Which one do you like me [Quick Transmigration]

Jiang Porridge is not afraid that Jing Zhaoyi's son is true, but it is difficult to recover from his spoiled mood.Glancing - at An - who was standing behind him, and then - at some beautiful girls, Jiang Conge touched his nose, feeling an inexplicable guilty conscience.

He took out a silver ticket from his sleeve pocket, and Jiang Porridge handed it to the gentle girl closest to him, "Let's leave it at that for today, you sisters can buy some food you like with the money, and come back when I am free." Look at you."

"That's fine, you better return to the mansion quickly, or Mr. He won't let it go." The gentle girl took the bank note and said worriedly, "If it really doesn't work, you will be soft, and in the public, He can't do too much."

"Girls, don't worry, I know what I know." Jiang Congee's mood improved a little bit, beautiful girls are attractive.

Jing Zhaoyi's young master was not so stupid. After losing face in Chunfeng Pavilion, he was not so reckless as to bring people in to make trouble, but chose to send people to stay outside.

When the squatters saw Jiang Porridge and An—after coming out of the Spring Wind Pavilion, they immediately followed and asked their companions to report the news.

No, ginger porridge brought darkness—it was less than a few hundred meters away, and immediately—a large group of officers and soldiers surrounded him.Seeing that they were obviously not good at coming, An-immediately put his right hand on his sword hilt, and planned to strike if something was wrong.

"It was you who ordered your guards to hurt Mr. He?" The leader looked him up and down - Jiang Porridge, "Now I suspect that you intentionally hurt someone, so come with me to the Yamen."

"Yamen?" Jiang Cong pointed to himself, "Are you sure you want me to go to Yamen with you?"

"That's natural, hurting people maliciously, according to the laws of Dashang, you will be sentenced to twenty sticks." The leader narrowed his eyes and looked at An-, "And you, what kind of mask are you wearing in broad daylight? I suspect you are a Hun faction." Spy here! Come on, take it down!"

"Bold!" Before Jiang Porridge could show his strength, the guards who were going to deliver things back to the princess mansion rushed over, and when they saw their princess being surrounded, they all pulled out the sabers from their waists.

"Who are you, dare to arrest our young master!" The guard yelled at the leader, with murderous intent in his eyes.

Although they are not as powerful as An--, they are also the personal guards sent by the emperor to Jiang Congee, who have seen blood and killed people.

The leader frowned, "Who are you? I don't care who your young master is. I only know that he hurt young master He on purpose, so he needs to go to the Yamen."

"Master?" The guard turned to look at Jiang Congee, asking her opinion.

"Then let's go to the yamen. I want to see why I hurt someone on purpose." Jiang Cong gave the guard a look of approval, which was really timely, otherwise it would be too uncomfortable to make a fuss on the street. Beautiful.

"Yes." The two guards put away their weapons in unison, and stood behind Jiang Porridge and An-.

The leader felt a little uneasy, this posture is not normal, his son really kicked the iron plate, right?

Did you kick the iron plate? This question will soon have an answer.

After entering the yamen, Mr. He came out from behind triumphantly, looking at Jiang Congee with a haughty face.

"You continue to be rampant. As I said, if you dare to offend me, I will let you go around!" Mr. He's smile was very rampant, "Come here, give them twenty big boards!"

"Wait, I remember that Jing Zhaoyi wasn't the one you, a brat, did you? What qualifications do you have to beat me?" Jiang Congee was a little strange, she remembered that Jing Zhaoyi was a very smart person, how did she give birth to such a smart person? — a stupid son.

"That's my father. My father hasn't come yet. I'll take my place..." Before Mr. He finished speaking, Jing Zhaoyi, who was wearing an official uniform, came out.

Jing Zhaoyi sat in the first place and looked at the audience frowning, raised his hand and slapped the gavel, "Quiet, who is making noise in the audience!"

"Father, this is the man who condoned his subordinates to beat me, and the bones of several of my subordinates were broken!" Mr. He was the first to complain.

Jiang Congee raised his eyebrows, turned his head slowly, and looked at Jing Zhaoyi without fear, "Lord He, I've seen you for a long time."

People who can become Jing Zhaoyi have always been people who are highly valued by the emperor, otherwise such an important position would not be given to him.

What does it mean to be valued by the emperor?It means that he understands the Sacred Heart, and it also means that he knows ginger porridge.

Because Jiang Porridge was wearing men's clothes, Jing Zhaoyi's reaction was slow - clapped, and he was stunned - before he realized who the person in front of him was.

"Chen..." Jing Zhaoyi knew how favored this eldest princess was, so she subconsciously wanted to come down and salute.

"Master He, I want to hear you try this case to see who of us is going to be punished." Jiang Congee interrupted Jing Zhaoyi, and gave him a look of what to do.

Jing Zhaoyi's hands trembled, and when he saw his useless son, he immediately became angry.

"Come on, take down this unfilial son!" Jing Zhaoyi knew what he should do with his eyes closed. As an old man, he knew very well what his son was like.

In the past, most of the people he provoked were his colleagues and children, and those people could help turn around and deal with it on their own merits.Now that it's his fault, all he can do is to beat him up, so as to avoid things being stabbed to the top.

"Father? What are you doing? I was beaten. How did you arrest me?" Mr. He said with a dazed face, "Father, let someone let go of me and arrest that person..."

"Twenty big boards! Hit me!" Jing Zhaoyi closed his eyes and patted the gavel heavily.

Before Mr. He could react, he was pinned to the ground, and the board hit him on the buttocks.

"Oh, it hurts, Dad, I'm in so much pain, please let me go!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

"I was wrong, I was really wrong, I won't make trouble anymore..."

After the twenty big boards were played, Mr. He's tears were streaming down, and he didn't dare to argue about what to do, so he just lay on the ground and didn't move.

"Young master, this matter is He Li's fault. As He Li's father, I will apologize to you on his behalf." Jing Zhaoyi walked down and bowed to Jiang Congee.

"Master He is indeed a good official. Although Mr. He was disrespectful to me first, I did beat him up." Jiang Porridge was very satisfied with Jing Zhaoyi's handling, and took out a bank note from his pocket, "This How about an apology?"

Jing Zhaoyi hesitated for a while, and finally took the bank note, "Thank you, my lord, for forgiving my son."

"You're welcome~" Jiang Porridge smiled at Mr. He, and when he saw that he avoided his eyes, the smile on his face became wider.

Sure enough, only when you have power and power can you act willfully.

"An-, do you think my behavior is too much?" On the way back, Jiang Cong pulled An- into the carriage.

"He Li dared to offend the princess, hitting him is nothing more than a small punishment." An - sat on the side a little cautiously.In the past, she always hid in the dark to protect the princess, but this was the first time she wanted to sit with the princess in such an open and aboveboard manner.

"That's it." Jiang Congee looked curiously at An-, An-mask was made of something, it covered most of the face, only the part below the mouth and the eyes were exposed.

"An—, can you take off the mask and let me see?" Jiang Conge couldn't help his curiosity.

"Princess, this subordinate's appearance is damaged, I'm afraid it will scare the princess." An - bowed his head, avoiding Jiang Congee's sight.

"That's it." Jiang Cong noticed An—some resistance after taking off the mask, so she didn't continue to force her to take it off, "How old are you this year?"

"The subordinates already have [-]-." An- replied.

Twenty-years old, I have just reached the age of ji, doesn't that mean that I am six years older than myself?

"You raise your head up." Jiang Porridge said, stretching out his hand to pinch An-'s chin.

How should I put it, it was probably because the mask covered up most of Akira's features.Jiang Congee looked at Wei-lips with a protruding chin, and the more he looked at it, the more beautiful he felt.

Resisting the desire to press it up with her fingers, Jiang Conge loosened An-'s chin, and shifted her gaze to her fair neck.

"An—, when did you follow me?" Jiang Congee asked.

"Back to the princess, this subordinate has been by the princess's side since he was 12 years old. It has been nine years." An—maintained his original movements to answer the question.

"Then what do you think of Bengong?" Jiang Congee asked, after following him for nine years, he should be very familiar with his words and deeds.

"Princess..." He paused as he spoke, as if he was recalling something, "Princess is a dragon and phoenix among human beings, talented and intelligent, and looks like a fairy..."

Jiang Porridge couldn't help laughing, "Stop, I'm not listening to you blowing rainbow farts."

"Princess, what is a rainbow fart?" An - there was some doubt in his eyes.

Jiang Congee blinked, and gave an explanation casually, "It probably means that the flattery is very good, like a rainbow."

"So that's the case, it's because the subordinate's knowledge is not in place." An - silently learned the new knowledge point, and kept it in his heart.

"What my subordinates are saying is not rainbow farts, but words from the heart." An-said, "In the mind of my subordinates, the princess is that kind of character, and no one can compare to you."

Listen, this little mouth is as sweet as honey!

If you don't eat the grass beside the nest, the influence will be bad, and the ginger porridge will be a little bit ready to move, wanting to tease her - see her true face, and then...

Speaking of which, An—is a master of martial arts, with extraordinary skills, if he really becomes his own...

stop stop!Don't eat the grass beside the nest!Ginger porridge, you wake up - order!There are so many beautiful girls in Chunfeng Pavilion!

Dark—but if you want to keep it to protect yourself, let's keep the current relationship.

A pure and strong master-servant relationship.