Prince Regent's husband

Duan Zhuang was helpless, "If it was useful, the prince wouldn't still be sick now."

Jiang Yanshu had a sad face, saying like this is useless.

"However, the medicine I prepared contains some spirits." Duan Zhuang raised his eyebrows in confusion, "the spirits seem to be able to restrain the prince's illness."

Jiang Yanshu was overjoyed, "Are you sure?"

Why didn't he expect that when he was a child, he was fed a lot of spiritual things by the white fox so that his body would not be weak. If he gave the prince some spiritual things, would he be completely cured?

Duan Zhuang felt that Jiang Yanshu was a bit stupid, and said euphemistically: "Princess, when spiritual power is scarce, there are not many spiritual objects. It is not feasible to rely on spiritual objects to cure."

Jiang Yanshu's heart sank in an instant, since Baihu mentioned it, he also forgot about it.

If there is no spiritual object, what will happen to the prince's illness?

"In my opinion, try to control the prince's condition as much as possible. If you want to cure him thoroughly, the chance is slim." Duan Zhuang shook his head, with an expression on his face preparing for the funeral.

Jiang Yanshu felt uncomfortable, and privately thought that the prince's illness was not as serious as Duan Zhuang said.

"Go back first, I'll think about it."

Duan Zhuang saluted, the same as when he came, and left happily.

Jiang Yanshu stared blankly out of the window for half an hour, his mind was empty, but he didn't think of anything.

A bird's cry came from nowhere, calling Jiang Yanshu back to his thoughts.

He blinked and suddenly thought of the white fox.

Lifting the hem of his clothes, Jiang Yanshu hastily sped up and headed towards the side courtyard.

The white fox is lazily basking in the sun, not to mention the yellow warbler, which sleeps all day long.

"Baihu... let me ask you something..." Running too fast, Jiang Yanshu panted and leaned against the big tree to keep up.

The white fox wagged its tail and squinted its eyes: "Yan Yan, tell me."

"I want to treat the prince, he..." Jiang Yanshu probably told the whole story, Huang Ying, who was still dozing off, was woken up by a stone thrown by the white fox.

"I see." Although the regent is sick, he is good to Yan Yan, even better.

"Duan Zhuang said that the spiritual objects might be useful to the prince. I want to ask how many spiritual objects are there?" Jiang Yanshu scratched his head in embarrassment. He seemed to ask too much from the white fox.

"How much does Yan Yan need? Otherwise, I'll just find the one with the highest concentration of spiritual power."

The white fox didn't think too much about it, and for the sake of Jun Giao's kindness to Jiang Yanshu, it's not impossible for it to help.

In short, those who are left are still left, and if the spiritual power is not sufficient, it will be exhausted sooner or later, so it is better to use it effectively.

"It's fine as long as it's appropriate, after all, spiritual things are rare."

The white fox stretched its paws forward, kicked its hind paws, and stretched. It stood up, and suddenly thought of Jiang Yanshu's words.

"Yanyan, do you think your mother's death is strange?"

Jiang Yanshu nodded obediently, "The lord said it, but I also doubt it, but the real culprit has not been caught yet."

"It's easy to handle. Let Huang Ying help you. It has nothing to do except sleep every day. It happens to be sent to the prime minister's residence."

Huang Ying, who was suddenly named, stared in bewilderment, but when she met the white fox's grinning mouth, she shivered, and her wings fluttered rapidly.

"Yes, yes, I went to the Prime Minister's Mansion. The real culprit must be someone in the Prime Minister's Mansion. Sooner or later, the truth will be revealed."

This incident was a thorn in the throat of Huang Ying and Bai Hu. During the time when Jiang Yanshu was imprisoned by the bad women, they did not rush back.

If not, why would Jiang Yanshu be forced to marry the cruel and heartless king regent.

Jiang Yanshu thought for a while, and agreed with Huang Ying's idea, he couldn't just let the prince help him.

Even so, Jiang Yanshu still felt that it was not enough. What else could reflect his heart?

After leaving the courtyard, Jiang Yanshu asked Ziqi, "Where is the prince?"

"The prince seems to be out of the palace, does the princess have any arrangements?"

Jiang Yanshu waved his hand, "Well, if the prince comes back, you can come to the kitchen to find me."

"Ok."

Jiang Yanshu planned to cook soup for Junxi, chopped up ribs, added some herbs, and asked someone to arrange the pavilion in the center of the lake, and the food could be brought over as soon as it was ready.

When Jun Xi came back, it was already sunset, and the housekeeper went up to meet him early and took Jun Xi's saber.

"What is the princess doing?"

The butler said respectfully: "The princess is making soup, and she said she is going to make medicinal food for the prince."

Jun Xie was obviously in a good mood, and there was a softness in his eyes that he didn't notice.

"He does have a heart."

Seeing that Jun Xie was not too abnormal, the steward said, "But the concubine summoned Mrs. Duan this afternoon."

"It doesn't matter, he can find whoever he wants." Jun Xi didn't take it seriously, and it wasn't hard to guess why Jiang Yanshu went to Duan Zhuang.

"Yes."

Knowing that the Prince Regent has returned to the mansion, Ziqi ran to the kitchen in a hurry, "Princess, the lord is back."

Jiang Yan Shu was overjoyed, took the knife and cut off the last piece of yam, and threw it into the pot.

He said to the chef next to him, "Please put the vegetables in the soup last, and wait until the soup turns milky white."

The chef smiled and agreed: "Princess, don't worry, you can stay with the prince at ease."

Jiang Yanshu washed his hands, took the jerky that had been warmed up in advance, and went to the main courtyard, but after looking around, he went to the study.

Jun Xi sat behind the table, concentrating on the memorial in his hand.

Jiang Yanshu walked over lightly, and called out in a low voice, "My lord?"

Jun Jie raised his eyes and waved to him, "Come here."

Jiang Yanshu was very obedient, smiled and brought up the dried meat, flattering him: "My lord, let's have some, dinner will take a while."

He picked up a piece of jerky with chopsticks and fed it to Jun Xie's mouth, and the latter opened his mouth and bit it.

"Does your lord think it's delicious?"

"It's okay, I'll put it a little more spicy next time." Without any condiments, it was still a bit bland in my mouth.

"Okay." Jiang Yanshu picked another piece, Jun Xi lowered his eyes, and turned a page of the memorial.

While watching Jun Xie busy, he ate the jerky as if he didn't feel it, otherwise he might as well go, standing dryly seemed to delay Jun Xie.

Thinking about it, Jiang Yanshu lost his mind again.

"My lord, otherwise..."

Jun Jie threw away the memorial and stretched out his hand, Jiang Yanshu put it on it, then was pulled by the man, and immediately sat on his lap.

He rubbed Jiang Yanshu's lips with his fingertips, "Do you miss me here?"

Jiang Yanshu instantly forgot what he wanted to say, and he stammered in denial, "I just want to say that I'm waiting for the prince in the pavilion."

"Oh..." Jun Xi deliberately paused, "I don't really look like this king."

Jiang Yanshu nana, it's not like that.

Jun Xi lowered his head and approached for a few minutes, and when it was about to fall on his lips, Ge Ran left.

Jiang Yanshu grabbed his sleeves to get closer, and Jun Yao retreated a little. Jiang Yanshu slightly pursed his lips, and moved away from Jun Yao, "Why is the lord looking at me like this?"

There was about half an arm's distance between the two of them. Jun Xi observed him deeply and said, "The little thing is so enthusiastic today?"

Jiang Yanshu muttered when asked, but was speechless.

He just wanted to make Jun Xi happy as much as possible, why is it so difficult.

Jiang Yanshu was extremely embarrassed by Jun Jie's half-smile look, and jumped down quickly while Jun Jie was not paying attention, leaving a quick sentence, "I'm waiting for the prince to eat at the pavilion."

There are light and thin veils around the Huxin Pavilion, so that it will not be exposed to the direct sun during the day and will not be too cold at night.

The food was served one after another. Jiang Yanshu sat in a leeward position and opened the lid of the soup, so that the soup would not be cold too quickly, and it was still warm.

Jiang Yanshu asked his servants to call Junxie, and then began to serve the dishes, and filled up the sake.

Not long after, Jun Yao came, and Jiang Yanshu stood up and asked, "What taboos does the lord have?"

Jun Jie looked at him meaningfully, and led him to sit beside him, "There are no taboos, but there are favorites."

Jiang Yanshu was stared at for a long time, and after realizing it, he blushed. He probably understood what it was, but he was really embarrassed to say it directly.

Turning his head as if nothing had happened, first put vegetables into a bowl for Jun Giao, and then scooped a small bowl of soup.

Jun Ge never refuses meat, the taste in his mouth is not comparable to that of green vegetables, so he took a sip of soup.

He asked, "Did you do it yourself?"

Jiang Yanshu nodded and said, "Well, my lord, don't dislike the taste..."

"It tastes very good, don't doubt yourself," Jun Xie said, took a sip, then met his brother's lips, and passed the soup over.

Jiang Yanshu swallowed hurriedly, a mouthful of soup almost entered his mouth.

He said intermittently: "My lord, this is for you..."

"It's not like I'm drinking alone." Jun Xi saw fine beads of sweat oozing from Jiang Yanshu's forehead, and frowned, "Ask someone to come in and serve you."

"No, it's a bit uncomfortable for others to come in." He is like this in summer. Although his health has improved a lot, he is prone to chills in winter and sweats easily in summer. It is a typical case of being too hot to be too cold.

"Little things need to get used to being served by others."

Jiang Yanshu shrank her head to the collar, "No, yes, I just... want to stay with the prince."

It was said that Jun Xie was a mad king, and he had no hobbies other than killing people, but Jiang Yanshu was the closest, and for some reason, he felt safe by Jun Xie's side.

Jun Xie's heart skipped a beat, he drank the medicinal food silently, and took him into his arms as he was used to.

How did Jiang Yanshu prepare vegetables for him back then, so he learned how to serve Jiang Yanshu, "Today I will serve you instead."

Jiang Yanshu was stunned, looking at Jun Yao's behavior, he didn't look like a man marching and fighting at all, and his movements were so graceful that it was outrageous.

He obediently let the man feed him, Jun Jie dipped a piece of meat into the spicy food, Jiang Yanshu thought it was for him, and subconsciously opened his mouth.

Seeing the piece of meat being fed into Jun Gap's mouth, Jiang Yanshu pursed his lips.

Seeing his little movements, Jun Xi stroked his chin with his left hand, "Want to eat?"

"I want to taste it," Jiang Yanshu swallowed. Just looking at it, he felt that Jun's food was delicious.

"Have you ever eaten spicy food before?" Jun Ge asked after dipping a piece of spicy food for him.

"I don't think so. My mother won't let me eat something with a strong taste." Jiang Yanshu looked expectantly at the meat in Jun's hand.

Almost every meal in the Prime Minister's Mansion was bland, and Baihu also said that his food was not as good as that of a monk.

Jun Jie raised his eyebrows, "Eat and see, if it doesn't work, then don't eat."

Jiang Yanshu ate it happily, but as he chewed, it seemed as if a fire spewed out of his mouth. He coughed, swallowed it tearfully, and quickly picked up the water next to him and poured it down.

But this is the bowl in Jun's place, not clean water at all, so one can imagine what Jiang Yanshu drank.

"Okay, hot..." Jiang Yanshu blushed, and it was too late to breathe hotly, "Wang, Lord..."

His wet eyes looked at Jun Yao pitifully, his cheeks were blushing, like peach blossoms blooming at the beginning of spring, white and rosy.

Jun Jie was amused by Jiang Yanshu's stupidity, "Silly brother, what you drink is not clear water, this is my king's wine."

"This is water," he picked up the cup that actually contained water, and fed it to Jiang Yanshu, who gulped it down, barely dispelling it.

"Since you can't eat spicy food, don't touch it in the future, you know?"

Jiang Yanshu smashed his mouth, the tip of his pink tongue was looming, although it was spicy, it seemed to taste good.

"If you don't answer my king, are you addicted to food?"

"Yes, it smells so good." Jiang Yanshu looked at Shang Junyu naively, his eyes sparkling.

Jun Jie scratched his nose, obviously he can't eat spicy food, but he still wants to try it, so he really should say something good about him.

Although squeamish, he likes it.

Later, Jiang Yanshu pestered Jun Yalu to dip him in spicy food one after another, and he had to drink a glass of water after eating a piece, and he was half full after drinking water alone, but Jun Ya couldn't live up to Jiang Yanshu's kindness, and took the medicinal food. clean up.

"My lord, I want to eat spicy food next time." Jiang Yanshu belongs to the kind who knows he can't eat it, but insists on eating it.

"Really want to eat?" Jun Ge narrowed his eyes and stroked the little thing's neck.

"Really." How could you not believe him.

After finishing the meal, the servants quickly cleaned up the leftovers.