiang Wumei closed her watery eyes slightly, raised her nose to sniff, and sighed with a smile:

"Yeah, it would be nice to live like this forever."