Salted fish, he thought about it

No matter how worried he was, Jiang Juan still walked in when the time came.

"princess."

Seeing Jiang Juan, Manager Wang forced a smile. He was sweating profusely, obviously unable to stand up to Jiang Qingliang, and was wiping his forehead with a handkerchief.

Jiang Qingliang turned her head to look at Jiang Juan, but didn't say anything, Jiang Juan greeted him politely, "Long time no see."

Jiang Qingliang said strangely: "Is it long? It seems like it's only a day?"

Jiang Juan was quiet for a few seconds, nodded his head, and said to him sincerely, "You're right."

Jiang Qingliang: "..."

What's going on, this familiar, choking feeling again.

From the time the medicinal food was served on the table, Jiang Qingliang kept talking non-stop. Manager Wang felt dizzy when he heard his voice now. Body medicinal food, maybe your heart disease can also be cured, and the slave will give you a taste of cloth food?"

Jiang Qingliang opened his mouth, and he didn't know which word touched his soul, "Did you just say—" Jiang Juan: "You're right."

Jiang Qingliang stubbornly finished the sentence: "—Health nourishing medicinal diet can only strengthen the body."

Jiang Qingliang: "..."

He glared at Jiang Juan, "Do you understand social etiquette? Why don't you let others finish talking?"

It is really strange to be accused by Gang Jing of not understanding social etiquette. Jiang Juan looked at him inexplicably. After thousands of words, there were only four words at the end: "You are right."

Jiang Qingliang: "."

Before meeting Jiang Juan, he had never experienced silence in his life, only he pushed others to the point where he dared not speak. Four words.

--you're right.

Damn, is he shameless?

Jiang Qingliang was very depressed, but no matter how depressed she was, she could only be incompetent and furious. He asked Jiang Juan: "Can you say something else? I said you don't know social etiquette and you don't know how to refute, why let me Scolding you? Are you just letting others bully you?"

His tone was quite fierce, and Manager Wang was happy to see Jiang Qingliang slumped, but he was afraid that the two would really quarrel, so he quickly filled up the chicken soup and said with a smile: "Try this, your majesty won't even praise it if you drink it again." No more mouths."

In fact, Manager Wang's worries were really superfluous. Jiang Juan didn't bother to argue with the gangster. It was too wasteful. He didn't want to drive around for a long time for things that could be solved with four-character proverbs. Jiang Juan picked up the spoon and bowed his head. I tasted the chicken soup.

Jiang Juan: "..."

This mouthful has mixed flavors, really mixed flavors—the original taste of chicken soup and the boiled Chinese medicine are strangely blended together, and there are five flavors of sour, bitter, sweet, salty, and each of them has it.

Jiang Juan was unprepared, never thought that Emperor Hongxing wanted to poison him with dark dishes, and his physical tears were forced out all at once.

"Hey you……"

Jiang Juan ignored him, and Jiang Qingliang felt uncomfortable again. He couldn't help thinking about what he said, wondering if it was a bit harsh.

Thinking of this, Jiang Qingliang couldn't help calling him, but when Jiang Juan looked over, his eyelashes were stained with water, and his eyes were wet.

Grass.

Why are you crying.

Didn't I just say a few words, as for?

Jiang Qingliang was dumbfounded, he was quite afraid of people crying, especially if the other party was still a little beauty - no matter how much he wanted to admit, Jiang Juan grew up in his aesthetic point, like a fairy, no matter how much he was crying, he only felt that he was The crime is heinous and unforgivable.

"You, don't cry," Jiang Qingliang raised the bar No.1, it's not good to comfort others, he said dryly, "I just said that casually, why are you crying."

"I, I, I—" Jiang Qingliang said at a loss: "I'm sorry, I'm rude, I shouldn't say you, I won't bully you in the future, I..."

Jiang Juan: "?"

Did he misunderstand something?

Jiang Juan pondered for a few seconds, what kind of wickedness could salty fish have? He glanced at Jiang Qingliang and asked slowly, "Really?"

Jiang Qingliang: "It's not true, could there still be—" Before he finished speaking, Jiang Qingliang remembered that he had just said that he didn't argue with him, stopped him for a while, and changed his words: "Of course, it's more real than pearls."

Jiang Juan said "Oh" and picked up another bowl of chicken soup, "I forgive you, let's toast our friendship."

Jiang Qingliang didn't understand what he was saying, but she roughly knew that he wanted to drink the chicken soup by herself, so she also took a sip.

vomit!

Jiang Qingliang's face was livid, "What is this thing, why does it smell like this? Did someone poison it?"

Jiang Juan felt sorry for Qi Qiran, "That's right, it's really hard to drink."

Director Wang quickly explained: "You can't say that. Good medicine tastes bitter and is good for the disease. Of course, this medicinal diet is also based on the same principle. Chicken soup is already a great tonic, and it is boiled with medicinal materials to make up for it."

Jiang Juan understood the truth, but he couldn't help but said, "But it really tastes weird."

Jiang Qingliang poured tons and tons of pears with rock sugar, and finally suppressed the smell. He realized something belatedly, and asked Jiang Juan with a wooden face: "So you——didn't cry because of me just now. , is it just that the chicken soup is too bad?"

Jiang Juan looked at him innocently, "Otherwise? No one loves to cry so much, right?"

Jiang Qingliang: "..."

Jiang Qingliang: "..."

So angry.

He gradually developed a shark's heart.

No, the shark broke the law, and he was sanctioned by the prince and forced to soak in the water all night.

Jiang Qingliang swallowed her anger and picked up the bowl, and started to dry the bowl of rock sugar Sydney again.

Director Wang wanted to laugh when he saw it, but he finally endured it, and he set up the dishes again, "Try this roasted pigeon again, both of you."

The entire table was served with medicinal food, and the chicken soup could be boiled to that taste, so there was no need to think about anything else. Jiang Juan and Jiang Qingliang, both victims of chicken soup, exchanged a horrified look.

"Princess, you are weak, I will give you some velvet..."

"Young Master Jiang, eat this, health-preserving porridge, which has the effect of clearing away heat and relieving fire."

Desperate, Jiang Juan was really desperate.

But this table of noodles was rewarded by Emperor Hongxing, and it would be bad not to eat, Jiang Qingliang picked up a chopstick with a sad expression, and Jiang Juan had no choice but to muster up the courage to send it to his mouth.

No, even if he died of starvation, he would not take another bite if he jumped from here.

Only now did Jiang Juan understand how the prince said he couldn't eat the food here. After thinking for a few seconds, Jiang Juan decided to slip away.

The next second, the silver chopsticks in his hand fell to the ground with a "click", and Jiang Juan covered his heart, frowning in pain.

Manager Wang was surprised, "Princess, what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Juan shook his head with a pale face, "I feel a little uncomfortable, I..."

What's wrong with him, there is no more words, it seems that the pain is so bad that he can't breathe, Manager Wang hastily came over to help him, and patted his back to let him breathe.

After a while, Jiang Juan said again: "It's a little stuffy, I can't breathe."

Manager Wang was terrified, "Then go out and get some air."

Director Wang carefully helped him up. Jiang Juan's footsteps were rather flimsy, but when he passed by Jiang Qingliang, he blinked at him.

— run away.

Jiang Qingliang: "?"

He was taken aback for a moment, then laughed, stretched out his hand from his sleeve, secretly gave Jiang Juan a thumbs up, and hurried out with him.

This Jiang Juan is actually a pretty good person, smart enough, and quite loyal.

Not wanting to eat, he simply pretended to have a heart attack, not only running away, but also reminding him to run away too.

But - such a clever person, was he really the one who pushed Brother Nian into the lake?

He had doubts last time, and Jiang Juan's babbling was quite irritating, not to mention that he already had a heart disease, and he could obviously trick Brother Nian secretly, so there's no need to be so stupid.

After thinking about it, Jiang Qingliang felt that there was only one possibility.

——There must be some misunderstanding between Jiang Juan and his brother Nian.

On Jiang Qingliang's side, Jiang Juan unintentionally whitewashed himself. He pretended to be sick for a while, and planned to perform for a while before returning to normal, but before he could recover, Xue Fangli came.

Jiang Juan was being supported by Manager Wang, when Xue Fangli came over, he hugged him.

"My lord, you are here!"

Jiang Juan had a heart attack, and he said it was nothing, just take a rest, but Director Wang was worried. He not only sent someone to invite an imperial physician without telling Jiang Juan, but also sent people to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to inform the prince.

Jiang Juan: "..."

He still doesn't want to talk to the prince.

"Why does it hurt again?"

Xue Fangli lowered his eyes, Jiang Juan's complexion was almost translucent white, coupled with his wan look, his whole body was so fragile that it would break at the touch of a finger.

Jiang Juan shook his head, indicating that he was fine, then lowered his head, his eyebrows drooping.

It was no different from being in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, it was extremely quiet.

Xue Fangli looked at him a few times, but closed his eyes restrainedly. Jiang Juan didn't say anything, so he asked Manager Wang sullenly, "What's wrong with him?"

Manager Wang sighed, "Just now, while eating, the princess suddenly said that her heart hurts and she can't breathe."

After thinking for a while, Director Wang hesitated and said: "But before that, the princess had a few words with Mr. Jiang. The concubine had a heart disease and couldn't bear it, so the servant stopped her once. Later, she saw that the concubine was just playing around with Mr. Jiang , I will stop blocking it, and I don’t know if it has anything to do with it..."

Jiang Qingliang: "???"

Why is this old eunuch so dark-hearted?

Fearing that he would be blamed, he blamed him.

Jiang Qingliang, who was passing by, froze, the secret path was terrible, he took his steps lightly, and was about to run away, but Xue Fang didn't lift his head and said: "Stop."

Jiang Qingliang: "..."

He hates it.

"King, lord."

Jiang Qingliang reluctantly stopped and saluted honestly, Xue Fangli raised his eyelids and looked at Jiang Qingliang expressionlessly.

The person in his arms was very light, almost weightless. Xue Fangli didn't even dare to use force while holding Jiang Juan, for fear that he would be broken in his arms, but after listening to Mr. Wang's words, he could hardly suppress his hostility .

Ignore him, but willing to play with others?

Didn't you say you believed him, why are you fighting with him now?

Xue Fangli asked Jiang Qingliang indifferently: "Can you find my small leaf red sandalwood bracelet in the lake?"

Jiang Qingliang bit the bullet and replied: "No."

He's not stupid, the prince has never been to Poppy's puja, so how could he drop his bracelet in the lake and ask him to find a bracelet just to torment him.

Xue Fangli nodded, and said casually: "I remember now, if there is no Miaoling Temple, the bracelet may have fallen in the Weiyang Lake in the palace. You are quite good at water, so go and look for it for me."

Jiang Qingliang: "???"

What did he do wrong?

Can't let him stay in the water just because his name is Jiang Qingliang?

Jiang Qingliang was devastated, but Xue Fangli is the prince, he has the final say on his noble status, Jiang Qingliang could only painfully say: "Yes, the prince."

The sleeves were pulled a few times suddenly, it was the movement of the person in his arms, Xue Fangli lowered his head, Jiang Juan tilted his head, and said softly: "It has nothing to do with him."

"Even if it's really because of being angry that my heart disease will attack, it's not because of him."

When Jiang Qingliang heard this, she looked at him quite moved.

Good brother, save him from the fire and water.

Jiang Qingliang knew that Jiang Juan's heart attack was faking, but it was hard to say, now Jiang Juan took the initiative to help him clarify, Jiang Qingliang has nothing to blame.

Touched and moved, Jiang Qingliang met Xue Fangli's cold gaze, this glance made his back go cold and his heart almost stopped beating.

Grass, what are you doing so fiercely?

Didn't he just look at his princess twice more.

Wait a moment.

As a prince's cousin, he seems to care about his princess, but just now Jiang Juan was speaking for him.

Jiang Qingliang: "..."

No, no, it's worth being unhappy?

Jiang Qingliang froze completely in place, thinking for a few seconds, the strong desire to survive made him choose to go to the water to cool off, Jiang Qingliang smirked and said: "It's quite hot, I'd better go into the water, my lord, I I'm going to find you a bracelet."

This time, when Jiang Qingliang left again, Xue Fangli did not stop him. He slowly lowered his eyelids and looked at Jiang Juan. After a long time, he spoke in a cold voice.

"Not because of him, but because of this king?"

Xue Fangli asked him: "What are you angry about?"

"Is this king making people into human pigs, and throwing them in the pigsty is too cruel, or is this king skinning the Orion alive, you can't stand it?"

Jiang Juan slowly frowned, Xue Fangli caressed his face with a rather indifferent expression, "Huh? Why didn't you speak?"

He paused and smiled casually, "How can I forget that my concubine has a heart of a bodhisattva, she must not be able to bear any of them, right?"

Jiang Juan was taken aback, "I..."

Xue Fangli smiled slightly. He didn't think that what Jiang Juan wanted to say would be something he would be happy to hear. Xue Fangli asked Jiang Juan again, "Didn't you say you believed in me?"

"Is this what you call believing?"

He has monstrous rage and endless hostility, but he has nothing to do - he is holding a glass beauty in his arms. He is sick and more fragile, unable to use force, let alone get angry.

The emotions were surging, and the madness in his bones was also raging. Xue Fangli suppressed it forcibly, and finally just said in a cold tone: "That's all."

It doesn't matter whether the teenager believes it or not.

As long as he is not angry, as long as he is fine.

Xue Fangli half-closed his eyelids, and slowly said: "You have a heart disease, you can't be angry at all, and you don't have to be angry about it. The woodcutter, he wanted to assassinate—" After a pause, one hand stuck On his lips, it was Jiang Juan who didn't let Xue Fangli go on.

Jiang Juan belatedly realized that he was angry, but the prince also misunderstood something, so he had to explain to him: "I didn't believe his nonsense, even he said what he had heard."

"My lord, don't you really know what I'm angry about?"

Jiang Juan lowered his eyelashes, and said softly: "Why do you let others talk about things that the prince has never done? You can't blame the prince for what happened in the bookshop, but you don't say anything, and you don't know anything." No explanation."

The prince is also a victim. Jiang Juan knew he shouldn't be angry with the prince, but he really couldn't help it.

Jiang Juan raised his eyes, his pupils were clear, and he said seriously, "My lord, I don't want you to be misunderstood."