Before confiscating the house, the medical concubine emptied the enemy's warehouse to flee fami

Soon Song Jiuyuan had no time to think about it, when he was marching to fight in the past.

Many people make pornographic jokes.

At that time, the older man told him that his wife and children were hot on the bed, but he didn't understand what it felt like.

Now I really can't bear to leave her bed.

Jiang Wan regretted it!

She shouldn't have nursed the man back so well, the man had endless physical strength.

What's even more annoying is that he didn't break his promise.

It was indeed one time, but this time it must have been too long. It was so long that Jiang Wan felt exhausted.

"Song Jiuyuan, you bastard..."

"Wanwan, don't cry."

Song Jiuyuan tenderly kissed the tears at the end of her eyes, and began to soften after she cried and begged for mercy.

During the break, he gently coaxed her, "Wanwan, I was wrong."

"You can sleep alone tomorrow!"

Jiang Wan snorted softly and let him scrub her. She curled up on the couch as lazily as a cat.

Seeing her like this, Song Jiuyuan felt a rare feeling of guilt, and quickly went to the kitchen to make a bowl of honey water and brought it to the couch.

"Wanwan, drink some water to moisten your throat. Your throat is hoarse."

"I'm not blaming you."

Jiang Wan gave him an angry look. The honey water was sweet to the core.

When a couple in a wealthy family has sex, they often ask their maid to stay overnight and change the water.

Jiang Wan was extremely embarrassed and didn't want Qiu Niang to hear such a shameful voice, so she always settled the matter with Song Jiuyuan.

The two fell into sleep lovingly relying on each other.

Unknown to Mrs. Song outside, she frowned and asked Qiuniang, "Did you really not hear the sound?"

"Yes."

Qiuniang blushed with embarrassment, "The princess never likes slaves to help her fall asleep.

The slave came out early, and when the prince and princess turned off the lights, the slave did not hear any other sounds..."

She also didn't expect that Madam was so concerned about her son and daughter-in-law that she actually asked her to do things like listen to the wall.

Qiuniang is Jiang Wan's person after all, so she hurriedly said: "Madam, last night was the wedding of the prince and princess. Maybe she was tired..."

"Not right."

Mrs. Song waved her hand and asked Qiuniang to leave, and she paced back and forth anxiously.

Song Qing, who had been waiting for his wife for a long time, was speechless when he caught a glimpse of her appearance.

"Madam, what are you doing up so late at night?"

"Husband, you don't know something. I felt something was wrong this morning."

Mrs. Song told Song Qing about this, and finally said: "I'm afraid Yuan'er injured that spot when he was exiled.

There is still Chi'er to carry on the family line, but Wanwan is left a widow. After all, it is our Song family that feels sorry for her. "

Song Qing: ...

He twitched his mouth speechlessly, "Wanwan is a doctor. If Yuan'er is really sick, can she still be cured?"

Mrs. Song's worry did not diminish. She sighed, "That's what I say, but some men..."

"Okay, madam, the couple can handle this matter by themselves, you don't have to worry about it."

Song Qing held Mrs. Song's waist and whispered in her ear: "I miss you so much because of my husband. You should..."

"Song Qing!"

Mrs. Song's face turned red at his words, "You are quite old and you are not afraid of being heard."

"I'm talking to my own wife, so there's nothing to be afraid of."

Song Qing shamelessly took the person away, and he glanced at Song Jiuyuan's yard thoughtfully.

"Son, the rest is up to you..."

……

Early the next morning, Jiang Wan and Song Jiuyuan came out of the space still full of energy.

There is spiritual spring water in the space, so they will naturally recover quickly.

Just as they were about to have breakfast, Mrs. Song came to their yard with a food box.

"Yuan'er, Wanwan, you haven't had breakfast yet. I just asked the people in the kitchen to make some food."

Her smile was still gentle, and Jiang Wan subconsciously looked at the food taken out of the food box.

Sure enough, there was something tonic about it, but I don’t know where she got the recipe.

"Thank you ma'am."

Jiang Wan sat beside Mrs. Song with a smile on her face, seemingly unintentionally exposing the red plum blossoms on her neck.

When Mrs. Song, who was still depressed before arriving, caught a glimpse of the plum blossoms on Jiang Wan's neck, the smile on her face became even bigger.

"You just got married, don't be too reckless."

It seemed that there was nothing wrong with Yuan'er, but the young couple were very shy, so there was relatively little movement.

"Mom, please stop worrying about our affairs. Chi'er and Li'er are getting married, and you have to take care of it."

Song Jiuyuan betrayed his siblings without mercy. When he mentioned them, Mrs. Song stood up suddenly.

"You're right, I have to buy the dowry and betrothal gift. You, the eldest brother, are getting married, and they can't delay it any longer."

Mrs. Song left in a hurry. Jiang Wan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "You will divert trouble to the east."

"This is not a disaster, it is a good thing."

Song Jiuyuan gently stuffed the tonic soup back into the food box and handed it to Song Yi on his side.

"You are rewarded."

"Thank you, Lord!"

Song Yi, a grown man, didn't notice anything was wrong. He happily left with the tonic soup.

Jiang Wan's eyes fell on Song Jiuyuan with a hint of meaning, "You knew exactly what kind of soup this was, but you still gave it to Song Yi."

"He knows how to solve it. Such a mending thing cannot be wasted."

If he and Wanwan hadn't just gotten married, he felt sorry for Wanwan and couldn't bear it. Song Jiuyuan thought it would be good for him to drink.

Qiuniang sensed something was wrong and hurriedly whispered: "Princess, please go out and take a look."

"Go."

Now that he has discovered the intrigue between the two, Jiang Wan will naturally not stop them from having a lover.

The two chatted softly and ate their breakfast slowly.

After breakfast, Jiang Wan and Song Jiuyuan went to the guest house again. Seeing her coming, Mu Xiang hurriedly said:

"Miss Fuso had a fever last night. After I cooled her down, she was fine."

"You two go have breakfast first, and I'll go in and take a look."

Jiang Wan signaled Mu Xiang to leave with Gan Ze. She knocked on the door and entered the house alone.

The emperor is also there, but not as gentle as yesterday. He is sitting alone by the couch.

Fusang frowned slightly, and Jiang Wan's fingertips touched her pulse.

"But the wound hurts again?"

Fusang had been lying on the couch since the wound was bandaged. Now she raised her eyes slightly and her voice was soft and waxy.

"It hurts a little. Sister, can you prescribe some more painkillers?"

"Sister said you shouldn't take too much painkillers."

The emperor glanced at her irritably. It seemed that the two of them were having a quarrel, but Jiang Wan just pretended not to know.

"Yes, you really can't take too much painkillers."

She chuckled and took out a pill from the medical kit, "But this medicine has some relief effect."

"Thank you sister."

Fusang smiled softly. Just looking at her current appearance, it was really hard to tell that she was someone with ulterior motives.

Jiang Wan changed her medicine again and ignored the two's temper, and just returned to her hospital.

Then he saw Song Yi kneeling in front of Song Jiuyuan, and Qiuniang lying outside the door looking nervously, her eyebrows knitted together.

"Qiu Niang, what's going on?"

"princess."

Qiuniang pursed her lips nervously, not knowing how to speak.

Song Yi in the room had already kowtowed violently to Song Jiuyuan, and then said loudly:

"Your Majesty, my subordinates want to ask for Qiuniang, but please ask the prince and princess to make the decision!"