Your Highness, the Proton of the Book, forgive me

Qian Yuguo replied quickly with the letter of credentials agreeing to the big marriage.

There was an uproar in the ruling and opposition parties.

They all thought that Jiang Xianjing was deliberately hiding his clumsiness, and wanted to fight Jiang Jiming in court, and was waiting to see the prince and prince turn against each other.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Xianjing would fall out with her teacher for the sake of a man.

Even though falling out with Mo Zhuang was an expedient measure, Jiang Xian was shocked that once the Ming matchmaker married a man, even if she took a concubine in the future, the child she would give birth to would be a bastard.

Concubine and concubine are different in respect and inferiority, and concubines cannot inherit the great line.

He punched his master to death.

Inside and outside the court, a group of wily and calculating ministers couldn't figure it out for a while.

It's just that since the marriage contract has been concluded, it is always necessary to save face.

In the past few days, there was an endless stream of courtiers congratulating Jiang Xianjing on his wedding, and even Zuo Xiangqi Huai came to the palace to congratulate him in person.

Only Mo Zhuang kept a straight face all day long, as if mourning his concubine.

Every time I see Jiang Xianjing, I just ignore him.

Jiang Xianjing was unwilling to deal with the courtiers, so he went to the Liuli Palace where Qian Zuisheng lived all day long.

A string of bronze wind chimes is hung under the corridor, and on both sides of the wind chimes are cages with two thrushes.

When Jiang Xianjing walked in, Wei Su was feeding Huamei with water.

With a book in his arms, Qian Zuisheng reclined on the recliner and fell asleep.

Wei Su first saw Jiang Xianjing, and was about to speak, Jiang Xianjing made a silent gesture to him.

Jiang Xianjing walked forward quietly, sat down beside Qian Zuisheng, and looked at him with her chin resting.

The warm spring sun passed through the pear blossoms, casting mottled shadows on Qian Zuisheng's cheeks.

Qian Zuisheng had a dream.

Dark clouds overwhelmed the city, and heavy rain poured down.

In front of the majestic city gate, amidst thousands of troops and horses, the woman's body was burning with raging flames, and she lay motionless in the mud.

Flames engulfed the tips of her hair.

She opened and closed her lips, but Qian Zui Sheng couldn't hear what she said.

Qian Zuisheng panicked and wanted to approach, but was blocked by someone...

The spear pierced through the sergeant in front of him with a "puff", and warm blood sprayed on him, but Qian Zuisheng only felt a biting chill.

The sound of Qianzui rolled and crawled over, and the blurred light of the fire was so warm.

"Drunk sound..."

Sensing someone calling him, Qian Zuisheng slowly opened his eyes, and the fiery red that caught his eyes was even warmer than the sun.

Jiang Xianjing loves to wear red.

From the first time he saw him, Qian Zuisheng knew that only he could wear the thrilling red so dazzlingly.

"woke up?"

Jiang Xianjing was a little annoyed.

Qian Zuisheng is the most shallow sleeper, he didn't want to disturb him at first, but when he saw his brows furrowed tightly, beads of sweat rolling down his face, it was obvious that he was haunted by a nightmare.

Jiang Xian poured a glass of water and handed it to Qian Zuisheng, who was not polite, took it and drank it upside down.

"It's so quiet here." Jiang Xianjing sat down on the recliner on the other side, not looking at the distressed Qian Zuisheng.

Qian Zuisheng's breathing gradually calmed down, he picked up the book and continued to read.

Jiang Xianjing thoughtfully didn't ask him about the nightmare, Qian Zuisheng was somewhat surprised.

When he first met him, he felt that Jiang Xianjing was wearing a dandy's coat, and he must be planning something.

Now I feel that although Jiang Xianjing is unconventional and uninhibited, he has a delicate mind.

In short, Jiang Xian's shock was like a fog, which made him more and more difficult to figure out.

At this moment, Lei Wu came in sweating profusely. He cupped his fists and said, "My lord, you haven't gotten married yet, why are you always sticking to the backyard, Prince Li, please bother me."

Qian Zuisheng sat up straight and nodded slightly in response.

Jiang Xian turned around contentedly: "You know you're bothering me, why don't you get out?"

Lei Wu laughed dryly.

Qian Zuisheng changed Wei Su's tea: "Is General Lei okay?"

Lei Wu scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. He was not used to Qian Zuisheng's politeness: "It's nothing serious. Today, Prince Qi is holding a polo club in the suburbs of Beijing. It is said that the prince is also invited. I will come to see you."

Qi Shizi is Qi Lu, the eldest son of Qi Huai, Prime Minister of the Left.

He is mediocre and incompetent, but his eyes are higher than the top. With Qi Huai's influence, he was bestowed the title of heir by Emperor Dajiang.

If Jiang Xianjing is the number one dude in the capital, he is definitely number two.

Jiang Xianjing grabbed the fruit on the table and threw it to Lei Wu, squinting at Qian Zuisheng:

"What's so interesting about polo? If you play polo all afternoon, it's just like emerald hairpins. It's not interesting. It's better to bask in the sun."

"It's different this time. It is said that the colorful head is the posthumous work of Boya." Lei Wu narrowed his eyes and was a little afraid of light.

"Bo Ya's posthumous work?"

Qian Zuisheng put down the scroll and looked at Lei Wu curiously.

It is rare for Lei Wu to see that Qian Zuisheng is interested in anything. He doesn't know the rhythm, but he deliberately shows off, blowing up Boya's posthumous works.

Qian Zuisheng's bright eyes followed him closely.

Qilu's second dude was not built.

The polo club was organized by him to be very lively, colorful flags were fluttering, the emerald green grass was almost covered with horseshoes, and hundreds of horses lined up one after another.

The female family members are dressed in brocade and satin, smiling sweetly.

As soon as Jiang Xianjing and Qian Zuisheng entered the arena, they attracted the attention of the audience.

Everyone whispered: "The prince there is really handsome."

"Isn't that right? Can we be mortals if we can make our lord so obsessed with the general?"

"I heard that Qianyu country is rich in beauties, and it really deserves its reputation... Hehe..."

"Humei's tricks are amazing... hmph..."

Qi Lu greeted him graciously: "Oh, my lord, why did you come at this time? I'm just waiting for you to kick off!"

After finishing speaking, a pair of dead fish eyes unceremoniously looked up and down Qian Zuisheng: "Yo, Prince Li is here too, it's really radiant."

Jiang Xian stretched out his wide sleeves in surprise, blocking Qi Lu's gaze without any politeness: "Your Bo Ya's posthumous work, let me have a look at it?"

Qi Lu accompanied him with a smile: "My lord, you are very skilled at the game, why should you be in such a hurry? Look at the children of the aristocratic family, who didn't come here for this posthumous work of Boya. If you take it now, wouldn't that be a slap in the face to me? "

"Fart your mother..." Jiang Xian became annoyed in shock, "Whoever dares to stop what this king wants, go quickly."

Qi Lu's face showed embarrassment.

Qian Zuisheng looked towards the center of the polo field, the curtains were hanging down, and the prince Jiang Jimin was standing with his hands behind his back, looking at Jiang Xianjing with a smile.

Jiang Xian's startled and domineering expression instantly faded away, and he called flatteringly: "Brother..."

Jiang Jimin beckoned to Jiang Xian, and Jiang Xian walked over step by step: "You don't know the rhythm, what do you want this posthumous work of Boya?"

"You bastard thing, the prince wants to see it, you just ask someone to get it, it is also a blessing for this thing to be in the eyes of the prince."

Everyone is looking for reputation.

The woman in the private seat has a slightly bulging abdomen, lightly pulled temple hair, and a radiant complexion. It is Qi Lu's eldest sister, the princess Qi Ying.

Qi Lu hurriedly agreed to go get the lottery in person.

Qian Zuisheng froze.

"Ying'er, you're spoiling him again."

Qi Ying glanced at Jiang Jimin angrily: "Xian Jing, is this Prince Li?"

Jiang Xian was pleasantly surprised and dragged Qian Zuisheng forward: "I've seen the elder sister-in-law."

Qian Zuisheng didn't follow Jiang Xian's address in surprise, but nodded respectfully: "I have seen His Royal Highness, and I have seen Crown Princess."

Jiang Jimin smiled gently.

Qi Ying looked Qian Zuisheng up and down: "This child was born really well, Ji Ming, I think he is a blessed one."

Jiang Jimin turned against the gentleness of the court, and his attitude towards Qian Zuisheng was indifferent.

But he looked at Lei Wu who was waiting outside the tent with a smile on his face: "Little General Lei is here too?"

Lei Wu bit the bullet and stepped forward to salute.

While speaking, Qi Lu was already out of breath and held a brocade box in front of Jiang Xianjing. Jiang Xianjing looked at Jiang Jimin and dared not take it.

"Ji Ming..."

Qi Ying called out softly.

Jiang Jimin sighed: "You can take it, if you can't win, it depends on where you put your face."

"Hey, thank you sister-in-law, brother, don't worry, he will fulfill his mission."

Jiang Xian took the brocade box in surprise and joy, and stuffed it into Qian Zuisheng's hands without even looking at it.

We all know that it was Jiang Xianjing who stalked Emperor Dajiang and demanded to marry Qian Zuisheng, and even threatened that he would never take a concubine even if he lost all children and grandchildren.

If Qian Zuisheng did not avoid suspicion, and accepted this posthumous work of Boya, it would undoubtedly confirm the title of Hu Meizhuzhu.

Everyone turned their gazes to Qian Zui Sheng.

Qian Zuisheng smiled brightly: "Thank you, my lord, for the reward."