Bondage

Putting the old lady back on the soft quilt, Mother Jiang said, "Didn't you take the firearm prescription from that little whore?"

"The old lady said that no matter what, it will be delayed until you gain a firm foothold in the Shenshu camp. When you return to the mansion, Ding Yousheng will surely seize your love, and she will not be able to support it anymore."

Jiang's mother did not know how many tears shed in the past few days, but she had to hold on when the tears dried up.

Carefully covered the old lady with a quilt, and chose a few soft pillows of goose feathers to put under her elbow joints, then Mother Jiang asked: "By the way, how is the firearm made? It's enough to make the Holy Majesty recover. it has to be you?"

Jiang Xingjian lowered his eyes and remained silent when he heard the words.

Lin Jiayue gave the recipe for the firearm, and the person in charge of developing the weapon saw through it as soon as it was delivered to the Shenshu Camp.Although Fang Zi is extremely complicated, it is clearly a more powerful firecracker.

This kind of thing is thrown aside as soon as it is delivered, and no one cares about it.Fortunately, it was a coincidence that she added tung oil and flour to it, and those craftsmen are now studying whether it can be added to the military weapon.

If it weren't for the face of the Fifth Prince and Concubine Jiang, he would have been kicked out of the Shenshu camp by a ginseng book.

Now that he goes every day, it is nothing more than managing up and down, trying to stand more securely in it.

But in any case, it was a good thing for him to take this opportunity to leave Shanglin Court Prison.

Jiang Xingjian turned his head to look at the old lady who brought him up with one hand, feeling overwhelmed with grief.But when he faced Mother Jiang again, he smiled lightly and said, "That firearm is very good. Mother can rest assured that I am in everything in the house, so you don't have to worry too much."

Mother Jiang burst into tears when she heard the words.

"That's good, that's good, the old lady..."

Jiang Xingjian gritted her teeth, unable to bear to see Mrs. Jiang, after a long silence, she slowly said: "I hope mother and grandmother will help the child survive for a while longer."

After speaking, he couldn't face the two of them, and fled out in embarrassment.

Jiang Xingjian walked to the outer courtyard suddenly, but felt that the scorching sun could not relieve the coldness in his body.

The century-old foundation of the Hou Mansion has been handed down to several generations, and it must not be ruined in his hands.

Thinking of Duan Yiting's inexplicable visit, and his grandmother's disfigured and dying appearance from illness, Jiang Xingjian felt as if his chest was heavy like a boulder.

"Brother, are you feeling unwell?"

When Jiang Yanfang came out of Yulingzhai, he saw Jiang Xingjian looking out of his mind. He thought for a while before asking.

Jiang Xingjian came back to his senses and found that he had come to the gate of Yulingzhai.

Rubbing his face together, Jiang Xingjian said, "Are you busy today? If there's nothing else, how many drinks will my brothers have?"

Jiang Yan lowered his eyes and said, "It's an honor."

Inviting people to Yulingzhai, Qingzhai and Su Mian prepared dishes for the two of them, Jiang Yan took out a jar of wine and put it in front of Jiang Xingjian.

"A gift from a friend, who said it was a good wine that my younger brother had never tasted. I drank a few glasses in the past, and it was indeed top-quality."

Opening the mud seal, Jiang Yan raised his hand to pour the wine.

As soon as Fang opened the Gaijiang trip, Jianjian smelled the aroma of wine, and raised his eyebrows slightly as he looked at the honey-colored wine in the cup.

"I don't know where your friend is from?"

Jiang Yan said with a smile: "I was born in a rough place, and I don't have any name."

Jiang Xingjian picked up the wine bowl and tasted it carefully, and then said: "This wine is called Mandianxiang, and it comes from Ouchi. I also had the honor to taste it when I was young when I went to the palace with my father to attend banquets."

Jiang Yan frowned handsomely when he heard the words, and Jiang Xingjian saw that he did not seem to be a fake, so he couldn't help but said: "People in the Jianghu have a lot of connections, maybe they don't know where they came from."

"He is willing to share such a precious thing with you. It is really a good friendship."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Xingjian drank it down in one gulp.

He was intoxicated by alcohol, and he was already full of thoughts now, but after drinking most of the altar, there were clouds, mountains and mists in front of him, and he couldn't tell the king and goddess apart.

"Brother is drunk."

Jiang Yan made a sound, but Jiang Xingjian's eyes were frozen. After a long time, he murmured: "At the moment, I am actually envious of you."

What's wrong with a bastard?

As a concubine, he does not need to bear the responsibility of revitalizing the family business, as a concubine, he does not need to be ruled by the palace, and as a concubine, Jiang Yan can be leisurely and contented regardless of his appearance.

"What's wrong with a bastard?"

Jiang Xingjian murmured softly, but Jiang Yan closed his eyes and remained silent.

Why doesn't he want the identity of the legitimate son?

After a long silence, Jiang Yan drank the last bowl of wine, pointed to Jiang Xingjian who was already drunk, and said, "Send off Lord Hou..."

"Lan Courtyard, take me back to Lan Courtyard."

Jiang Xingjian murmured softly, and seemed to call out Song Wan a few times in his mouth.

Jiang Yan pursed his thin lips tightly, his face turned from red to white instantly when he heard the man's name.He stared at Jiang Xingjian for a while, and said with a gloomy expression, "Send Lord Hou to Huai Su's room."

When Qing Zhai went to look for Huai Su, she was sewing underwear for Jiang Xingjian in the room.She was originally Jiang Xingjian's personal servant girl, and although she is promoted as an aunt now, she is no different from the past.

She knew that Jiang Xingjian might have Song Wan or Lin Jiayue in her heart, but she never cared about them.

She likes Jiang Xingjian, as long as she is by his side is enough.

But Huai Su never thought that there would be a day when she could be his pillow.

Looking at his sweetheart who was drunk, Huai Su blushed and helped him change his clothes and scrub.

In the morning of the next day, Jiang Xingjian only felt the warmth in his arms, as if he was holding the nephrite jade, his mind was not clear yet, he just thought he was in Lin Jiayue's room.

But after the dullness and bewilderment caused by the hangover dissipated, he realized that the person in his arms was much plumper than Lin Jiayue who was ill.

Jiang Xingjian froze suddenly, as if he couldn't believe what he was thinking.

"Wan'er?"

Huai Su opened his eyes, but he never looked back.

She is not only ashamed to face Jiang Xingjian, but also ashamed to take advantage of the situation, and even more painful because the people she served since childhood have never had her in their hearts.

As soon as Song Wan's name was called out, Jiang Xingjian realized something was wrong.

With Wan'er's temperament, he would never let him enter the room drunk, so how could...

Jiang Xingjian got up on his own, while Huai Su looked at him blankly with a blushing face wrapped in a quilt.

"Change."

Seeing that he didn't ask a question about last night, Huai Su suddenly didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

"Master Hou, wait a moment."

Putting on his clothes neatly, Huai Su hurriedly went down to serve Jiang Xingjian. As soon as he was dressed properly, Shi Zhu came to report, saying that Song Yan had been waiting in the outer courtyard for a long time, and that something important had happened.

Jiang Xingjian pressed his forehead, endured a headache and found Songyan: "What happened so anxiously?"

Song Yan lowered her voice, leaned into his ear and said, "It's not good, Lord Marquis, the palace is about to change."

"A letter from the palace yesterday, Duke Yin died suddenly in the middle of the night, and the crown prince... the crown prince woke up."

"Although he is still seriously ill, he has indeed regained consciousness."

Jiang Xingjian was shocked when he heard the words: "Duan Yiting died suddenly? Didn't he come to the Hou's mansion yesterday?"

Song Yan pursed her lips with a worried expression.

It was half a day after Song Wan learned of these two news, when she heard of Duan Yiting's sudden death, she was shocked into a cold sweat.

He obviously came to the Hou Mansion during the day, how could he suddenly...

Looking at the shawl from yesterday, Song Wan endured his fear and asked Heng Zhi to bring a brazier and burn it to black ashes.

Seeing that the fire was slowly engulfing, she worriedly said: "The sky is about to change, I hope my aunt and the third prince are well."