Prince Regent's husband

Outside, Jiang Yanshu's rumors were spread like crazy, but he himself fell into deep self-doubt in the mansion.

Is it really like Baihu said, eating too many spiritual plants when I was a child is more effective than panacea?

Now, my lord, must I inhale his... deodorant?

Jiang Yanshu thought very depressed, but looking at Jun Yi, he was in a happy mood.

Because this incident caused a lot of trouble, several imperial doctors were sent in the palace to treat Jun Xie in turn, and the results were all good.

"It's really strange, the prince is fine, it seems that it's the concubine's credit." The imperial doctor flattered him, and he didn't forget to look at Jiang Yanshu more often.

Is it true that as the people said, it was the gods who came down to save the regent?

Jiang Yanshu was furiously stared at by the imperial doctor, what else could he say?

After the imperial doctor left, Jun Xie pecked someone's little face, "little thing, why aren't you happy?"

Jiang Yanshu's tangled cheeks bulged, "This is not normal..."

He had never heard that smelling body fragrance...could cure illnesses.

Thinking of this, he didn't know what expression to make.

"What's so strange about this, it means that you are the king's best medicine, the only hope."

Jun Jie fondled his brother's waist and held it tightly. Although his belly was a bit small, he could still wrap one arm around it.

"Do you know who did it this time?"

Jiang Yanshu didn't know who it was, but he was not stupid.

Someone deliberately stimulated Jun Yao, and wanted Jun Yao to lose control, as long as one person was hurt.

Civil and military officials will definitely remonstrate, but he dare not think about the consequences.

Brother's brows were tightly furrowed, and the action of serious thinking particularly fascinated Jun Xie, he said: "It's Jiang Shangming, the princelings are bewitching him."

"Jiang Shangming?" Jiang Yanshu was surprised, with a confused expression on his face, "What's the benefit of him doing this?"

"There is no benefit, but it can make my heart ache faster. I hurt my face by parading in the street before. His mother is the prince's aunt, so she will come into contact with the prince to some extent."

"Naturally," Jun Jie took his brother's hand and slashed his face, "The crown prince knew that Jiang Shangming was resentful, so he made a move."

"That's it." Jiang Yanshu was dumbfounded. He seemed to know Jiang Shangming for the first time. It turned out that apart from men and women, men also paid attention to appearance.

Jun Jie leaned close to his ear, blowing intentionally or unintentionally, "He is more resentful and ashamed, since someone handed him a knife, he will charge forward in one go."

Jiang Yanshu never liked Jiang Shangming, after hearing what Jun Jie said, he said disgustedly: "It's a pity that he ran away."

"Maybe."

Jun Jie sneered, said no more, and warmed up with Ruanxiang's brother.

Jiang Shangming was trampled to death.

When his body was carried back to the prime minister's mansion, no one in the whole mansion dared to believe it.

"What did you say?" The scissors in Mrs. Jiang's hand fell to the ground with a clatter, her eyes widened, and she heard a big joke from now on.

The servant girl cried and said: "Ma'am, you heard me right, the young master is dead."

Mrs. Jiang hurriedly pushed away the maid, and ran to the front hall impatiently.

The front hall was surrounded by servants, and there were a few strangers who recognized Jiang Shangming.

"Ma'am..." The servants all stepped aside.

Mrs. Jiang's legs were weak, and she stared at Jiang Shangming on the stretcher.

Jiang Shangming remained motionless, the centipede scar on his left face was very piercing, the corner of his mouth was bleeding, and his eyes were bruised.

In addition, there are shoe prints of different sizes on the body, and the clothes are all tattered.

Mrs. Jiang screamed, bent down in disbelief, and touched Jiang Shangming's face with trembling fingers, "Shang Ming... Shang Ming... why are you asleep?"

A servant who was brave and not afraid of death murmured, "It was obviously trampled to death."

Thanks to Mrs. Jiang being in a daze, she didn't hear this, she yelled.

"Go get the imperial doctor! The imperial doctor!"

"Yes Yes Yes."

Jiang Shangming had been dead for several days before Jiang Yanshu learned about it from his servants.

"What are you all talking about?"

Seeing that it was Jiang Yanshu who asked, the maid smiled and said, "My lord, something happened to the Prime Minister's mansion. Mr. Jiang died because of too many feet, and he was trampled to death."

He laughed a few times as he spoke, but the little sister around him tugged at his sleeves and reminded him in a low voice, "Then Mr. Jiang is the younger brother of the concubine."

The one who spoke covered his mouth belatedly, and apologized to Jiang Yanshu.

Jiang Yanshu only lost his mind for a moment, and waved his hands after regaining his senses, "It's okay, just laugh if you want to."

He has no feelings for Jiang Shangming's death, if he really wants to say it, it's just emotion.

It was only a few days ago that I learned that he was going to kill the prince, but today I heard the news of his death.

Is this the retribution?

It would be nice if every bad guy's retribution came so quickly.

Jiang Yanshu squatted in the greenhouse looking at the flowers, with his chin resting on his knees. Even though it was autumn, the flowers in the pots were still blooming well.

Warmth suddenly surged in his heart, and he poured water carefully one by one.

After leaving the warm room, it happened that Jun Yao came back, and he smiled like a flower, "My lord."

Jun Jie raised his eyes and saw Jiang Yanshu jumping down the steps, his heart tightened, and he strode across the corridor, just when he stopped, Jiang Yanshu threw himself into his arms instantly.

"what happened?"

Jiang Yanshu wrapped his arms around Jun Yao's waist, and buried himself in the man's chest, but he didn't show his face.

Jun Xie touched his neck, couldn't bear to push him away, looked down, and could only see his brother's red lips.

He frowned: "Who messed with you?"

Jiang Yanshu shook his head, his nose wrinkled slightly, he rubbed his hands in embarrassment, and said softly, "Hold~"

Jun Xie raised his eyebrows, "What did you say?"

Jiang Yanshu acted like a baby, blushing like a ripe tomato, "Hug~"

Jun Jie leaned close to his ear, breathing in and out: "Do you want to hug this little thing?"

Jiang Yanshu nodded embarrassingly, showing one eye slightly, meeting Shangjun's smiling gaze as expected.

After all, being hugged by Jun Yao every day, Jiang Yanshu has already practiced thick-skinned, isn't it just from the front yard to the back yard, it's not a big deal.

Jiang Yanshu comforted herself, but she didn't know that her bottom line against Jun Xie was getting lower and lower.

Xu Shi expressed his thoughts, but the man did not move. Jiang Yanshu couldn't help but look up at him.

Jun Jie smiled lowly, bent down to pick up Jiang Yanshu, and walked steadily towards the backyard, almost to the house.

"Boom~"

Jiang Yanshu kissed the man's face, and Jun Yao turned his head to look at him, "So good at acting like a baby, what wish do you have?"

Jiang Yanshu hummed softly, with a slight nasal voice, "No."

"Really not?"

"No, no." Although Jiang Yanshu was denying it, her eyes were full of smiles, as if there were stars, and she looked at Jun Yao without blinking.

Such an explicit and coquettish little thing is rarely seen on weekdays. How could Jun Ge not love it and provoke someone to give him a deep kiss.

It took a long time to let go of Jiang Yanshu, the little thing still didn't know how to kiss, and breathed heavily.

He asked: "So happy, there must be a good thing."

Jiang Yanshu said nothing, just looked at him with a smile.

"Is it because of Jiang's funeral?"

"Maybe." Jiang Yanshu hummed.

Jun Jie knew Xiao Shi very well, seeing his expression, he said affirmatively: "It seems that it is."

Jiang Yanshu no longer denied it, and pouted: "My lord is really powerful."