Has His Royal Highness chased his wife's crematorium today?

Chapter 339

When Xu Ling met Jiang Fei pretending to be a businessman, Jiang Fei had almost recovered from his injuries.

Seeing Xu Ling's disguised face, he felt rather complicated.

The young master of the Xu family would be willing to be the nameless face of his sister, and he was one of them.

Xu Ling has experienced too many such gazes, but he doesn't care.

Furthermore, no matter whether the person in front of him is good or bad, he is the prince of Jiang Guo, and he has no right to care about it.

Jiang Fei confronted Xu Ling, but he didn't show any airs of being a prince.

Not only because of Shanghe, but also because of Xu Ling's original identity.

Although the Xu family would not recognize a son who was willing to be the head of the princess, it did not mean that they would be willing to be humiliated by someone.

So Jiang Fei's tone was quite polite.

Seeing that Jiang Fei was almost recovering from his injuries, Xu Ling was about to take his people away.

The journey was not so smooth, and there were guards and inspections at the gates of the major cities.

And Xu Ling had already prepared for all of this, so he didn't encounter any problems.

After really returning to Jiang Country, Xu Ling thought about what happened along the way, and frowned in an unusual way.

Seeing this, Jiang Fei asked, "Xu Ling, what's wrong?"

Even if there was something wrong, Xu Ling would not tell Jiang Fei.

So at this moment, he frowned and shook his head, "It's nothing."

Seeing that Xu Ling didn't say anything, Jiang Fei couldn't help being upset, but he also thought that if he didn't have Xu Ling this time, he might not be able to leave Beixiao safely.

So it is inevitable to say gratefully, "Thank you."

Xu Ling was like a piece of wood, and only said, "Princess orders."

Jiang Fei felt uncomfortable, so he went back to the palace to inquire about the current situation.

He originally thought that he would go to Shanghe as soon as he came back for a short rest, which also showed how much he valued Shanghe.

But he had so many things to deal with that he was so busy that it was hard to drink his saliva.

So when I had time to go to Shanghe Princess Mansion, half a month had passed.

She entered the palace during Shanghe, but only met her father, and did not go to see Jiang Fei along the way.

She didn't see Emperor Jiang, she stood at the door for a while, and left after hearing the obscene words inside.

A princess, even if the emperor Jiang Guo learned that he came to visit him through the mouth of the servant, he didn't take it seriously.

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When the emperor recovered from his wounds and was able to walk and move, there was no further delay, and he was escorted back to Beijing by the imperial guards.

Fortunately, no more assassins were encountered on the way, and the accompanying fifth prince was both relieved and disappointed.

He was thinking that if there was another assassination, if he saved Jia, he would be able to restore some impression with his father.

But it's also good if there is no assassination.

When the emperor returned to the palace, he was served on the bed by the waiters due to the exhaustion of the boat and the car, and slept until dark.

Outside the door sat a group of Wu Yaya officials.

In fact, these people were kneeling at first. Later, Shouan estimated that it would take a long time for the emperor to wake up, so he made a private suggestion and asked people to move stools for these courtiers to sit down.

After all, there are many people with gray beards.

It's not good that His Majesty's injuries are still not fully healed, and these people are kneeling down again.

When it got dark, the emperor woke up, but before he was fully awake, he heard the courtiers waiting outside.

A court lady stepped forward to press the position of the emperor's temple, and Shouan lowered her head to report.

"Changing clothes for me."

The emperor was very tired, in fact, he wanted these courtiers to go back and wait, and discuss anything tomorrow.

But people have been waiting outside for such a long time, and it doesn't make sense to ask people to go back without discussing things.

Furthermore, he was also anxious about Lan Jing's affairs.

The two princes arrived late and stood among the crowd.

The emperor raised his finger and pointed to where the two were, "Come here."

The two looked at each other, and they couldn't tell whether the emperor's tone was good or bad, but whether it was good or bad, they couldn't pretend that they didn't hear it.

Xiao Changqi is the elder brother, so he can only walk out first, looking at the emperor worriedly.

The emperor's face darkened, "Stupid thing, I'm not dead yet, why are you putting on an expression that I'm dying?"

Xiao Changqi:? ? ?

He didn't, he just thought that he might be scolded as a dog in a while, so he was worried and sad in advance.

In the conscience of heaven and earth, he really didn't want his father to die.

Xiao Changmo shrank back, obediently motionless, without saying a word.

An old minister stood up to smooth things over and began to report on the events during this period.

There weren't too many major events, but small incidents continued.

This is also the reason why the emperor was so angry.

He left his second son in Lanjing to supervise the country, and asked his third son to assist him, so he meant to elevate him to the top.

But the son is useless, and no matter how he lifts him up, he will be carved on dung.

Xiao Changqi was not as useless as the emperor thought, and some of the measures he proposed were also praised by these veterans.

It's just that he is too complacent, and it is inevitable that he will make mistakes when he is complacent.

But the first half of his life was smooth sailing, so his character was not strong. After making mistakes and being scolded, he made more mistakes.

Finally, I deal with a political matter, and I feel like going to the grave.

Not happy at all.

I have to hang my heart, for fear of missing something.

Fortunately, the emperor was attracted by the reports of several courtiers, and ignored the two brothers.

The courtiers in the back row who were not qualified to talk to the emperor quietly looked at the two princes, and felt that the two princes were a little pitiful.

Because during this period of time, there was no major incident, not even banditry.

There were just a lot of trivial little things, and it was in dealing with these little things that the two of them made mistakes.

Even if these small things are done very well, they will not be praised, but if there is a slight mistake, it is useless.

Xiao Changyin went to Yongning Palace first, and carried his son back to the East Palace.

He actually wanted to carry it, but the queen glared at him as soon as he picked it up.

So it was changed from carrying to hugging.

Nanny Feng walked for a while, and said, "The Empress said, it's time for Your Highness to choose some companions."

Xiao Changyin had made all these arrangements, and only nodded slightly when facing Mother Feng's worried eyes.

Halfway through, Xiao Yandi struggled to get down.

Xiao Changyin led his men and walked forward step by step.

His hands were neither soft nor warm, but Xiao Yandi somehow felt at ease.

When he returned to the East Palace, he raised his head and opened his big eyes.

"What?" Xiao Changyin looked down at his son.

In fact, he wanted a daughter more.

A daughter born exactly like Zhao Zhao.

And Yi Yi is not only a son, but looks more like him.

Xiao Changyin often felt sorry for this.

But in his current situation, he had to have a smart son.

As for having another child, Xiao Changyin never considered it.

Xiao Yandi stretched out his hand, with longing in his eyes.

Xiao Changyin didn't tell all the palace people to go down, but he took his son by the collar and quickly told him to sit on his shoulders.

Just like that, he deliberately staggered and walked in.

Yun Zhao was setting the meal, and when he saw the green on the plate, Xiao Yandi's cheerful expression suddenly became aggrieved.

He hugged his father's neck with his short short hands, feeling very wronged, "I don't eat grass."

(End of this chapter)