Your Highness, the Proton of the Book, forgive me

Qian Zuisheng slapped Jiang Xianjing's paw away.

"What? Are you shocked by your husband's ability to rule the world?"

"When did you have such an idea?"

"I thought of it the first time I went there. The place is too poor and the people suffer."

It was rare for Qian Zuisheng to hear a serious sentence from Jiang Xianjing, and he couldn't tell what it was like: "It's hard..."

"No matter how difficult it is, someone must take this step first..." Jiang Xianjing took Qian Zuisheng's hand, "No matter which country they belong to, people should live a good life."

People in any country should live a good life?

Ever since Qian Zuisheng could remember, Qianyu, Gaochang, and Jiangling have been fighting endlessly.

It works from top to bottom, so that the people of various countries almost never communicate with each other.

The ambition implied by Jiang Xianjing's light and fluttering words is self-evident.

Qian Zuisheng sighed deeply: "Why didn't you tell the father that it was your idea?"

Qian Zuisheng felt that he was simply in a daze to ask such a stupid question.

Since meeting Jiang Xianjing, his dizziness has become more and more frequent, which is not a good sign.

Jiang Xian was shocked but didn't realize it.

He still said in that cynical tone: "What's it like to be a director of the country, the beauty is the most important thing."

The carriage bumped, and half of Jiang Xianjing's profile was buried in the shadows.

From Qian Zuisheng's perspective, Jiang Xianjing's deep eye sockets were clearer than Qian Yu's most holy lake.

Qian Zuisheng's throat tightened, he raised his head in a strange way, and kissed the lake.

When Jiang Jimin heard that Jiang Xianjing was going to Huaigu City with Qian Zuisheng to resettle the refugees, he was taken aback, and went straight to the palace to ask Jiang Xianjing if he wanted to die.

Jiang Xianjing showed Jiang Jimin the plan of opening a mutual market and settling refugees.

Jiang Jimin was stunned. When he heard that these plans were made by Qian Zuisheng, he looked at Qian Zuisheng with unconcealed admiration.

Jiang Xian was startled and drank another big pot of sour vinegar.

With Jiang Jimin's support, Jiang Xianjing and Qian Zuisheng soon set off for Huaigu City.

Before leaving, Jiang Xianjing and Qian Zuisheng received two big gifts one after another.

Lei Wu, who used experience as an excuse, and Qi Lu, who made meritorious service to atone for his crime.

In order to hurry, a group of people travel lightly.

Jiang Jimin personally sent Jiang Xian out of the city gate in shock.

Jiang Xianjing beat the horse and walked beside Qian Zuisheng's car, Jiang Xianjing turned his head and smiled to Qian Zuisheng:

"Time flies so fast. You have been in Jiangling for more than two years. Thinking about it now, I never took you to have a good time."

The car curtain swayed, and Qian Zui laughed brightly: "There is no rush, we have more time in the future."

Jiang Xianjing was also infected by him, and the emotion of parting was instantly wiped away.

The further north you go, the colder the weather and the greater the wind and sand.

The pampered Qi Lu couldn't bear such grievances. He asked the maid to turn on the stove when he was only a hundred miles away from the country.

Lei Wu laughed at fifty steps, and was very dismissive of Qi Lu's weak behavior.

He didn't realize that the fox fur on his neck almost blocked his nostrils.

Jiang Xianjing felt sorry for Qian Zuisheng's frailty, and hardly let Qian Zuisheng get out of the car except for rest at the post station.

He himself rode slowly.

Qian Zuisheng knew that Jiang Xianjing was worried about everyone's safety.

After all, according to the report, the refugees burned, killed and looted, which was extremely dangerous.

A group of people hurried on horseback, counted the time, and then passed the last city, which was Huaigu City.

Strangely, the convoy did not see any refugees along the way.

The post station is well-stocked and heavily guarded, and it is not as chaotic as the report said.

"My lord, it's too windy and sandy here, get in the car and wait a while!" Wei Su opened the jug and handed it to Jiang Xianjing.

Jiang Xian looked back at the carriage in shock.

Wei Su hurriedly said: "Master just woke up."

Jiang Xian nodded in shock, threw the whip into Wei Su's hand, lifted the curtain and got in.

As soon as Nuo took Jiang Xianjing's armbands and cloak, he poured him another cup of hot tea before he stooped out.

Qian Zuisheng leaned against the car window and read a book.

At dusk, when the golden rays of the sun filled his body, Jiang Xian couldn't help but think of the time when the two first met.

"What are you laughing at?"

Qian Zuisheng closed the book with a smile on his lips.

"Laugh you look good."

Jiang Xianjing stretched out his hand and touched Jiang Xianjing's forehead: "Did you sleep well?"

Although he was taking good care of him during the journey, Qian Zuisheng's face was still pale.

Qian Zuisheng nodded, and moved his body in: "Would you like to rest for a while?"

Jiang Xian shook his head in shock, looking out of the car, Shou Ye City had arrived.

Jiang Xianjing remembered that the city lord guarding Ye City was surnamed Shangguan again, and his single name was Tao.

He is a white-faced scholar who talks and laughs, half of the credit for Jiang Xianjing's teasing of Qian Zuisheng came from him.

Jiang Xianjing's ability to eat, drink and play makes him feel ashamed.

But when Jiang Xianjing saw Shangguan Tao again, he almost didn't dare to recognize him.

Shangguan Tao had dark skin, prominent cheekbones, sunken cheeks, and an empty official robe hanging on his body. He was like a skeleton crawling out of hell.

When Jiang Xianjing arrived, he was standing at the gate of the city with his hips akimbo, teaching the officials below.

The whip in his hand was whistling, but the officials kneeling on the ground remained silent.

Jiang Xian frowned in shock.

"Bold, how dare you make a mistake in front of the prince?" Wei Su lightly snatched the whip from Shangguan Tao's hand.

Shangguan Tao squinted his eyes slightly, only then did he see Jiang Xianjing clearly.

"Why, I haven't seen you for two years, Lord Shangguan doesn't remember me?"

"I don't dare, I respectfully welcome the prince."

Jiang Xian nodded in surprise, and pointed the whip at the officials covered in slacks: "What's going on?"

The official's face turned pale with fright, and he lay on the ground, daring not to make a sound.

Shangguan Tao said loudly: "Report to the lord, this..."

"Bold, did the lord let you speak?" Wei Su snapped.

Then the man on the ground trembled and said, "The pig...the pig is lost..."

The man seemed frightened, and it took him a long time to speak clearly.

It turned out that in order to welcome the arrival of Jiang Xianjing and his party, Shangguantao ordered the officials below to buy a pig.

But just the night before, the pig suddenly disappeared.

The people below had been hiding Shangguan Tao's secrets, and they couldn't hide it anymore, so they had to bite the bullet and come out to receive a whip.

After listening to the official's words, Qi Lu couldn't help but burst out laughing: "What am I supposed to do, I'm just a pig, just throw it away...haha..."

Before Haha finished, he realized that the atmosphere was not right. Except for him, everyone present looked serious.

Even Lei Wu, the deadly enemy, seemed to be dead, full of gloom.

After entering the city, Jiang Xian was startled by a tight heart, and then relaxed a little.

Although the movement is slow, there are still people working in the fields.

There was a lot of yelling and hawking on the street, and the people were neatly dressed, and everything looked orderly.

Qi Lu couldn't help muttering next to Jiang Xianjing and Qian Zuisheng: "My lord, I think that Shangguan is probably acting. Look at this street, the disaster is not as serious as it is said in the booklet?"