Prince Regent's husband

downtown.

"Xiao Er, haven't the dishes come yet?"

"It's coming, guest officer, wait a moment—this is coming." Chuancai Xiaoer picked up the handkerchief hanging around his neck, and quickly wiped off his sweat.

"If you don't act quickly for such a good business, be careful you won't be able to continue." Looking at the hot food, the man moved his chopsticks angrily.

Xiao Er apologized awkwardly, "Forgive me, guest officer, there are too many people today, and there are not enough manpower."

The middle-aged man waved his hand, snorted, and began to eat the meat.

Seeing that the other party wasn't messing around, Xiao Er breathed a sigh of relief, but was brought up again.

"what--"

Xiao Er hurriedly ran over, "What's the matter?"

Of the two people at this table, one was foaming, the other fainted, and most of the dishes had been moved.

The people around gathered around one after another, originally to watch a joke, but they screamed in fright.

"What's going on, Xiaoer? They're foaming after eating the vegetables?!"

"It can't be poisoned!"

The boss wrinkled his face and squeezed through the crowd. The waiter came over for a long time and still couldn't solve it, which made him want to come and see in person.

"This……"

"The boss is here!"

"Look at what's going on here, is it poisoned?"

"Boss, tell me, can this meal still be eaten..."

The middle-aged man at the beginning came over and said in shock: "Okay, I just said why the taste is so strange, and my feelings are poisoned!"

The shop owner was sweating profusely, and only then did he see that Xiaoer next to him was already shocked.

His eyes were smeared, he had only been in office for a long time, how did he encounter such a thing.

Prime Minister's House.

"What did you say?" The teacup fell heavily on the table, Madam Jiang's face was extremely ugly.

The shop owner wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with a trembling voice, "Dali Temple asked for the shop title deed, saying it was for recording."

"Isn't there no dead person? Why do we need a title deed?"

"No..." The boss tremblingly said: "It hung up within an hour, and now it's his family who brought the matter to Dali Temple."

"Then why didn't you say it earlier!" Yin Lian became mad and suddenly became irritable.

The boss smiled wryly, I didn't say anything just now, it's because you didn't listen at all.

But he stood upright and didn't speak.

"Gulong Gulong..." Yin Lian managed to calm down after drinking all the tea.

"Practice Tai Chi first, refuse if you can, I will find a way."

The shop title deed, where did she tell her to get it? Damn Jin Rui, even if she dies, there is no peace of mind!

Jiang Shangming saw that the owner of the restaurant had left before entering the flower hall, "Mother, what made you so angry?"

Yin Lian said unhappily, "Someone died after eating the food in the restaurant. Dali Temple needs the title deed for the shop."

"Then give it."

"You said it lightly. I haven't found the real title deed until now. Where can I get the title deed to Dali Temple?"

Yin Lian gritted her teeth. Speaking of this, her temples ached.

Jiang Shangming rolled his eyes, and made a disapproving move, "Mother, you are worrying too much, but just make a fake one with the land deed, and pay a small amount of money to both sides, and this matter will be over."

Yin Lian frowned and didn't speak for a while, the old woman next to her persuaded: "The young master is right, madam, you are too worried, this Dali Temple is not so innocent, who would refuse money."

Since she couldn't think of a better way for a while, Yin Lian nodded hesitantly, "That's how it is, first make a fake land deed, and then find someone."

I hope it can be done, but the real title deed has not been found, and my heart is still not at ease.

The downtown east is one of the busiest streets in the imperial capital. There are countless businessmen from the north and the south who come to trade every day, but every shop opened here is not a day-to-day business. Unexpectedly, there are still people who beat a good hand of cards to pieces.

The surrounding shops were not noisy, but the restaurant in the middle was eaten to death the day before yesterday, so no one dared to go there.

"Hey, is this restaurant still open?"

"With the prime minister's mansion as the backing, of course it won't close." The little beggar on the side of the road sneered with a grass root in his mouth.

People who don't know the situation simply think that the business is not good, and they just want to eat whatever they want to fill their stomachs, and the kind-hearted people next to them will hold them back.

"Don't go, be careful of poisoning, two people died the day before yesterday."

Then the gossip-loving gossip spread the word to outsiders, "Don't go there, since you changed the boss, the taste is no longer good, you can't even tell the difference between rat poison and put it in the dishes."

"so serious?"

"That's right, the boss came to Dali Temple several times, and the boss did Tai Chi, but the superiors didn't come to arrest anyone. It's a pity that the two people died."

"Who says it's not? I heard that it's backed by the prime minister's mansion, so it's courageous."

Suddenly someone asked suspiciously, "But isn't that shop owned by the Jin family?"

"Really? Which Jin family?"

"As far as the original prime minister's wife's family is concerned, several shop owners have asked me to buy goods, but they seem to have changed people."

Someone shook his head and sighed, "It's bad, it's not related to Prime Minister Jiang, it's good to be a high official, the lives of the people are not their lives..."

The servant who came to investigate again frowned and listened to everything, because he was dressed in plain clothes, no one recognized him as a servant of Dali Temple.

……

"My lord, the third prince is visiting."

Jun Xi raised his eyes, "What is he doing here?"

The housekeeper shook his head, "The third prince just said that he has something important to report."

After Jun Jie finished writing a word, he said, "Let him in."

After a while, Jun Yuze came and saluted politely, "My nephew pays respects to the emperor's uncle."

"Let's talk about anything, I don't have that much time."

It really drives people away as soon as they come.

Jun Yuze pretended he didn't hear it, and put on a full smile, "My nephew heard something recently, so I wanted to ask Uncle Huang for verification."

"Say."

"Is the emperor helping his sister-in-law? Yesterday, the prime minister's wife asked someone to make a fake land deed, and it seemed that she wanted to give some official money."

Jun Jie didn't have much expression on his face, dipped the tip of his pen in some ink, "So?"

"The prime minister's wife has already obtained a fake title deed, and my sister-in-law's family property may not be guaranteed."

The stroke that fell on the paper was heavier than the previous traces, and Jun Xi finally looked directly at someone: "The third prince seems to be very idle?"

"My nephew has a lot of homework. I thought that since I knew it, I would kindly tell my uncle." Jun Yuze smiled harmlessly, looking very honest.

After listening to the nonsense, Jun Xi didn't bother to talk to Jun Yuze, "I've said it, then let's go, the king can arrange it freely."

Under the gaze of the unfathomable black eyes, Jun Yuze was extremely calm, and touched the tip of his nose, as if he had touched the ashes of his nose.

"Nephew retire."

Jun Xi watched him leave expressionlessly.

As for the latest calligraphy and painting in his hand, Jun Xi chuckled and threw away the brush.

Jiang Yanshu was walking on the road in a daze, and Ziqi behind him was muttering something, so that Jun Yuze didn't hear it until he walked in front of him.

"Sister-in-law."

Jiang Yanshu blinked, he remembered that this person was a prince who appeared in the restaurant that day, "The third prince is well."

Jun Yuze smiled, and looked at the master and servant, "Sister-in-law is born, you can call me nephew just like the emperor's uncle."

Jiang Yanshu didn't speak, but nodded with a smile, and then walked away from him to the study.

Looking at Jiang Yanshu's back, Jun Yuze smiled imperceptibly before following the housekeeper and leaving.

Jiang Yanshu didn't even need to knock on the door, the guards just invited people in.

Ziqi put away the soup bowls one by one, and hurriedly retreated.

Seeing my brother with the hot chicken soup, Jun Ge's complexion improved a little, "Meet Jun Yuze?"

Jiang Yanshu nodded, "Yes."

"Come here." Jun Ge waved to Jiang Yanshu.

"What did he tell you?" Jun Xi touched his brother's waist, and he has been fascinated by this place recently.

Jiang Yanshu leaned on him obediently, and said, "Let me call him nephew when I see him in the future."

Jun Xi curled his lips coldly, "Don't worry about it, he is the prince after all."

"it is good."

Very nice.

Jun Jie was very satisfied with the little thing, "Feed me some soup."

The chicken soup had been cold in advance, and the temperature was just right. Even with the bowl in his hand, Jiang Yanshu didn't feel it was hot.

He took a spoonful of it with a spoon, straightened his back, and brought the spoon to Jun Ge's mouth.

The big eyes are fluttering, and the long and curled eyelashes are like a small fan. Who doesn't like to be served by beauties?

He let the spoon go into his mouth, but he didn't intend to swallow it. Instead, he took the back of his brother's head and swung it back.

"Ugh..."

Jiang Yanshu held the bowl tightly, fearing that the chicken soup would spill. As for his mouth, of course he drank it all.

After feeding the soup, Jun Xi pecked a few more mouthfuls, and Jiang Yan looked at Jun Xi with watery eyes, "My lord."

Like an angry little daughter-in-law.

Isn't she the little daughter-in-law, but she is not angry, but favored.

Jun Jie asked, "Is it good to drink?"

Jiang Yanshu subconsciously smacked his lips and thought about it, and then realized that Jun Xie was still staring at it, and replied with a blushing face, "It's delicious."

"Drink more if it tastes good, you need to replenish your body."

Jiang Yanshu thought it was to ask him to drink more in the future, so he nodded knowingly, and the spoon in his hand was still fed to the man.

Jun Xi smiled lowly, it seemed that the little thing wanted him to feed it himself.

So he drank a few times and then kissed a few times, causing his mouth to be obviously red and swollen when he went out. The shy Jiang Yanshu covered his mouth and dared not see anyone.

Next time he will never send soup again.

Prime Minister Jiang went down to the court, and returned to the Prime Minister's mansion with a dark face. He didn't even have time to change the court clothes, and hurried to the flower hall to question someone, "What happened outside?"

"What happened?" Yin Lian pointed at the orchid, put down the flower branch in her hand, and looked at him with a slight frown.

Prime Minister Jiang sat down agitatedly, "Do you know what people say about me? They say that as a prime minister, I don't care about human life."

After all, they are husband and wife, Yin Lian sat next to her, and asked anxiously: "What happened?"

"It is said that there is a restaurant in my name, and now it poisons the people, but as the prime minister, I ignore it."

The most exasperating thing is that this incident seems to have been spread for several days, and he himself only found out after hearing inquiries from people in the same dynasty.

Yin Lian stared at the bored Prime Minister Jiang strangely, and waved the servants to retreat, "Did you forget the Jin's shop?"

"The Jin family?" Prime Minister Jiang frowned deeply.

"Didn't we take over all of Jin Rui's shops? It's just that one of them has a problem."

"Why didn't you tell me about this?"

"Is it useful for me to tell you? I'm not busy when I come to see you these few days. Besides, it wasn't so serious at all at that time. Dali Temple only needs the title deed."

Prime Minister Jiang recalled the recent past, and indeed he was too busy to notice these things, but he heard the word title deed, and said in surprise: "Isn't it serious to ask for a title deed?!"

Yin Lian rolled her eyes, "Can you get the real land deed, thanks to Shang Ming's idea, otherwise you would think how to fool Dali Temple."

"What idea?"

"I can't get the real land deed, so I can only get the fake land deed, and I spent a fortune on a certain official," Yin Lian said disapprovingly as she fiddled with her newly dyed nails.

"As for what you said about disregarding human life, it has nothing to do with you at all. Could it be other ministers who poured sewage on you?"

After hearing these words, Prime Minister Jiang calmed down. Strictly speaking, he didn't know about it at all. If he was a political opponent, it would make sense.

"Has the fake title deed been handed over to Dali Temple?"

"Yes, Dali Temple has been urging the owner of the restaurant, what can I do if I don't give it."

Prime Minister Jiang stroked his beard, his face livid, "If that's the case, let's do it first, I have to find out who is spreading rumors everywhere."

As for the fake title deed, Prime Minister Jiang hardly thought about whether it would be discovered.

"It's not good, it's not good, sir."

"What's all the fuss about—"

The butler wiped his forehead, gasped and said, "Da, Dali Temple is here!"

"Didn't you give the title deed, why did you still come?" Yin Lian stood up and asked extremely displeased.

"I-I don't know." The butler is just a butler, if the other party doesn't say anything, how can he answer Yin Lian's question.

The assistant minister of Dali Temple knocked on the door suddenly, said nothing, and said he was looking for the prime minister.