Your Highness, the Proton of the Book, forgive me

"Why did you come back by yourself? Didn't you pick up your precious concubine?" Emperor Dajiang looked at Jiang Xianjing, who was restless, a little surprised.

Jiang Xianjing sat down next to Emperor Dajiang, with a bit of grievance in his tone: "Teacher won't let me interfere."

"Yes." Emperor Dajiang gave a doting smile, and beckoned Huancai to get Jiang Xianjing some refreshments.

When Huancai came back, her tone was full of excitement: "Your Majesty, my lord, the Pearl Sparrow is back."

"Oh……"

Qian Zui's tone was light.

Mo Zhuang Dama Jindao walked in front, Qian Zuisheng had already changed into a clean robe, carefully holding a pearl sparrow in his right hand.

Emperor Dajiang looked at Jiang Xianjing, and Jiang Xianjing went up to pick up the pearl finch in Qian Zuisheng's hand, smelling the strong bloody smell on Qian Zuisheng's body, Jiang Xianjing's face became even more ugly.

Qian Zuisheng didn't understand why Jiang Xianjing was angry, thinking that he had caused a catastrophe to this person just now.

There was a little timidity in his eyes unconsciously.

Jiang Xian benefited from the shock, but his face remained calm.

Emperor Dajiang didn't know what charades these two couples were playing, but Jiang Xian's shocking love brain still made Emperor Dajiang very satisfied.

Emperor Dajiang glanced at everyone: "Why didn't Princess Saya come back?"

Jiang Xian glanced to the right in shock, and immediately a Gaochang envoy stepped forward: "Reporting to Your Majesty, the princess has been overworked and caught a cold, and has returned to the camp to rest. Please forgive the princess for her disrespect."

Emperor Dajiang waved his hand: "It's not a crime, let Princess Saya have a good life, it's shocking."

Jiang Xian stepped forward in shock.

"Find some time and go see the princess for me."

"Yes……"

Emperor Dajiang personally handed over the Official Attendant's Seal to Qian Zuisheng, said some scene words, and let the crowd disperse.

The palace lights outside the tent were dim, Jiang Xian was startled, his face turned livid, and walked back without saying a word, holding Qian Zuisheng in his arms.

Qian Zuisheng's internal energy was exhausted, and he lost too much blood, his face was paler than the moonlight at this moment.

Wei Su trotted behind and begged: "My lord, it's the last general who didn't protect well enough to hurt the master. If you want to punish me, punish me..."

Jiang Xian gave a cold snort in surprise, and suddenly stopped in his tracks: "Yes, I haven't thought of you yet, I'm going to lead fifty military battles by myself."

"Yes……"

Wei Su didn't hesitate at all, and went directly to the back to receive the punishment.

He didn't have the face to defend himself weakly and hurt his master.

Qian Zuisheng didn't intercede, but just tightened his hands around Jiang Xianjing's neck.

Jiang Xianjing savagely threw him on the bed, hitting his back against the bed board, and Qian Zuisheng couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

Jiang Xian tore off Qian Zuisheng's outer robe in a fright, the inner garment was already half stained red with blood.

Time was running out, he only changed his outer robe, and there was no time to deal with the wound.

Jiang Xian gasped in shock, and his blood surged after just one glance.

When treating the wound, Qian Zuisheng knew that Jiang Xianjing was angry, and beads of sweat were rolling down his face, so he didn't even frown.

"how did you make it?"

After wrapping up, Jiang Xian sent a pillow behind Qian Zuisheng.

"I'll just sit on the sidelines and rob the guinea finch." Qian Zuisheng lowered his head, like a child who has done something wrong.

"Who?"

"what?"

"You are not weak in kung fu, who hurt you like this?"

Qian Zuisheng seldom murmured, Jiang Xian thought he was going to make up a lie, but Qian Zuisheng's lips moved: "Didn't the general tell you everything?"

"Mortal wisdom."

As Qian Zuisheng expected, Jiang Xianjing went to Saya's staff as soon as he came back, and temporarily covered everything up with grace and power.

Trying to kill the princess was a felony, not only Qian Zuisheng could not afford it, but no one in Jiangling Kingdom could bear such a responsibility.

If this matter breaks out.

At the least, the Jiangling State will let Qian Zuisheng go out to take the blame, and at the worst, the two countries will turn against each other and start a war.

"My lord wants to hear from you."

"Saya is seriously injured, will you be in trouble?" Qian Zuisheng's wet eyes stared at Jiang Xianjing without blinking.

If he hadn't seen with his own eyes that he was so vicious that he wanted to kill someone, Jiang Xianjing would have believed Qian Zuisheng's evil.

"Why? Can you give me a reason?"

Qian Zuisheng did not speak.

Jiang Xianjing didn't intend to play around with him: "You can just grab the guinea finch, why did you seriously hurt her?"

"She was rude."

"Why not inferior?" Jiang Xian's eyes lit up in shock.

"She spoke rudely to you, calling you a dude. I couldn't get angry, so I wanted to teach her a lesson, but she also said that I climbed on your bed...I..."

Qian Zuisheng's eyes flickered, half-truth and half-false, it seemed to be difficult to speak, but in fact he was talking nonsense, nothing important.

Jiang Xian frightened the chicken and told the duck, knowing that he couldn't hear the truth from this person, and he didn't intend to expose Qian Zuisheng's scars.

Then he changed his tone: "Also, that little official Dianshi Zhima, is that why you are so fond of him?"

"I...I just don't want to stay in the mansion all day and be a waste with palms up."

Jiang Xian sneered in surprise: "The palms are up? I didn't see it. If I remember correctly, your dowry, which is a lot of money, may not be considered rich, but it is more than enough to keep you well-fed for the rest of your life. Princess Why should you be humble?"

Jiang Xian stared down at Qian Zuisheng in shock, with a sense of oppression in his eyes.

"My lord really knows how to joke."

Qian Zuisheng deliberately avoided looking at Jiang Xianjing at the beginning.

Jiang Xianjing pinched Qian Zuisheng's chin with his thumb and forefinger, forcing him to look at him: "Is this really the case?"

Qian Zuisheng was a little annoyed, and an unnatural blush gradually crept up on his extremely pale cheeks that had lost too much blood.

Jiang Xian continued Mosuo Qianzui's chin: "What? The wedding night, who vowed to commit himself to me, why are you afraid now?"

Jiang Xianjing used a little force with his fingertips, Qian Zuisheng had to look up, and Jiang Xianjing's thumb slid across Qian Zuisheng's lips.

The peach-blossom eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling squinted at Qian Zuisheng, and his eyes traced Qian Zuisheng's facial features presumptuously.

The air froze for a moment.

The moment Jiang Xian was startled and his lips were about to cover Qian Zuisheng, Qian Zuisheng finally said, "I hate her!"

"Who?"

Jiang Xianjing didn't back away, and Qian Zuisheng could almost feel the curve of his lips when he spoke.

"Saya, Gaochang people, I hate them, they humiliated my mother, killed my Qianyu people, broke down my Qianyu city gate..."

Qian Zuisheng became more and more excited as he spoke, his throat was hoarse, his chest heaved violently, his eyes were bloodshot, but he was so stubborn that he refused to shed a tear.

Jiang Xianjing regretted it in just a moment, why did he have to hear this from him?

Jiang Xianjing was not very good at comforting others, so he panicked for a while.

Just subconsciously followed the instinct, kissed Qian Zuisheng's lips.

Warm, soft and cold...

Jiang Xian was shocked and felt that he had tried his best, but he couldn't warm the person in his arms.

He was very confused when he first arrived, and he reluctantly let go of the person in his arms until the last breath of air was exhausted.

Qian Zui's voice seemed more bewildered than Jiang Xian's.

By the time he reacted, Jiang Xianjing had already slapped Jiang Xianjing across the face.

Jiang Xian was shocked and unbiased, and suffered it all his life.

Qian Zuisheng used all his strength, his fingertips were trembling slightly.

Jiang Xianjing gently cupped that hand, put it to his lips, and comforted him incoherently: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, with this king here, you don't have to be afraid of anything."