Salted fish, he thought about it

Xue Fangli was startled, then laughed.

He laughed lowly at first, maybe because he really thought it was funny, and then he laughed quite heartily.

How could anyone be so naive?

After a while, Xue Fangli lowered his eyes and said in a harsh tone, "But this king, that's the kind of person you are."

Jiang Juan raised his eyes and said seriously, "No."

His eyes were pure and his tone was certain.Xue Fangli looked at him, and unexpectedly, Xue Fangli remembered the hand he held when his head hurt the most.

Soft and warm.

He clenched it tightly, as if grasping the last bit of connection between himself and the human world, even a little greedy.

But no.

Xue Fangli closed his eyes.

He seemed to be too pleasant and interested in this third young master.

What does the young man like, what does he seek after entering the Li Palace, no matter how bodhisattva-hearted, it has nothing to do with him.

He won't keep him for long.

He is so sick and weak, he can't last long.

Opening his eyes again, Xue Fangli stepped into the carriage with no expression on his face. He lifted his robe and sat down, and his attitude became cold.

Jiang Juan noticed it, but he didn't pay much attention to it. He just sat aside quietly as Xue Fangli was feeling unwell.

The rumbling of carriages and horses, the hooves of horses stepping over the bluestone slabs, away from the majestic palace, entered the noisy market, and the noise gradually rose.

Jiang Juan recognized that it was the place he wanted to visit in the morning. He opened the curtain, looked outside, and then turned to look at Xue Fangli. After struggling for a while, he gave up on his own initiative.

Forget it.

Come back later.

Jiang Juan let go of his hand, and the curtain came down as well, the beads jingled, and he fiddled with the glass beads again and again.

Xue Fangli thought he would mention it, but Jiang Juan didn't, and was even uncharacteristically quiet, staring at Jiang Juan expressionlessly.

Jiang Juan looked over with feeling, and asked suspiciously, "My lord, what's the matter?"

Been looking at him.

Xue Fangli didn't speak, just lowered his eyelids.

After a long time, Xue Fangli finally spoke, but he was not talking to Jiang Juan.

"Go to Biezhuang."

When Jiang Juan heard it, he accidentally pulled the string of beads, and they jingled together.

Ah, don't be Zhuang.

The plot seems to be coming.

The coachman started to turn around when he heard the words, the street that was not spacious enough was almost occupied, passers-by gave way one after another, everyone knew that this was the carriage from the Prince Li's Mansion - inlaid with gold and jade, embellished with glass, extremely extravagant.

"Wow—!"

At the same time, another carriage was coming towards us. The driver of the other party tightened his rope and evaded in time. The young man sitting in the carriage asked softly, "Why did you stop?"

"Back to the master, the carriage from the palace is in front of you."

"From the palace..."

The young man's face turned pale, as if thinking of something horrific, his fingers kept trembling.

The maid Dian Cui noticed his abnormality, and asked with concern: "Second Young Master, are you alright? Did you fall into the water a while ago, and your body hasn't fully recovered yet..."

Second son.

That's right, he is still the second son of Shangshu Mansion, not Princess Li.

The young man, namely Jiang Nian, breathed a sigh of relief and finally calmed down.He shook his head and forced a smile, "I'm fine."

Dian Cui was still a little worried, and kept staring at him, but after watching, she lost her mind.

Before entering the mansion, Diancui heard that the second young master was the number one beauty in the capital.But when she saw the second young master for the first time, she didn't think he was that beautiful. Later, she secretly asked a few sisters, and realized that she was too superficial.

——Beauty is in the bone but not in the skin.Their young masters, although not amazing, are good-looking and have a good temperament. The little banishment is not a joke.

Diancui doesn't know a single character, and she still hasn't grasped the beauty of the second young master, but the whole capital praises the young master's beauty, so that young master is beautiful, she just thinks that she is ignorant.

Noticing her gaze, Jiang Nian asked amusedly, "Why are you looking at me like that again?"

Diancui replied: "Young master is good-looking, after all, he is the number one beauty in the capital."

Jiang Nian smiled, and gently stopped her, "Don't talk nonsense, it's time for people to laugh."

Dian Cui stuck out her tongue, "That's what everyone said."

Jiang Nian felt helpless, but he was in a good mood.

In his previous life, he was accused of being handed over to Prince Li, and now he is staying in Prince Li's mansion in fear, not daring to leave the yard for fear of running into Prince Li again and going crazy and being caught in the fish pond.

Yes, last life.

God is pitiful, after Jiang Nian passed away in depression, he had a chance to do it all over again.

This time, relying on the memory of his previous life, he will never leave any regrets for himself.

For example, make friends with his classmates and several princes.

For example, accept Anping Hou's love show.

In her previous life, contrary to everyone's expectations, the throne finally fell on Marquis Anping, who will be the most honorable person in the world.

As long as His Majesty agrees, the marriage will only be granted by the palace.

He will also become a man of great value.

Biezhuang is located in the suburbs of Beijing.

The bottom of the mountain is already the season when the world is full of beauty, but there is still a sea of ​​wisteria flowers on the mountain.

When he arrived at the place, Jiang Juan was placed alone in another courtyard. When everything was ready, senior officials also came.

Knowing that the prince was resting in Biezhuang, he hastily took a box of spices and sent them up the mountain. Of course, the senior officer also picked up the wolf cub Jiang Juan had rescued.

"The doctor has seen it. It's nothing serious. It just needs to be taken care of for a while." The senior officer said.

Jiang Juan nodded, and squatted in front of the cage. The wolf cub seemed to recognize him, resting his head on the cage, weeping quietly.

Jiang Juan sighed, "It's so pitiful."

He asked Lan Ting if he wanted a handkerchief, and carefully wiped away the cub's tears. Lan Ting felt that something was wrong, and said softly, "Master, come here, slave."

Jiang Juan shook his head, "No need."

The wolf cub may have been in pain, and there were too many tears to wipe away. Jiang Juan touched its head, and the senior executives were puzzled to see it.

It's just an animal, why should it be worth doing it yourself?

This third son is really a strange person.

Thinking about it, the executive didn't show anything on his face, he smiled and said: "Princess, if there is no other order, the servant will step down first."

"Okay," Jiang Juan responded, and suddenly remembered something, and called him again, "Wait a minute."

Jiang Juan asked, "Is the prince alright?"

The executive was taken aback for a moment, and prevaricated him: "...It's okay."

Actually, not so good.

The senior officer has stayed in the mansion for several years, knowing that the prince will not come to this villa easily, unless his condition is so bad that it can't be worse.

——Continuous dull pain, severe pain during onset, and long-term inability to rest, even Da Luo Jinxian couldn't bear it.

Jiang Juan let out an "oh", then wiped away tears for the cub, and the senior executive withdrew.

Lan Ting looked at it, and said in a low voice: "Actually, this little wolf cub is not that pitiful. At least, it has met the young master."

As soon as the words fell, Lan Ting suddenly remembered something, said "ah", and said angrily, "My lord, you should take a medicinal bath tonight."

Jiang Juan was startled: "Medical bath?"

Before wearing the book, besides going to the hospital regularly, he was also taking medicinal baths to warm up his body.

But after recalling the settings, Jiang Juan understood.

In this role of his, his heart disease is pretended, but his congenital deficiency is real, and it is not surprising that he can bathe in medicine.

But now on the mountain, where are the herbs, Jiang Juan said uncertainly, "Or another day?"

"No way," Lan Ting shook his head, not daring to make fun of it.She thought for a while, and said, "Your maidservant, go and ask the senior officials."

After speaking, Lan Ting hurriedly got up and went to chase after the senior officer.

The senior executive walked quite fast, and in such a short time, she was gone, so Lan Ting had no choice but to keep going, she trotted all the way, she didn't want to just step on the stone bridge, someone abducted beside her, and the two bumped into each other.

"Hey--!"

This person was bumped into a stumble, and the wooden box he was holding was also taken off his hands, Lan Ting was about to apologize, when he looked up, he was actually a senior official.

"Steward, our son has to take regular medicinal baths, does Zhuangzi have..."

"Do you know what you did?"

The executive interrupted her palely.

The wooden box fell into the lake with the wide open, and the flakes of fragrant cakes were soaked one after another, and they became loose, obviously unusable.

Lan Ting was frightened by him, "I, I..."

The senior officer moved his lips, he was so afraid that he couldn't utter a word. After a long time, he said tremblingly: "This is the spice that the prince wants to use. You are going to kill us all!"

"I didn't..." Lan Ting said anxiously, "I didn't mean it, I don't know."

The senior executive looked gloomy, "The prince doesn't care about these, he only wants spices."

However, the spices were soaked in water again and could no longer be used.

And now is the worst time for the prince, without the relief of spices, he will only be extremely violent, crazy and crazy!

Thinking of this, the executive's hair stood on end, and he didn't know what to do.

During the stalemate, a voice sounded.

"what happened?"

It was Jiang Juan who came.

After waiting for a while, Lan Ting didn't come back. Jiang Juan came out to find someone, but the senior executive looked depressed, and Lan Ting had tears in his eyes. Jiang Juan asked her, "Why are you crying?"

"The prince's spice..."

Lan Ting lowered his head in self-blame, and explained the whole story clearly. The senior officer added: "The prince is picky about the smell, and he is only used to the smell of this spice. Now—" "Oh!"

The executive sighed heavily, Lan Ting knew he had caused a catastrophe when he heard it, and lowered his head tearfully, Jiang Juan was most afraid of the girl crying, so he quickly comforted her: "Don't cry, let's find a way together. "

Senior executive: "..."

What else can I do?

The senior executive was in a state of desperation, but Jiang Juan, after coaxing Lan Ting, suddenly remembered something, and he quickly asked, "Lanting, do you still have the sachet you gave me this morning?"

"Yes." Although Lan Ting was puzzled, he still took out a sachet from his bosom, "here."

Jiang Juan breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he is here, he said to the senior officer, "Why don't you give the sachet to the prince first?"

Senior management is a bit difficult.

Not all flavors are fine, as long as the prince needs this spice, he is only used to its smell.Moreover, it has the effect of calming the nerves, a little more can even make the prince fall asleep, although the side effects are not small.

If you fall asleep, you will be completely unconscious, and you will be groggy the next day.

Of course, the executives will not mention these latter effects to Jiang Juan.

The senior executive said with difficulty: "It may not work."

Jiang Juan insisted, "Let's try it."

When he entered the palace in the morning, Xue Fangli asked him what his body smelled like, and he said it was okay, so he shouldn't hate the smell of the sachet.

The senior officer was quite hesitant, he had made a big mistake, and he was not tired of taking Lao Shizi's sachet.

Seeing this, Jiang Juan simply said, "I'll ask the prince myself."

The executive looked at him in amazement, let's go, he was also happy to have someone take the responsibility, and hurriedly said: "Thank you, Princess—this way please."

Senior officials led the way, and after a while, they arrived at an attic.

It was still daytime, the bamboo curtains were completely pulled down, and under the heavy cover of the veils, the surroundings were dark and dull, only a golden lacquer dotted emerald screen could be seen.

"My lord..."

"It smells good."

When the senior officer heard it, he hesitated for a long time and couldn't utter a complete sentence, but Jiang Juan couldn't listen anymore, so he answered for him: "My lord, your spices are useless."

"It all fell into the lake..."

After Jiang Juan finished speaking in a low voice, he immediately added: "But you asked about my sachet in the morning, and I got it, why don't you make do with it first?"

Senior executive: "..."

Make do with it.

His bowels are turning green.To be honest, the lord might still leave him a whole body, and now his ashes are probably thrown away.

The senior officer almost laughed angrily.

Xue Fangli was even more silent.

Silence, silence.

After an unknown amount of time, the two maids standing on one side moved away from the screen, and the man stood up from the couch, his long hair hanging down and the complicated black and gold robe almost blending into one.

"Sachet?"

He opened his mouth slowly, his voice sluggish.

Jiang Juan took a few steps closer and stretched out his hand. There was a sachet on his soft white palm, "This one, you said it smells good this morning."

Xue Fangli took it with a tired expression.In the dark, his pale and slender fingers wrapped around the vermilion string, then he raised his hand and sniffed lightly.

It is the taste of white peony root, autumn orchid and cassia seed.

In addition, there is also a hint of other breath.

Very light, but extremely sweet.

"Not what it smells like."

With a twist of his fingertips, Xue Fangli let go, and the sachet fell to the ground. He raised his eyes and stared at Jiang Juan, under the dense bloodshot, the blood was surging.

Xue Fangli smiled casually, "Probably not enough."

The author has something to say: Little salted fish, danger.