I have all the characters that the male protagonist loves [Quick Transmigration]

Chu Zhenqian paused slightly, his sharp eyes swept towards the concealed door, "Jiao Huan?"

Jiao Huan was taken aback, and subconsciously opened his mouth to cover up the fact that he was peeping: "Go back to the lord, the subordinates brought sweet potatoes over."

"What do you want?" Chu Zhenqian looked at Jiang Xing, "Why do you look like a child."

Jiang Xing said with a smile: "The charcoal fire is still burning, what a waste."

The two turned their steps towards the bedroom and returned to the stove.Jiao Huan breathed a sigh of relief for some reason, and respectfully put a few sweet potatoes on the stove.

The remaining water droplets on the top were roasted softly, Jiao Huan lowered his head and said nothing, the atmosphere in the room was inexplicably awkward.

Jiang Xing sat on Chu Zhen's knees, "How's the situation outside?"

"It's okay."

Chu Zhengan said casually, as if the heavy rain was not an insoluble dilemma.

He hugged Jiang Xing with one hand, and turned over the sweet potato with the iron fork in the other hand, "Since the war in the world has been stable, this king has not handled food like this for a long time."

"When we fought Beidi, we were dragged into the winter, and it was freezing cold, making it difficult to move." He frowned and sighed, "The supply convoy couldn't reach the front line, so it was dragged later... I lost a lot of people."

"I don't know if it's luck or misfortune." Chu Zhen said, "During that blizzard, the king was separated from the army, and found a family living on the border by mistake."

The sweet potatoes have been roasted flat on the iron grid, and the purple skin is slightly wrinkled.

"I also ate sweet potatoes." He smiled and shook his head, "Five years later."

Jiang Xing listened to him carefully, with a soft expression: "Uncle Huang is working hard."

"Hard work?" Chu Zhenqian didn't expect Jiang Xing to say that, and said with a low smile, "You really..."

Jiao Huan suddenly said: "My lord, General Zhou is still in the palace, how should I entertain him?"

"It's urgent, how can we entertain you?" Chu Zhenqian put down his iron fork and said, "Let him come over."

Zhou Jingyun took out two jars of good wine from the warehouse in the Fuchu, carried them into the house, and said with a bold smile: "Why did Jiao Huan come to look for it, I already smelled it myself."

He looked at the sweet potatoes on the iron net and sighed, "I haven't seen you for many years, it's strange to think about it now."

The three people present have fought side by side for many years, and none of them could forget the tragic casualties in Beidi, so they fell silent for a while.

Zhou Jingyun sat next to Chu Zhenqian, slapped the mud on the wine jar, and put it directly on the iron grid, steaming the room with the aroma of wine.

Jiang Xing thought for a while, and suddenly said: "Bei Di is dead, and the emperor should be relieved to think about it."

Chu Zhengan stroked his ribs gently with his fingers, and said with a smile, "It's rare to say something reasonable."

Jiang Xing was so angry that he gritted his teeth fiercely, relying on his back to cover, bit Chu Zhengan's neck.

"Angry?" Chu Zhen smiled fondly, patted his soft hair with his palm, "bites like a cat."

Jiao Huan lowered his head in embarrassment, thinking that he was blind and deaf.

As soon as the eyes don't look, the brain starts to think wildly.

Just now when he was outside the door, Jiang Xing clearly saw him, why... would he smile at him?

Jiao Huan felt uncomfortable all over, and silently drank a cup of hot wine. The pungentness burned from the nasal cavity to the stomach, but it couldn't match the strange fire burning inexplicably in his heart.

Zhou Jingyun kicked him with a smile: "You drank the wine I was about to take to your heart's content."

Jiao Huan was upset and said, "I still took the sweet potatoes!"

The quarrel between the two was ridiculously childish.

It was raining heavily outside the house, but inside it was as warm as spring, and even two or three acquaintances could gather together for a drink, which was really rare in this ridiculous world.

To be honest, Jiang Xing also has three points of credit.

The young man squinted his eyes after being touched by him, gently rubbed his nose against his neck, and let out a comfortable hum.

Chu Zhenqian couldn't help showing a faint smile, "Pour me a glass of wine."

Jiang Xing lazily propped himself up and poured half a glass for him. Seeing this, Zhou Jingyun filled his and Jiao Huan's wine with his backhand, picked up the glass with both hands, bowed his head and sighed: "The general and the prince have known each other for a long time, if you didn't appreciate it , I am afraid that I am still a fire fighter, this cup is toast to you."

Chu Zhenqian clinked glasses with him and drank, jokingly said: "I remember you told me that you must marry a beautiful woman from a foreign race in this life, but now there is no shadow."

With his words like this, it seems that the time has been pulled back more than ten years ago.

Zhou Jingyun's expression was moved, he lowered his head and subconsciously flicked his eyes for a moment, and said with a smile: "You are a nobleman in Tianhuang and have never married a wife, so why should I be in a hurry."

"Uncle Huang, are you ready?" Jiang Xing interrupted softly, "I'm hungry."

When the chopsticks poke into the sweet potato heart and turn it, the orange sweet potato mash, which is soft and almost quicksand, squeezes out from the crack, overflowing with sweetness and fragrance.

"Don't burn your tongue."

After Chu Zhenqian finished the previous sentence, Jiang Xing hissed a moment later, raised his hand to cover the side of his face, spit out the tip of his tongue at Chu Zhengan, and said aggrievedly: "Is it burnt? It hurts."

It's actually a little red.

Chu Zhenqian glanced over, and the other two understood, clinked glasses and drank without looking at Jiang Xing.

"You can burn something even if you eat it," Chu Zhenqian looked down at the tip of his tongue, and said, "Let me see."

The tip of the tongue is fine, but after seeing it, it will naturally become something else.

The spicy wine hurt so much that Jiang Xing wanted to hide, but he couldn't escape at all. He could only look up to the first person to slaughter him, and finally opened his lips and tongue weakly, making his mouth numb and sour.

[Looking delicious and sucking]

[Fragrant and soft sweet potatoes, Wuhu! 】

【Are you greedy for sweet potatoes?I'm too embarrassed to say you]

Zhou Jingyun and Jiao Huan looked at each other, and both could see the helplessness in each other's eyes.

After eating and drinking like this, Zhou Jingyun had to say goodbye even if he didn't want to, "I will go to the embankment with the prince tomorrow."

Jiao Huan packed up his things and left silently.

When closing the door, he couldn't help but glance at Jiang Xing.

But this time, the young man who was so beautiful that he was a bit evil didn't look at him anymore.

Chu Zhengan had the last half of a glass of wine in his hand. He closed his eyes and held Jiang Xing's palm tightly, but the giant clam had lost its life of being turned around.

Jiang Xing clung to him quietly, the temperature and touch of his palm were so real and novel, Chu Zhenqian had never been so close to anyone in his life before, now that he has Jiang Xing, he seems to want to make up for all the share that has been lost for decades.

The charcoal fire is burning quietly, and there are crackling sounds from time to time, which is peaceful and quiet.

The matching pulse agitates in harmony.Those old shadows of the battlefield with corpses strewn all over the fields and bleeding oars have been lingering around Chu Zhenqian for many years, yet they were so easily forgotten.

It seems that only Jiang Xing can be felt.

Chu Zhenqian opened his eyes, kissed Jiang Xing's hair lightly, "Get up, the king is going to the night trial."

Jiang Xing: "A trial fish?"

Chu Zhen laughed dryly, "Yes."

"Then I'll go too." Jiang Xing hugged him tightly.

No one can resist the feeling of being totally depended on.

Chu Zhenqian said in a low voice, "It's dirty."

"It's okay." The young man said with a smile, "I'll see Uncle Huang."

When the charcoal fire was about to burn out, Chu Zhen got up with his half arms around him, and said with a smile: "Don't complain for a while."

The rain had stopped, and Jiao Huan drove the two of them to the prison where corrupt officials were temporarily detained.

The cell is low and the water has reached knee level at this time. If you live here for two days, you will be disabled, and you will not be able to get rid of joint pain for the rest of your life.

Zhang Qiulin looked like a weak literati, but he took on the task of interrogation, and bowed his hands to Chu Zhenqian.

Chu Zhenqian asked: "Can the innocent be released?"

"Back to the lord, Mr. Li led people to check the accounts four times, and all the officials who were not suspected have been transferred to the upper cells and given charcoal fire and quilts." Zhang Qiulin explained in detail, "Most of the lower cells are flooded, and the prisons are all for corruption. A large number of criminals."

A gleam of joy flashed in the eyes of the young civil servant.

"Okay." Chu Zhenqian signaled Jiao Huan to look at Jiang Xing, "Where is Yu Qingming now?"

As Yan Ji's only reliance before going to court, this person probably knows a lot of secrets.

Zhang Qiulin said: "This person... can't be found to be at fault, so he is placed on the second floor for the time being."

Chu Zhen frowned, "Let's go."

Jiang Xing looked at the dark bottom floor, begging and coughing violently.

Jiao Huan looked at his expression and said, "Don't sympathize with these moths."

"More than a thousand people were affected by the flood in Southeast County. They were homeless and had no rice to eat. They greedy for disaster relief funds and killed hundreds of people." Jiao Huan spat into it, "Death is not a pity!"

"I know." Jiang Xing nodded, "I'm just worried that the prince will be criticized for this."

Jiao Huan sneered: "Who dares to say no to the inside and the bottom?"

When they went up to the second floor, the surrounding temperature rose a lot. They came to a cell with the strictest guards, and saw Yu Qingming sitting in it through the fence.

This person is about forty years old, with a thin face and no valuable accessories on his body. He is dressed in a plain official uniform, which can be said to reflect the coolness of his sleeves to the extreme.

Zhang Qiulin opened the cell door, "Master Yu."

Yu Qingming opened his eyes, and his voice was a little weak: "See the prince."

Chu Zhengan walked into the cell and asked, "You are the supervisor of the Central Committee, so you must know my temper."

Yu Qingming nodded, and calmly said: "My lord is upright, I can't rub the sand in my eyes."

Chu Zhenqian: "There's no need to flatter me."

He nodded to Zhang Qiulin.

Zhang Qiulin said: "You came to Southeast County by the emperor's order three months ago to check the tax accounts of each county. Why didn't you find out that Yan Ji and others were doing harm to one side, collecting excessive taxes and oppressing the people?"

The three culprits were dead, and Yu Qingming did not conceal it, saying: "They threatened my life and imprisoned me in the mansion. All letters and memorials submitted to the emperor must be reviewed by them."

The person bowed his head deeply and lamented, "Yu is incompetent!"

Jiang Xing didn't expect that he turned out to be an upright official, so he couldn't help sticking his head out from behind Chu Zhenqian, and looked at him curiously.

Yu Qingming looked up to see Jiang Xing, his pupils shrank, but he quickly put away his expression, and sadly explained the rape he received in March in Southeast County, and expressed that he would do his best to assist Chu Zhenqian in finding the embezzled money.

Can't ask any other news.

Several people exited the cell, Yu Qingming stared at Jiang Xing's back, and murmured: "How is it possible... He is obviously..."

Zhang Qiulin clasped his hands and said, "I suspect that Yu Qingming still has something to hide, and will continue to investigate, and he will never be allowed to take advantage of loopholes."

Chu Zhen nodded dryly, "I am waiting for your good news."

It was already late at night when we went back to the mansion after something happened here, and Chu Zhenqian had to go to the embankment tomorrow, Jiang Xing didn't bother him, and was stuffed into the quilt to sleep obediently.

When he woke up the next day, Chu Zhenqian was no longer by his side, Jiang Xing was doing nothing in the palace, so he simply called Jiao Huan and said, "I want to find the prince."

Jiao Huan: "It's raining too much, it's dangerous."

Jiang Xing shook the food box in his hand, "Uncle Huang definitely didn't bring any food when he went out, what should I do if I feel dizzy?"

Seeing that he still didn't let go, Jiang Xing had no choice but to soften his voice, bend his eyes and beg: "Take me there, thank you."

Jiao Huan's face turned pale, but he couldn't resist him, "Okay, but you can't run around."

The carriage arrived at the side of the embankment not long ago. At this time, there was a sudden strong wind. The rain, which was still mild just now, suddenly fell like hailstones. Jiang Xing was hit by the pain as soon as he got off the carriage. When he picked it up, it was really ice cubes the size of rice grains. .

"Damn it..." Jiao Huan cursed, and put a thick cloak on Jiang Xing's head, "Wait until the rain is lighter."

From here, the figures in the center of the embankment can be seen from a distance. The soldiers are busy filling the gaps, and the leaders are checking the situation.

The wind blew too fast, and one of them swayed slightly, but fortunately, he stabilized immediately and did not fall into the river.

But at the next moment, the embankment under the man's feet suddenly roared, and the surging reddish-brown muddy water spurted out from between the festering bricks and stones, rushing him down the embankment.

"The embankment is broken!"

There was a faint exclamation from the crowd on the embankment, shouting...

"My lord?"

Jiao Huan was taken aback, and was about to listen attentively, when Jiang Xing said anxiously, "Go find him!"

Jiao Huan: "The water is too strong, this..."

Jiang Xing said sharply: "You are the prince's bodyguard!"

The young man was too anxious, he didn't know that hot tears were streaming down the corners of his eyes, mixed with water drops all over his face, his eyes seemed to be on fire.

Jiao Huan closed his eyes and gritted his teeth: "I'll go!"

Jiang Xing untied the shaft and got on the horse, Jiao Huan was unable to pay attention to his overly skilled movements.

The mud path was slippery, and the horse didn't want to run wildly. Jiang Xing leaned over and hugged its neck tightly, and said softly, "Good horse, don't be afraid. You can choose a place with gravel, don't be afraid."

The horse couldn't understand his words, but it calmed down a lot because of the gentle comfort, it raised its hooves and rushed into the wind.

Jiao Huan clamped his horse's belly to keep up, and shouted: "Jiang Xing!"

The young man turned his head sideways, his long hair fluctuated with the bumps, and there was a rare coldness between his brows.

Jiao Huan: "My lord is a martial artist, so you don't have to worry too much! Be careful!"

The two finally arrived at the break of the embankment, and Zhou Jingyun and others were separated on the opposite bank. Under the gloomy sky, there were only dense black spots, and their faces could not be seen clearly.

There was a commotion among the crowd, and the soldiers dragged the ropes and threw them into the water, but the mud flow was so fast that people were sucked into the whirlpool as soon as they fell into the water, and there was no time to rescue them.

Jiang Xing waved to the other end, and shouted a few words anxiously, but they were all swept away by the strong wind and could not be heard at all.

Instead, Zhou Jingyun in armor pushed aside the crowd, raised his palm high, and gestured to Jiang Xing to go back.Then he led the soldiers to continue to fill the gap with sandbags.Fortunately, the embankment had been strengthened overnight yesterday, and only a two-person-wide gap was quickly filled, and the water situation immediately eased.

But no one... Jiang Xing glanced across the water in a hurry, not letting go of any shadows, "How could..."

Jiao Huan said decisively: "Let the soldiers go downstream!"

Zhou Jingyun made two more gestures to Jiang Xing, leading people to evacuate from the opposite direction.

People have been washed away by the water, staying where they are will only put the rest of the people in danger. If the embankment breaks again, I am afraid it will not be a person who fell off.

Jiang Xing was out of his mind and wanted to walk towards the broken dam.

Jiao Huan was looking for a figure on the lake, when he came back to his senses, Jiang Xing had reached the edge of the embankment and was about to slide down.

"Jiang Xing!"

Jiang Xing suddenly regained consciousness, stepped on wet mud, and before he had time to react, he lost weight and flew into the air.

【Star! ! 】

[Wait, will the hero die? 】

[I don't know if the hero is dead or not, but the image of the stars will die! ! 】

Jiang Xing instinctively waved his arms to grab the embankment.

An arm stretched across and suddenly pulled him up to the river bank.

The temperature of hugging him is so familiar.

"Are you crazy?!"

The regent shouted angrily, "Knowing that the embankment is broken..."

Moist lips blocked all words.

Jiang Xing cried so much that his whole body was shaking.

"Uncle Emperor..."

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You should be able to see the cover~ She is the princess star of this world

The font of the title of the book has not been placed yet, I will do it later