Salted fish, he thought about it

Hello?

How do you feed yourself?

No matter how bad the mood was, curiosity still survived. Jiang Juan glanced at Xue Fangli. It was just a strange glance, but Jiang Juan suddenly thought of something, and his body froze.

Hey.

How else can I feed myself.

Responding belatedly, Jiang Juan was silent for several seconds, and chose to take the spoon. He lowered his head promisingly, and drank the porridge by himself.

Xue Fangli clicked his tongue lightly, as if he was quite regretful, Jiang Juan heard it, he bit the spoon, and stomped on it secretly.

In the next second, Jiang Juan's hand was also held, and his fingers were played with one after another. He heard the man's smiling, almost teasing voice, "Why, do you still want me to feed you personally?"

"Do not want to."

Jiang Juan answered quickly, unaware that someone was staring at them for a long time.

It's impossible not to be surprised.

Jiang Sentao was holding the wine glass, but he didn't take a sip for a long time, full of emotions in his heart.

More than ten years ago, he was late, and no matter how he tried to make up for it after that, the young man remained indifferent, and just looked at him coldly, like a hedgehog that raised its spikes at everyone, and would never trust anyone again.

He never thought he could see such a scene.

Warm, warm, and gentle.

He never thought that the boy in the past would one day be so patient with a person, with a cherished attitude.

Either way, it's a good thing.

Su Feiyue said it well.

——"He is a princess, give him a hand."

Jiang Sentao showed a gratified smile, he stood up, and said gratefully: "Princess, I will toast you at the end."

Jiang Juan was taken aback, "Oh, yes."

He didn't drink, so he didn't ask the servant girl to pour the wine for him. Looking left and right, Jiang Juan simply snatched the wine glass that Xue Fangli was holding, and took a sip.

The wine glass was robbed and his hands were empty, Xue Fangli was not unhappy at all, but just glanced at Jiang Juan, who was not used to drinking strong alcohol, and his brows were furrowed, and chuckled a few times.

Maybe there should be more fruit wine in the palace.

When teenagers are drunk...the most fun.

Xue Fangli looked thoughtful.

The porridge was almost finished, and I felt that the general and the prince still had something to say, Jiang Juan couldn't sit still, he asked, "General Jiang, where is Jiang Qingliang?"

"In his yard."

Jiang Sentao smiled and said, "I heard from him that he often deals with you recently, but you want to find him?"

Idle is also idle, why not raise a bar, Jiang Juan asked him: "Can you?"

Jiang Sentao quickly winked at the steward of the house, "Princess, don't be so polite."

Jiang Juan nodded, stood up, walked a few steps and then turned around, his hand was still being held, Jiang Juan looked at Xue Fangli, shook it a few times, "My lord, I'm going to play."

Xue Fangli glanced at him, neither speaking nor responding, Jiang Juan thought for a while and asked him, "Are you going too?"

Xue Fangli snorted lightly, "No."

Jiang Juan: "..."

Then you let go.

Jiang Juan looked at him strangely, and could only shake his hands a few more times. Xue Fangli pulled Jiang Juan back with a bit of strength, and said with a half-smile: "I used to only stay by my king's side, but now I like to be with some messy things." people come and go."

What a mess, Jiang Juan said solemnly: "You talk about business, it's so boring, I don't want to hear it."

Xue Fangli said "Yes", although he was dissatisfied, he didn't really detain Jiang Juan, but told the steward of the general's mansion: "He has always had a heart disease, look after him."

The steward responded politely, and Jiang Juan's hand was released. He said goodbye to Xue Fang, and followed the steward.

The courtyard where Jiang Qingliang lives is Liangqi Courtyard, the steward knocked on the door, and then Jiang Qingliang's voice came out, "Who is it?"

"Master, you are a slave."

"There are so many people in the house, if you don't report your name, how will I know who you are."

"...Old Zhao."

"There are quite a few people with the surname Zhao. Which old Zhao are you?"

Jiang Juan: "..."

As expected of Jiang Qingliang who can even do this, Jiang Juan was startled, and Jiang Qingliang said in a very embarrassed way: "Why don't you talk? You don't know that the surnames of hundreds of families are ranked by your Zhao surname." First? Who are you?"

The steward smiled wryly, and Jiang Juan spoke in front of him, "Your father."

Jiang Juan asked him slowly, "You don't have many people calling you daddy?"

Jiang Qingliang: "..."

Jiang Qingliang: "..."

Not much really.

There was a bang bang bang bang in the study, Jiang Qingliang rushed over and opened the door, and asked him excitedly: "Brother Juan, why are you here?"

Jiang Juan said honestly, "I want to argue with you."

Jiang Qingliang: "???"

Jiang Qingliang was choked again, Jiang Juan was satisfied, he poked his head to look in, there was a book spread out on the desk, and a lot of words were written on the paper, Jiang Juan asked strangely: "What are you doing?" ?”

Jiang Qingliang curled her lips, "This month's assessment results are too bad, Jijiu asked my father to sue me severely, and my father punished me to copy "Wen Yuan Ying Hua" once."

Jiang Juan knew it.

Jiang Qingliang had to copy the entire book before dark. He had been groping for so long that he couldn't care about Jiang Juan right now, and went back to continue copying the book without saying a few words. Tired of looking at it, it was rare to ask kindly: "Shall I copy some for you?"

Jiang Qingliang was surprised: "Ah? You?"

"Brother Juan, I didn't say, are you literate?"

After holding back for a long time, Jiang Qingliang finally said this sentence again.

No wonder he asked such a question, Jiang Qingliang didn't mean anything malicious, he knew that Jiang Juan had been growing up in the countryside.In the countryside, there is no school, not to mention there are rumors in Beijing that he can't read big characters, so Jiang Qingliang was so surprised when he heard Jiang Juan asked to copy a little for himself.

Jiang Juan: "..."

Damn it, although he is just a salted fish, he is not a fish that slipped through the net of compulsory education, not to mention that Jiang Juan and his grandfather took him to cultivate his morality and forced him to learn a lot of things, just copying them.

Jiang Juan glanced at Jiang Qingliang, trying to scare him, "Isn't it just copying? You can copy even if you can't read, it's the same as painting, just follow the drawing."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Juan took the brush in his hand, then looked down at the words on the paper, and didn't write for a long time, as if he was really illiterate, thinking about how he should draw a gourd.

Jiang Qingliang's heart went cold when he heard it, and he shouted: "Brother Juan, if you can't read, you can't read, don't mess around, my father has a lot of things, I'm not allowed to make corrections, if I make a mistake, I have to rewrite it." Come on, I managed to copy so much, I don’t want to start all over again, brother tired, brother tired——!”

"No, it's really different from painting. You can't follow the painting. I appreciate your kindness. Don't, don't make me kneel down and beg you!"

"It's not a big problem."

Amidst his howling ghosts and wolves, Jiang Juan put down the pen without hesitation, and then said "ah", "It seems that the writing is broken."

Jiang Qingliang: "..."

The writing was broken, and now she was completely helpless, Jiang Qingliang slumped back, wanting to cry without tears and said: "Brother Tired, I told you not to do it."

Being tricked like this, Jiang Qingliang didn't think of cursing, but just beat her chest and stomped her feet, after all - what kind of bad intentions could Brother Tien have, he just wanted to copy books for him.

Xue Congyun and Gu Puwang did not have this treatment.

Jiang Qingliang was in pain and happy, his father really had too many things to do, even if he just wrote a word badly, he had to start from the beginning, Jiang Qingliang resigned to his fate and asked for the brush back from Jiang Juan, sighed, "Forget it Alright, I'll start over."

"Brother Juan, are you still drawing and playing? If you want to play, you can take this one, and I will ask someone to fetch you a brush."

Jiang Juan glanced at him, "Don't you take a look?"

Jiang Qingliang's heart was in pain, and it would be painful to look at it for a second, he waved his hand, "I don't want to look."

Jiang Juan stopped bullying him, "You should take a look."

Jiang Qingliang really didn't want to read it, but thinking that Jiang Juan had never read and couldn't read, maybe this was his first time writing, so he glanced at it, and the result—"Hey, Brother Juan, where did you write it?" ah?"

The paper was full of Jiang Qingliang's own dog crawling characters, but there were no broken ink blobs. It took him a while to realize, "Brother Juan, you didn't write, you are playing with me."

Jiang Juan said slowly, "Why didn't I write it. I wrote the last word. Don't you remember where you copied it?"

Jiang Qingliang: "???"

He looked over again and found the problem.

The last word was really not written by him.

But whether it is the starting point or the structure of the font, it is the same as his writing habits. If Jiang Juan didn't take the initiative to mention it, Jiang Qingliang recalled where he copied it, and he really couldn't recognize it.

Can't say it's like, it's exactly the same.

"Brother Tired, you can read!"

Jiang Qingliang was so shocked that she couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear.

In fact, you can imitate his handwriting to this extent with just a few glances. Jiang Juan is definitely more than just literate, but Jiang Qingliang just wants to be lazy, and he is overjoyed, "Brother Juan, so you can do this. Quick, come again Copy some for me."

Jiang Qingliang immediately changed his face, admitting mistakes and recognizing them like a flutter, "Brother Juan, it's because I don't know Taishan with my eyes, please, please help me copy some more."

When Jiang Juan said to help him copy it, it was just a whim, and he regretted it after he finished speaking. Now that Jiang Juan is awake, he shook his head and said, "There are too many words, and I don't want to copy them anymore. What's more—" imitating other people's handwriting , it’s not that the worse the writing, the easier it is to imitate. After all, the writing is really bad, and the structure and the like are out of order. On the contrary, it’s more tiring to imitate. Jiang Juan said: “Your handwriting is too bad. It’s too tiring to imitate.”

Jiang Qingliang: "..."

Damn, I got hurt.

Why is he talking too much.

Why do you believe the rumors and feel that Brother Tired is illiterate.

Jiang Qingliang regretted not doing it at the beginning.

The opportunity was wrong, so Jiang Qingliang had no choice but to copy down honestly, but it was Jiang Juan who suddenly remembered something.

Everyone seemed to agree that he was illiterate. In fact, even Jiang Juan subconsciously thought so—this character with the same name and surname as him had never been educated. After all, he grew up in the countryside and had no qualifications for education.

But when Jiang Juan was embarrassed by the empress dowager before, the empress dowager mentioned that the protagonist was said to be good at thin gold body.

Yuan lived in the country, how could his grandfather have the money to buy him a pen, ink, paper and inkstone to practice calligraphy?

What's more, it is very expensive to practice calligraphy. For an old man living in the country, this is not a small expense.

Could it be that Shang Shu father gave the money?

Seems like that would make sense... right?

Jiang Juan raised his hand absently, put it on several stacks of books, touched and touched with his fingertips unconsciously, Jiang Juan looked down, this is a travel note called "Taiping Travel Notes".

He was quite curious about ancient travel notes, so he picked them up. Jiang Qingliang was writing furiously, seeing this, he just said: "My classmate lent me these books, and he said they were good things."

How good it is, before Jiang Qingliang could read it, Jiang Juan became even more curious when he heard it. He turned the pages of the book, and the next second, Jiang Juan froze.

Jiang Juan: "???"

Not a travelogue?

On the pages of the book, the pictures are exquisite, the scenes are diverse, and the characters are even more lifelike, but the problem is that everyone is naked, huddled together, unobstructed.

There is no mosaic, the scale is so large, and it is full of pictures and texts. The impact on Jiang Juan is not insignificant.

Jiang Juan hadn't seen this kind of thing before, so he felt embarrassed, but he was really curious, so he just went through it page by page.

He didn't dare to take a closer look, and flipped the pages quickly, with a bang and a bang, he turned over half of the book in a short time. Jiang Juan glanced at it, and his white fingers were about to turn back again——his movements stopped up.

In the last painting on this page, there is a person sitting on a chair with his legs lifted up and resting on the armrest, and another person is lowering his head in a gesture of bowing his head.

Inexplicably familiar.

Jiang Juan: "..."

Jiang Juan: "..."

With a "snap", he almost closed the book in a panic.

There was no warning sound, Jiang Qingliang trembled, almost wrote a word wrong, he hurriedly made up for it, Jiang Qingliang asked while writing: "Brother Juan, what's wrong with you?"

After saying that, Jiang Qingliang raised her head, and then she was taken aback, "Why is your face so red?"

"Is it very red?"

Jiang Juan was at a loss, Jiang Qingliang looked at him, not long after, his own face turned red, Jiang Qingliang shouted: "Brother Juan, don't keep staring at me."

"...Your face is really red too."

Jiang Juan: "?"

He touched his face, but it didn't feel hot. Jiang Qingliang yelled not to let Jiang Juan look at him, but he couldn't help but take a look, and then take another look. After all, everyone has a desire for beauty. And—wife... isn't she gorgeous?

The face seems to be stained with flowers, no, it is more beautiful than the flowers.I have to tell what kind of flower it is, the peony is really beautiful, but compared to his tired brother, it is inexplicably tacky, and the magnolia is clear and jade-like, but it is quite dull.

Jiang Qingliang thought about it, but couldn't find any suitable description. At this moment, she regretted that she didn't study hard in the past.

If Gu Pu Wang was here, he would know how to describe it.

Jiang Qingliang was upset about something, but Jiang Juan didn't know it, his mind was in a mess, and the worst thing was that the pictures in the book flashed frame after frame.

Don't think about it.

Jiang Juan tried hard to stop, but the more he resisted, the more he couldn't control himself. He even remembered that day when the tip of his tongue touched his skin.

Hot and humid.

Jiang Juan: "..."

The steward standing by with his hands down also noticed something was wrong, he asked worriedly: "Princess, are you feeling unwell?"

Jiang Juan murmured, "My heart beats so fast."

Before the prince handed over the man to him, he told the princess that she had a heart attack. Hearing what he said, the steward was startled immediately, "Princess, you have a heart attack? Is this servant going to invite the prince and the master?"

Only then did Jiang Juan come back to his senses, "Huh? I don't have one?"

He said no, but after being reminded by the manager, Jiang Qingliang was also shocked and said: "How can you dance so fast? Hurry up and ask the doctor, what's the use of calling the prince and my father when he has a heart attack? Hurry up, hurry up Let the doctor come and show him!"

"Slave, go now, go now—!"

The manager ran away, so frightened that Jiang Juan had no choice but to reiterate to him again: "I'm fine, I'm really fine."

Jiang Qingliang still said as if facing a formidable enemy: "The doctor will be here soon, Brother Juan, what else is uncomfortable?"

Jiang Juan: "..."

He really wasn't uncomfortable.

Not long after, before the doctor arrived, Xue Fangli rushed over first. He strode towards Jiang Juan, who was sitting on a chair and was forced to have a heart attack, and squatted on the ground.

The hem of the layered clothes was winding, but Xue Fangli just held Jiang Juan's hand, his expression was cold, but his tone was soft, "Still uncomfortable?"

Jiang Juan said seriously: "My lord, don't worry, I'm fine."

Xue Fangli lowered his eyes, staring at his thin white fingers.

——The human being sent by the steward, Jiang Juan, had a heart attack, which was so severe that he couldn't even turn the pages of the book. He sat there for a long time, but it didn't help.

The young man was so afraid of pain that he really felt uncomfortable, but he just said that he was fine.

He wished that he would be the same as in the past, crying out for pain while being wronged, and slipping into his arms stickily.

Thinking of this, Xue Fangli grabbed Jiang Juan's hand and suddenly lost some strength. Jiang Juan frowned in pain and looked at him as if asking, but Xue Fangli didn't say anything, just hugged Jiang Juan. up.

"Guest room."

It took a long time for Xue Fangli to spit out two words slowly. Jiang Sentao who came with him quickly gave the servant girl a wink, and the servant girl said: "My lord, please."

"My lord, what are you doing in the guest room?"

Jiang Juan was very confused, Xue Fangli looked at him a few times, at this moment, the color on Jiang Juan's face had disappeared, Xue Fangli looked into him, pale and weak.

——Like a vast expanse of snow, thin and light, it will leave marks if you pinch it, and it will shatter if you drop it.

Xue Fangli closed his eyes lightly, "Go and take a rest. When the doctor arrives, I will take a good look with you."

Jiang Juan: "..."

No, he's really fine.

Jiang Juan hesitated to speak, Xue Fangli hugged him and walked out, before stepping out of the study, Xue Fangli paused, as if thinking of something, lowered his eyes and asked Jiang Juan: "But is he mad at you again?"

Xue Fangli didn't mention his name, but Jiang Qingliang trembled when he heard it, knowing that he was talking about himself, he didn't want to get into the water at all, and hurriedly argued: "I didn't, I just copied books there, I don't know What's going on, he has a heart attack, how dare I provoke him."

Jiang Juan also shook his head quickly, "No, he's not mad at me."

Jiang Sentao shook his head when he heard this, "Princess, you don't have to hide anything for him. This kid is lawless all day long. He must be mad at you again."

Jiang Qingliang said speechlessly: "Father, can you be reasonable? I really didn't do anything. If you don't believe me, ask Chuntao."

Jiang Sentao looked at the maid named Chuntao, and the maid said softly, "Master, the young master has indeed been copying books."

Jiang Qingliang muttered, "I've been wronged to death."

"Are you wronged? Why are you wronged?"

Jiang Sentao glanced at him, and said forcefully: "Princess's heart disease doesn't attack sooner or later, but it happens because of you. You don't want to reflect on yourself, but you keep talking back."

"Smelly boy, get lost and run thirty laps on the battlefield!"

Jiang Qingliang: "???"

Can you blame him?

Who did he provoke? ? ?