Your Highness, the Proton of the Book, forgive me

Spring is getting stronger, and Qian Zuisheng spends more time awake.Along the way, Jiang Xianjing picked up some anecdotes that he knew and told him.

Qian Zuisheng didn't talk much and had a good temper. No matter what Jiang Xianjing said, there was always a faint smile on his mouth.

The closer to the capital of Jiangling, the smaller the wind and sand.

A group of people stopped and stopped until the spring was warm and the flowers bloomed before entering the capital of Jiangling.

Entering the capital city, the flowing water is gurgling, and the green hills are curling up, which is not much worse than that of the south of the Yangtze River.

Jiang Xian took off his cloak in shock and rode on horseback. His wide sleeves were more than twice as wide as his waist.As the convoy passed through the busy city, passers-by saw Jiang Xian startled and only saluted on the spot, without avoiding it.

Jiang Xian took the fruit handed over by the fruit farmer with a surprised smile, dabbed it casually on his sleeve, and opened the curtain to invite Qian Zuisheng to enjoy it.

Qian Zuisheng frowned slightly, Jiang Xian was worried that Qian Zuisheng was weak, and wanted to take it back, so he only heard Qian Zuisheng softly said: "Thank you..."

Then pick up the fruit and put it directly into your mouth.

Sweet and soft...

Jiang Xian was surprised to see that he ate deliciously, and felt happy, and reached out to the fruit grower for it, and the fruit grower was also generous, and directly put the basket on the car.

"Okay, okay, move them into the palace." Jiang Xian rode his horse and galloped wildly, his hearty laughter was louder than the pieces of silver thrown down.

The people swarmed and looted, and the market was disturbed by him.

The Qianyu Kingdom has strict etiquette and laws, and when the royal motorcade passes through the busy market, the people will deliberately avoid it. Even if they have to go out for important business, they must bathe and burn incense.

Seeing guards of honor from afar, they would kowtow and kneel down. Qian Zuisheng had never seen such a battle of kings and ministers, ministers and ministers.

He sat in the carriage blankly, even forgetting to draw down the curtains.

Lei Wu seemed to see what he was thinking, and rode forward: "Prince Li, don't be offended. Riding a horse in this busy city is nothing. Your Majesty also allowed you to ride in the Forbidden Palace after the curfew. Your Majesty always praises our prince. The sound of horseshoes is crisp!"

"Riding in the deep palace?" Qian Zuisheng was very surprised.

"Exactly..." Lei Wu slowly followed beside the car, "Prince Li doesn't know something. Since the queen passed away, His Majesty loves the prince more and more, and has been staying by his side to take care of him personally. Although the prince is crowned and the palace has been completed, your majesty It’s just that I don’t want him to move out. Our Majesty and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince face each other, that’s really..."

Lei Wu chattered endlessly.

Let him boast about Jiang Xianjing as a flower, and to Qian Zuisheng's ears, Jiang Xianjing is just a dandy with Jing Tian's appearance.

Although he has worshiped the general Mo Zhuang as his teacher, he is ignorant, playing with birds and walking horses all day long, motivating a group of children from aristocratic families to go to the house to expose tiles, causing trouble everywhere, making the ministers in the court talk about him and dare to be angry. dare not speak.

Qian Zuisheng smiled and listened to Lei Wu's envious recounting of Jiang Xianjing's glorious deeds, and calmly glanced at Nu.

Nu nodded, and his petite figure disappeared into the convoy like a rolling mine.

The Yundian is magnificent, surrounded by sandalwood, and Emperor Dajiang sits on the head.

The lord of Qianyu Kingdom, out of nowhere, issued a decree for this Prince's Treasure Book the night before Li Xiaowang Ye Qianzuisheng's departure.

This created a problem for the Jiangling Kingdom.

If it's just an ordinary prince, it's okay to live in the prince's mansion as a guest, but the other party is a prince, and Jiang Xianjing is also a prince.

Emperor Dajiang went to court early today, just to let the courtiers discuss this matter.

"Your Majesty, in my humble opinion, there is nothing wrong with the two princes living together." Left Minister Qi Huai just started speaking loudly, when Jiang Xian yawned in shock, dressed in empty-handed clothes, and came dashingly.

"My son pays homage to his father."

Emperor Dajiang was about to smile: "My son doesn't need to be too polite, come quickly, come here and let the king have a look."

Jiang Xian leaped onto the dragon chair in two or three steps in shock, and sat down beside Emperor Dajiang boldly, which was no surprise to all civil and military officials in the court.

Emperor Dajiang looked at Jiang Xian lovingly: "My son is back in the capital, haven't you met your teacher yet?"

Jiang Xianjing got up immediately, stood in front of the majestic dragon chair and saluted Mo Zhuang under the hall like that: "I have seen the teacher."

Mo Zhuang was shocked, and immediately bowed to the ground to return the big gift: "My lord, you are really annoyed old minister!"

"Come on, old man, get up quickly, don't scare him..." Emperor Dajiang interrupted Mo Zhuang.

Mo Zhuang sat down, Jiang Xian said in surprise: "Father, what's the matter with you Xuan Erchen?"

Emperor Dajiang tapped Mo Zhuang and Qi Huai with his fingertips, "Your teacher is discussing with Prime Minister Zuo, should you live in the same mansion as the prince there?"

"What's the matter?" Jiang Xian was shocked and indifferent, "My father doesn't know something, where the prince was born..."

"My lord, absolutely not!" Mo Zhuang felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

Regarding Qi Huai's plan, Jiang Xian knew it well.

For one thing, he was so stubborn that he couldn't be reused, so he kept the proton by his side for fun, so that he would not have time to provoke those aristocratic children who aspired to be glorious.

Secondly, the prince there, with his shocking talents, has spent a few years with himself like a devil in the world, and he has to be a bird and a horse, which is not good.

Why not do something that kills two birds with one stone?

However, Mo Zhuang didn't think that way. In the entire Jiangling Kingdom, he was probably the only one who firmly believed that his lover Jiang Xianjing was a world-class genius.

Therefore, he would not allow anything that would be detrimental to Jiang Xianjing.

In fact, Mo Zhuang has another concern. The people of Jiangling Kingdom are open-minded, and marriages do not distinguish between males and females. They just want to be connected.

Moreover, after the death of Empress Dajiang, Jiang Xianjing and Jiang Jimin's biological mothers, Emperor Dajiang became more and more fond of masculinity. Although there was no reward, the courtiers knew it well.

For Mo Zhuang's selfishness, he still hopes that Jiang Xianjing can talk about a proper relationship, and don't want to be wrong.

Jiang Xianjing shrugged indifferently: "The teacher is right!"

Make sense?

Where does the reason come from?

Mo Zhuang just said "absolutely not" lightly, so it makes sense?

Both the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty secretly sneered at this idiot prince who was so rich in appearance and so ineffective.

"You child, you have walked all the way with the prince there, and you have no idea in your heart?" Emperor Dajiang hated iron but not steel.

Jiang Xian swayed from side to side on the dragon chair with his long legs in shock, thinking that the sound of Qian Zui was still waiting on the air vent outside the hall, so he said to Emperor Dajiang: "Father, the prince came with his son and minister there, why don't you ask him?" his meaning?"

Although Emperor Dajiang was furious, he finally nodded.

The gate of the palace was wide open, Qian Zuisheng was thin and tall, wearing a python robe with a jade belt and Zhu Cuihua clothes, at first glance he looked like he grew up in a wealthy and gentle village.

It's just that he is too thin, the jade belt is loosely tied around his waist, his eyes are as dark as a deep pool, and there is a refreshing chill in the movement of his eyes.

Qian Zuisheng stood tall and jade on the court hall.

"Bold, who is in the hall? How dare you not show a big gift to see me, His Majesty Dajiang." Zuo Xiangqi Huai stopped shouting.

Needle drop can be heard in the hall.

Since ancient times, men have gold under their knees, and the ancients especially paid attention to it.

Kings and teachers of heaven and earth can still kneel, but he, a prince of the same generation, has no such reason.

Jiang Xianjing directed and acted in the play of Ten Miles of Red Makeup, and was slapped in the face by Qian Zui's voice, so she had already forgotten about it.

But this time, seeing Qian Zuisheng standing there a little stubbornly, a trace of cunning appeared in his heart for no reason.

Jiang Xian sat upright in shock, waiting for Qianzui's soft whistling sound, and sternly stated his reasons for not kneeling down to him.

However, Qian Zuisheng didn't say anything.

Against the light, he stood alone in the middle of this magnificent hall, staring at Jiang Xianjing with wet eyes, like a lost deer, in stark contrast to the dignified courtiers.

"Humei!" Mo Zhuang's eyes were about to burst.

Jiang Xianjing was about to stand up subconsciously as if she had been bewitched.