Your Highness, the Proton of the Book, forgive me

"Nonsense!" Emperor Dajiang stopped drinking, flicked his sleeves, and the teacup on the table shattered to the ground.

Jiang Xian stood upright and knelt in front of the hall in shock.

Chief Huan suppressed his voice: "Your Majesty, be careful of the dragon's body!"

Emperor Dajiang turned around and sat down angrily, without looking at Jiang Xian again in shock.

Chief Huan reported flatteringly in a low voice: "Your Majesty, General Mo Zhuang asks to see you."

Jiang Xianjing narrowed his eyes slightly and let out a sigh of relief.

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Qian Zui raised her chin and looked at the thrush outside the window.

Wei Su whispered to the side: "Master, don't worry, I think that General Mo Zhuang is an upright character, and he will never let Prince Du mess around. If master likes this thrush, will I catch it for you?"

Qian Zuisheng shook his head, took a handful of wheat from Wei Su's hand, and placed them neatly on the window lattice.

Thrush is afraid of people, and dare not approach her for a long time.

"not necessarily!"

Qian Zuisheng raised his hand and threw all the wheat out: "What's the taste of a pond fish dragon bird?"

Seeing Wei Su standing aside in puzzlement.

Qian Zuisheng knew that he was doing it for his own good, so he patiently explained.

Emperor Dajiang was suspicious by nature, but now that he knew Jiang Xian was frightened and clumsy, he was even more afraid of Mo Zhuang.

If Mo Zhuang agreed to Jiang Xianjing's request to marry him, Emperor Dajiang would definitely not agree.

After all, no emperor is willing to have his bloodline not continue.

If Mo Zhuang insisted on persuading, the emperor would be even more suspicious of Mo Zhuang's dissent.

"Then what should we do? Then Prince Du is not a fool, could it be that he really..."

Before Wei Su finished speaking, a figure outside flashed past, followed by Thrush calling sharply.

"What do you think?"

Jiang Xianjing held a thrush in one hand, and stood by the window smilingly watching Qian Zuisheng.

"What are you here for?"

"Propose marriage!" Jiang Xian raised the thrush in his hand in surprise, "It's still a couple, do you think this king is sincere?"

"boring."

After Qian Zuisheng finished speaking, he turned and left.

"Oh, don't go!" Jiang Xianjing jumped over the window to block Qian Zuisheng, "I'm not kidding, this king really has something to say, just listen?"

Qian Zui's voice fell silent, Jiang Xianjing stuffed the thrush into Wei Su's hand, and pointed to the door neatly: "It's stewed..."

Qian Zuisheng nodded, and Wei Sucai left uneasy.

"What are you going to say?" Qian Zui stared at Jiang Xian coldly.

Jiang Xianjing didn't care about Qian Zuisheng's coldness, and leaned forward on his own: "What's wrong with marrying this king? Isn't Princess Du, who is envied by everyone in the capital of Jiangling, more enjoyable than reading with her?"

"The general's front teeth healed?"

"Hey, what should I do..." Jiang Xianjing sat down on the main seat unceremoniously, "Don't worry about the fact that the general and prime minister can hold a boat in his stomach." "For me, the prince is really willing to be with you." Then the teacher broke up?" "No, when you get married, we will be a family."

The two of you came and went, but Jiang Xianjing didn't say a serious word.

Qian Zuisheng knew that the matter was a foregone conclusion.

As soon as the marriage letter from Jiangling Kingdom was sent out, Qian Yu Hou Zheng was worried that he would not have a chance to eradicate the grass, so he must be happy.

As for his uninhibited and soft-boned father, how dare he disagree?

Facing the endless Jiang Xianjing, Qian Zuisheng was upset, his head was buzzing, and he just shut up and didn't speak.

Qian Zuisheng didn't want to see Jiang Xianjing anymore, Jiang Xianjing was also the prince after all.

Wei Su did not dare to be negligent no matter what, tea, snacks, melons and fruit snacks were still set up on a table full.

Jiang Xianjing talked to himself, wandering around the room, dissatisfied with the decorations for a while, and felt that the desserts were not sweet enough.

Until noon, Wei Su came in and asked Qian Zuisheng where to serve dinner.

Before Qian Zuisheng could speak, Jiang Xianjing pointed to the yard: "Put it there..."

In March of Yangchun, under the tall pear tree, Jiang Xianjing and Qian Zuisheng sat opposite each other.

Qian Zuisheng's diet is very delicate.

There was a small soup pot in front of him, steaming from the soup pot, and Wei Su served Jiang Xianjing a portion, saying that spring covering and autumn freezing are the most suitable for tonic.

A gust of breeze blew by, white and delicate petals fluttered all over the sky, and one petal just fell on Qian Zuisheng's temple.

Sunlight pierced through the hazy water vapor and fell on Qian Zuisheng's glossy black hair, making his skin extremely pale.

Jiang Xianjing's fingertips tightened slightly.

Jiang Xian was frightened and greedy for the cold. He was already wearing unlined clothes and couldn't stand the stove.

Qianzuisheng seems to be very useful.

Holding the soup bowl with fair and bony fingers, he drank slowly in small sips.

That posture is extremely demure and elegant.

Jiang Xian coughed lightly in surprise: "Is it delicious?"

Qian Zuisheng didn't speak, and the maid next to him immediately scooped up a bowl and handed it to Jiang Xianjing with both hands.

Jiang Xian took a sip in surprise, the taste was a bit strange.

It is not as rich as chicken soup, nor as delicious as fish soup. The foodie Jiang Xian was shocked and didn't know what ingredients he ate.

"what?"

Qian Zuisheng only cared about eating, and the maid didn't say a word.

Jiang Xianjing simply fiddled with the spoon by himself.

"what!"

Jiang Xianjing roared suddenly, and bounced off his seat like a rooster with its feathers fried. The spoon was thrown back into the soup bowl, and the soup splashed everywhere.

The bowls were scattered all over the place.

The maid pleaded guilty.

Wei Su responded, "What's wrong, my lord?"

Jiang Xian pointed at the soup pot tremblingly: "What the hell is this?"

In the hot soup pot, a pair of things the size of a fist floated up and down, with two big round eyes protruding from the round head, and a sharp chin, like aliens.

Wei Su spread her hands innocently: "Thrush, didn't you let me stew?"

The maid's spittoon was changed again and again, and Jiang Xian vomited in shock.

After finally taking a breath, Qian Zuisheng on the opposite side picked up a piece of meat from the soup pot in front of him, and put it into his mouth unhurriedly.

Jiang Xian was startled: "Wow..."

The maid removed the pigeon soup in front of Qian Zuisheng, and Wei Su personally offered a cup of tea to Qian Zuisheng.

"gone?"

"Master, don't worry, the general will deliver you in your Luan according to your instructions. It's just that Prince Du's legs are weak and he has to help him several times before getting into the car."

Qian Zuisheng rinsed his mouth: "What did you cook for him?"

"Owl, Shun Qi."

"The thrush?"

"Oh, the last general hasn't had time to release it yet."

Qian Zuisheng recalled Jiang Xianjing's embarrassment just now, and smiled faintly: "Let's keep it..."