Prince Regent's husband

Jiang Shangming's face did not heal in the end.

While packing the medicine box, the doctor regretted, "The wound is too serious, this old man can only do this."

Jiang Shangming looked at himself in the mirror. There was a clear centipede scar on the left side of his face. He asked angrily, "Can't the scar be eliminated?"

The doctor shook his head again, picked up the medicine box and left.

"Snapped--"

The bronze mirror shattered to the ground.

The emperor's health was getting worse and worse, and the Palace of Mental Cultivation frequently summoned the imperial doctor, and even lived directly in the side hall in the back, waiting for orders at any time.

All the factions in the court are watching this change, and sooner or later there will be a bloodbath.

At this juncture, a minister actually proposed to go to the Buddhist temple to pray, but the emperor himself could not move.

The person to pray for is naturally someone close to him, and the third prince, Jun Yuze, took the initiative to go.

He was unanimously praised by all officials.

Wang Fu, Jun Xi looked at the imperial decree in his hand and sneered.

"A bunch of old folks."

"What is the lord talking about?" Jiang Yanshu brought the pastries, and vaguely heard Jun Xie talking, but couldn't hear clearly.

Jun Jie hooked his brother, Jiang Yanshu put down the pastry and sat on his lap naturally.

Burying his head on his brother's neck, sniffing the elegant body fragrance, he said unhurriedly: "The third prince wants to pray for the emperor, and asks this king to escort him."

"Does the prince have to go?" Jiang Yanshu couldn't think too deeply about the question, and only said what he felt superficially.

"It's all decreed, do you think this king should go?"

Jiang Yanshu was puzzled, doubts were written all over his face, "Imperial decree? It's not that your majesty is unable to move, so how can you still issue an decree?"

"That's right, how can a person with limited mobility still be able to give orders." Jun Xi repeated his brother's words with sarcasm in his eyes.

"How long will the prince be going?"

"It won't be long. The Buddhist temple is on the outskirts of the city. This king will escort the third prince there, and he will come back. It will only take a day or so."

Jiang Yanshu nodded obediently, "Then I'll wait in the mansion for the prince to come back."

"You are so obedient, do you want a reward?" Jun Xi hooked his chin, so smooth that he couldn't put it down.

"No," Jiang Yanshu shook his head like a rattle, with a thin pink on his cheeks.

Every time I said it was a reward, but ended up playing new tricks on the bed, and I was the one who was tossed in the end.

This reaction, on the contrary, caused the man to laugh wantonly.

From the minister's proposal to the trip to the Great Buddha Temple, it was only three days.

Jiang Yanshu sent the man to the door and saw him riding a horse further and further away.

The housekeeper kindly persuaded: "Princess, go in, the prince will be back in the evening."

Jiang Yanshu responded in a low voice, and stared at the street for a while before entering the mansion.

On weekdays, Junjiao is either in the study or inspecting the six departments. This is the first time that he clearly knows that Junjiao has a relatively long journey, even in the suburbs.

He just felt that the man was far away from him.

Jiang Yanshu hugged the white fox and stroked it unconsciously. At first the white fox slept well, but as he got further behind, he felt something was wrong.

Taking advantage of Jiang Yanshu's inattentiveness, he fled away from the clutches of the devil.

Stay away from Jiang Yanshu, look at his back, don't be bald.

"White fox?" Jiang Yanshu looked at it with empty hands.

Baihu gave Jiang Yanshu a wary look, and ran away.

A soldier can be killed but not humiliated, this is its hair, resolutely not!

Jiang Yanshu had no choice but to shift his gaze to the milk cat not far away.

The little milk cat is very good, and it calls "meow meow" sweetly.

After lunch, Jiang Yanshu was in a daze of boredom. Duan Zhuang, who entered the mansion, came to the main courtyard after seeing the three little milk cats.

Jiang Yanshu hadn't seen him for several days, and raised his eyelids, "What are you doing here?"

Duan Zhuang sat opposite Jiang Yanshu with a sullen face, "I heard that the princess is bored after the prince left, so I came to accompany you, but you didn't appreciate it."

Jiang Yanshu blushed and muttered for a long time, "...not very boring."

At the end, he asked again: "Am I acting obvious?"

Duan Zhuang had no expression on his face, and said sourly: "The princess really loves the prince more than gold."

Jiang Yanshu didn't speak, but his expression revealed his true thoughts.

Duan Zhuang looked even more sour.

It seems that he should look for the little mother cat.

During the whole afternoon when Duan Zhuang chatted with Jiang Yanshu, the sun gradually went down, but Jiang Yanshu didn't hear the news of Jun Yao's return for a long time.

He said sadly: "Shouldn't the prince come back in the evening?"

"Princess, don't worry. The prince will definitely come back. The journey is far away, and there will be some delays. The concubine should go into the house and don't catch the cold."

Jiang Yanshu followed him back to the house in a sullen mood, but Duan Zhuang's comfort did not have any effect, and instead he became more worried.

"What are you worried about?"

"I'm afraid the prince will get sick."

Although the prince was indeed normal during this time, he almost forgot what was normal.

"It's nothing. If you really fall ill, the prince will be surrounded by experts who will definitely stop him."

Jiang Yanshu gripped his fingers, feeling more and more uneasy in his heart. He had to see the prince come back with his own eyes to be at ease.

"Stay here and look at the kitten more."

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Jiang Yanshu added another layer of clothes, put on the hat on the cloak, and hurried to the gate.

The guard at the gate of the mansion stopped him, "Princess, my lord won't let you go out."

"I just want to pick up the prince and give him a surprise." He said softly, his eyes sparkling.

The emotions of missing her husband are vividly expressed.

The guard hesitated for a moment, and said: "The princess must protect herself well, and don't get out of the guard's sight."

"Of course." Jiang Yanshu was overjoyed, trotting down the stone steps and getting into the carriage.

After safely sending the third prince to the Great Buddha Temple, Jun Xie's team returned immediately.

The sunset is on the west mountain, and there is still afterglow in the sky.

A group of people entered the city.

Pedestrians on both sides of the street recognized Jun Yao on horseback, and had no choice but to walk in, fearing Jun Yao from the bottom of their hearts.

Which way would Jun Xie come back from, the carriage would go in that direction.

The carriage didn't stop until two streets later, Jiang Yanshu didn't forget Jun Xie's warning, and covered her face tightly with the fur of her hat, only her eyes and nose were exposed.

Open the curtain and watch him from a distance.

The moment Jiang Yanshu saw Jun Yao, his tense mind was truly relaxed.

At this time, Jiang Yanshu felt that he really couldn't do without a man.

There were soldiers behind Jun Yao, Jiang Yanshu didn't speak, and planned to just look at Jun Yao like this.

It's just that he hasn't been happy for too long.

Jiang Yanshu heard a sudden curse, "Jiang Yanshu will die!"

The street is already wide, but if the sound is too loud, the whole street can be heard.

Jun Xie in front of the team took hold of the horse rope and looked sharply at the source of the sound.

On the second floor window of a restaurant, a masked man stood.

Obviously far away, Jiang Shangming, who was hiding under the mask, couldn't help trembling when Jun Yao looked at him.

Jun Xie patted the horse's belly, and the white horse started to move. He narrowed his eyes and stared at Jiang Shangming.

"Who is this person?"

"I don't know, I'm crazy."

"He's still wearing a mask, so he looks like a good guy."

Jiang Shangming was very scared, but he thought of his face in a blink of an eye, squeezed his palms tightly, and continued to curse loudly.