Your Highness, the Proton of the Book, forgive me

A series of movements were like flowing clouds and flowing water. Jiang Xian was stunned to be half hugged and half hugged and stood in the night wind, his head still dizzy.

"never mind……"

Qian Zui's voice kept patting Jiang Xianjing's back.

Jiang Xian looked down in shock, his shoes and socks were in order, but Qian Zuisheng was still barefoot;

Qian Zuisheng stopped Jiang Xianjing from taking off his shoes and socks, but raised his chin to let him look into the distance.

The Chengqian Palace, which was separated from the Liuli Palace by a wall, was engulfed in a sea of ​​flames.

Jiang Xian couldn't care less, and ran away with Qian Zuisheng.

There was a dead silence outside the hall, only the "cracking" sound of burning wood.

Emperor Dajiang was wrapped in a thick blanket, his hair was wet with sweat, and stuck to his face in a mess.

The whole person was in a state of embarrassment as if his soul had been stolen by a ghost.

His face was livid, and Huan Cai put on his shoes tremblingly.

Jiang Xianjing took the shoes and socks from Huancai's hand, knelt down and put them on for Emperor Dajiang.

After Jiang Xianjing dressed Emperor Dajiang, Emperor Dajiang lovingly extended his hand to Jiang Xianjing and let him sit on his dragon chariot.

Jiang Xian blinked at Qian Zuisheng in shock.

He quickly kicked off his shoes and socks, and placed them by Qian Zuisheng's feet.

Emperor Dajiang sternly shouted: "Check it out... check it out and see who has the guts to set fire to the deep palace?"

"Father, be careful of the dragon's body."

Jiang Xian was in shock and kept calming down Emperor Dajiang.

After a while, Emperor Dajiang managed to suppress his anger: "Where is Mo Zhuang?"

"Chen is here!"

Mo Zhuang smashed the empty wooden barrel in his hand to the ground with a bang, and fell to his knees straight.

His whole body was scorched black, only a pair of eyes that were dull due to fatigue showed that he was still a living person.

"Teacher, what's going on?"

Jiang Xian couldn't help but speak.

"Report to Your Majesty, Wang Ye, it is preliminarily determined that the Chengqian Palace leaked water, and the fire spread to the Liuli Palace of the Wang Ye. As for the cause of the fire, it is still unknown."

"I don't know? Did I raise you, a great general, for dinner? Since the founding of Dajiang, I'm afraid it's the first time I've been turned into an emperor who roasted a dragon."

"Your Majesty, calm down!"

Immediately, the bottom fell to its knees in darkness.

Jiang Jimin and Qi Huai arrived.

Jiang Jimin whispered to persuade Emperor Dajiang to go back to the harem to rest.

"I'm not going anywhere."

Emperor Dajiang glanced around, but did not see Lei Xiaodong's figure, thinking how could this man not be able to support the wall like this?

He had no choice but to yell at Jiang Jimin: "Prince, you should check for me now, if you can't find out why, I won't go anywhere."

The prince took the order and walked away immediately.

A moment later, Huancai whispered in Emperor Dajiang's ear and reported: "Your Majesty, Mr. Wen was very anxious when he heard that Chengqian Hall was on fire. He brought ginger tea and warm clothes to ask for an interview."

Only then did Emperor Dajiang's expression soften: "It's hard for him to run around at night, please invite him in."

It was only then that Mr. Wen came gracefully in the eyes of everyone.

Jiang Xianjing always felt that Qianzui's voice was weak.

But when he saw Mr. Wen suddenly, he realized what a real Weak Willow Fufeng is.

Qian Zuisheng's weakness is due to sickness, but this person is naturally charming, weak and not effeminate, with every frown and smile, people can't help but feel the desire to protect.

Mr. Wen personally served ginger tea to everyone.

When it was Jiang Xian's turn to be shocked, Mr. Wen suddenly smiled slightly: "My lord, please..."

That smile is like spring breeze and rain, making people can't help but laugh along with them.

Jiang Xian's hand that took ginger tea paused slightly, and his fingertips accidentally touched Mr. Wen's, why is this man's hand so cold?

Jiang Xian thanked him in surprise, but didn't drink. Instead, he looked around for Qian Zuisheng's figure.

"My lord, don't worry, Xiao Ke will serve tea to the princess right now."

Looking for Mr. Wen's gaze, Jiang Xianjing saw Qian Zuisheng not far away in single clothes, who was lowering his head and talking to Jiang Jimin, as if he didn't notice this side.

Jiang Jimin has long been accustomed to Emperor Dajiang's reprimand: "Did anything happen to you before going to bed with Xianjing?"

"My lord and I drank a little too much, but we didn't find anything unusual."

Qian Zuisheng was obviously absent-minded, and kept looking in Jiang Xianjing's direction:

As he turned his head, the ambiguous traces on his neck were looming, but he didn't notice it.

No need to guess, it was also left behind by Jiang Xian's fuss. It's a big crowd, so it's not very good.

Jiang Jimin paused when he was undoing the strap of his cloak.

Jiang Xianjing had quietly stood behind the two of them at some point, holding ginger tea in one hand and holding the robe in the other.

"Brother, what's the matter?"

Jiang Jimin shook his head: "There is no clue yet."

"Who is so bold?"

"Who knows?"

The servant came to report, and Jiang Jimin hurried forward.

"Zui Sheng, you said this fire, who actually lit it?"

"how could I know?"

Jiang Xianjing didn't notice the strangeness in Qian Zuisheng's words, he looked around: "Why don't you see Nuo Yi?"

After Jiang Xianjing finished speaking, she handed the robe in front of Qian Zuisheng.

Qian Zuisheng didn't answer, turned around and strode forward.

Jiang Xian strode up in shock.

Qian Zuisheng walked faster and faster, Jiang Xianjing followed suit.

In the end, the two actually ran along the city wall.

After finally pushing the person against the wall, Jiang Xianjing whispered, "What are you running for?"

Qian Zuisheng also seemed to be angry, his chest heaved violently, and he stubbornly turned his head away from Jiang Xianjing.

With the faint light of the palace lantern, the tooth marks on Qian Zuisheng's neck were clearly visible.

The haze just now was swept away.

Jiang Xianjing's fingertips brushed Qian Zuisheng's back neck unintentionally: "Be good, please? Just tell me what you want, don't play tricks behind your back. Otherwise, be careful and I won't be able to protect you."

After finishing speaking, under Qian Zuisheng's glaring gaze, he raised his head and drank the ginger tea in his hand, and tightened his arms around Qian Zuisheng's waist.

Not a drop of ginger tea was left in Qianzuishe's mouth.

Qian Zuisheng was suddenly poured a mouthful of ginger tea, and couldn't help but bent over and coughed violently: "Cough... What are you crazy about...cough..."

Jiang Xian licked his lips in shock, and smiled teasingly: "Go back, father is still waiting!"

The atmosphere was as solemn as Mount Tai, and Mr. Wen was careful to give Emperor Dajiang his breath.

Qi Huai, Mo Zhuang, Jiang Jimin, and the father and son of the Lei family who rushed over out of breath, all fell to their knees in silence.

Jiang Xianjing and Qian Zuisheng also knelt down not far away.

Looking at Jiang Xian's shock at this battle, he knew that Jiang Jimin must have found nothing.

No wonder he, in such a short period of time, even if Bao Qingtian was reincarnated, he might be helpless.

Dajiang Emperor Mo Zhuang, as the commander of the forbidden army, was inevitably affected by the disaster of pond fish.

"Xian Jing, where have you been?"

Before Jiang Xianjing could speak, Qian Zuisheng said loudly, "I want to report to my father, my lord took me to check the source of the fire."

"Oh?" Emperor Dajiang was a little surprised, and immediately turned his gaze to Jiang Xianjing, "Where did you go to check? Did you find anything? Xianjing, help your wife up and say, the ground is cold."

Jiang Xian almost gnawed his back molars in shock.

Qian Zuisheng was trying to manipulate him on purpose.

Jiang Xianjing vaguely remembered that in the original text, there was indeed a fire in the palace.

The culprit seems to be the sound of Qianzui who spoke so clearly at the moment.

But he has no evidence now?

Even if there is evidence, you can't push your daughter-in-law out, right?

The situation did not allow him to hesitate, Jiang Xianjing made a decisive decision: "Father, you are my son!"