Your Highness, the Proton of the Book, forgive me

Jiang Xian was shocked and angry: "Your Majesty, why don't you look in the mirror, how can you look like a king of a country?"

Qian Zuisheng tried his hand a few times, but failed. He was a little anxious: "Actually, Xueer..."

"You don't need to explain...I won't listen...I won't listen..." Jiang Xian covered his ears in shock.

Qian Zuisheng sighed helplessly, lay down next to Jiang Xianjing, tried for a while, and finally shut up obediently.

Jiang Xianjing pricked up his ears and waited for a long time, but there was nothing to say. If I don't listen to this kid, why don't I say anything?

Jiang Xian gasped in shock.

In the middle of the night, he even took the bedding with him and drove Qian Zuisheng off the dragon couch.

In the past few days, Jiang Xian was shocked to see that Qian Zuisheng's nose was not a nose, and his eyes were not eyes.

Qian Zuisheng was worried.

Jiang Xianjing doesn't give sweets, but he can still bear it, but Jiang Xianjing is not happy about such a big event as offering sacrifices to heaven, and he dare not force it.

Because of Jiang Xian's petty temper, the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven has been dragging on.

The royal family does not worship the sky, and the people of Qianyu dare not worship their ancestors, and they dare not even set off a bunch of fireworks.

The Lantern Festival will be in two days. If we don't offer sacrifices to the sky, this year will only be so deserted.

Jiang Xianjing actually didn't know the reason.

Qian Zuisheng said so many mistakes, so naturally he didn't dare to mention it again.

As long as it is mentioned, Jiang Xianjing will threaten to drink the soup.

Qian Zuisheng had nothing to do.

What's more, Qian Zuisheng slept until midnight every day, and would be kicked out of bed by Jiang Xian.

Qian Zuisheng couldn't help it, so he had to wear dark circles under his eyes every day.

Fortunately, there is no need to go to court before the Lantern Festival.

The ministers were also anxious, but Jiang Xianjing's trouble at the palace banquet was still fresh in his memory, and no one dared to touch his bad luck.

On this day, Qianyechen brought Lin'er over to say hello, and from a distance, he saw Qian Zuisheng sitting alone on the porch holding a soup bowl.

Jiang Xian was surprised that she was locked in the room, and no one would disturb her.

Seeing Lin'er, Qian Zuisheng just lightly raised his eyelids, then looked down at the closed door again.

Qianyechen was dumb: "Your Majesty, is His Highness the Crown Prince still angry?"

Qianzui gave a vague "hmm".

"This sister-in-law wants to say something. Why doesn't Your Majesty explain it? Then Xueer, you just took a look at it from a distance. Why don't you explain it to His Highness the Crown Prince?"

Qian Zuisheng was both embarrassed and wronged: "Gu wanted to say it, but Xian Jing...he...he didn't listen..."

"Oh?"

Qianyechen was a little strange, "His Royal Highness is not like that vexatious person, how did you tell him?"

Qian Zuisheng said briefly without being awkward.

Qianyechen was directly amused by the listener: "My lord, if His Royal Highness says you won't explain it, then you really won't explain it? Don't you know what is meant by 'duplicity'? "

"But..." Qian Zuisheng was still confused.

Qianyechen took the soup bowl: "Well, if your majesty is relieved, can my younger sister walk for you?"

"Okay, okay..." Qian Zuisheng hurriedly stood up, pinching his hands unconsciously on the robe, "Well, this is a medicinal diet, Xian Jing...he...hasn't taken his medicine for two meals, remember to let him with a candied fruit..."

Qian Zui's voice was trembling, and it took a long time to explain to Qian Yechen to go in.

At this moment, Nu Yi was lying on the crack of the door and looking out.

Jiang Xianjing was holding a jug, and the table was full of various delicacies from Qianyu City.

Nu Yi suddenly jumped off the table.

"Who?" Jiang Xian asked in a low voice.

Nu Yi's bulging belly moved a bit: "Princess..."

Jiang Xian nodded in surprise.

With a "crash", he swept the things off the table and stuffed them under the bed.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, Jiang Xian was lying on the bed with her head covered, and Nu Yi tiptoed to open the door.

As soon as the door was opened, Qianyechen's footsteps paused, and he said loudly: "How is your Highness the Crown Prince today?"

Qian Zuisheng's footsteps moved this way unconsciously.

Jiang Xian propped his chin in shock, lying on the bed chatting with Qianyechen through the screen.

I don't know what he said, but after Qianyechen left, Jiang Xian did not close the door for the first time.

Qianyechen explained to Qian Zuisheng in this way outside the house.

Qian Zuisheng was apprehensive, and bravely sat on Jiang Xianjing's bedside, but Jiang Xianjing didn't resist.

Qian Zuisheng was overjoyed, and hurriedly grabbed Jiang Xianjing's hand: "It's not that I won't let you drink, it's just that your body hasn't recovered. If you really want to drink, we have to drink well. There is an altar of sweet-scented osmanthus wine in Qingcheng Palace. I'll let someone open it, tomorrow morning we will sacrifice to heaven, let's do something for General Wei, shall we?"

"Really?" Jiang Xian was startled and skeptical.

Qian Zui nodded hurriedly.

Jiang Xian lay down on his back in shock, resting his head on his arms: "Okay..."

Qian Zuisheng's face was full of smiles, and he wanted to go straight to the topic and have a good time, but then remembered Qianyechen's explanation, so he had to cough lightly and said: "That Xue'er..."

"I don't listen...I don't listen..."

Jiang Xianjing seemed to be in a bad mood just now, and turned around covering his ears.

Qian Zuisheng continued to explain cheekily: "You left without saying goodbye that year, and my heart ached. It happened that Mrs. Hong brought the young lady into the palace to greet the princess. She was wearing a red dress. I looked like you from a distance...I... ..."

Qian Zui's voice became lower and lower as he spoke, until the end it was as thin as a gossamer, as if he was about to cry in the next moment.

Jiang Xian was so shocked that he couldn't stand him like this, and immediately turned around: "Oh... I didn't say anything about you...you..."

He stopped abruptly, just in time to meet Qian Zuisheng's unrestrained smile.

Finished, Your Majesty learned badly!

Worse still to come, Qian Zuisheng pinched Jiang Xianjing's chin, and sniffed Jiang Xianjing's lips with the tip of his nose: "Your Highness, what does this smell like?"

Jiang Xian raised the corners of his mouth shamelessly in shock: "Manly!"

The bead curtain swayed, blocking the beauty of the room.

Since receiving Qian Zuisheng's will that day, Wei Su has been busy preparing the bride price for the proposed marriage.

For such a big event, the gate of the Wei Mansion was almost broken, and all the ministers came to congratulate him.

Wei Cang greeted and sent them off, and he was very busy for several days.

He was a little depressed.

That night, Jiang Xian was startled by Master Luo Hong's words, which were resounding and powerful, like thunder, saying that there is only one person in a lifetime, and that life depends on each other.

Wei Cang was a little relieved at the time, thinking that His Majesty's commitment to this person was considered a blessing.

But when I came back, the more I smacked, the more I felt something was wrong.

When I was in Qinghe.

Wei Su was punished, Jiang Xian was shocked to see that Wei Suhe's eyes were very wrong at that time.

At that time, I felt like I was facing a big enemy, and I was afraid that Wei Su would make a fool of Jiang Xianjing, so I had to agree to Wei Su and Li Qiao's marriage.

Now that I think about it, could it be that His Highness the Crown Prince lied to him?

But it's not right...

On the day when Wei Su committed suicide, Jiang Xianjing raised it up high and put it down lightly in order to protect Wei Su...

suicide?

Wei Cang was stunned, Wei Su was clearly with Li Qiao at that time, under what circumstances would he kill himself?

Wei Cang is well aware of his son's nature.

He valued love and righteousness, and he didn't want to owe others... Could it be that he and Li Qiao had promised life and death at that time?

Thinking of this, the depression in Wei Cang's heart was swept away.

I couldn't help feeling grateful to Jiang Xianjing and Qian Zuisheng.