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Chapter 87

Duan Jiu was a little confused: "What are you going to the river for?"

Of course I’m here to look at you as a little girl! Let you taste the beauty of love!

It's hard to say this directly, so Jiang Fang smiled tenderly: "What else can I do? Of course it's laundry."

Duan Jiu wondered: "There is well water..."

Since moving into the courtyard, he has always done his laundry by the well.

Jiang Fang glared and growled: "Stop being so verbose, hurry up!"

Okay, the dominatrix is ​​still the same dominatrix who tormented him.

Duan Jiu didn't know what was wrong with Jiang Fang, but he knew that fighting was useless.

Nangong Chuiyang looked shocked, what did he hear?!

Laundry! Go to the river to do laundry! A man does laundry! This man is still His Highness!

Seeing Duan Jiu picking up the wooden basin filled with dirty clothes, Nangong Chuiyang almost failed. He really wanted to hit the hateful big red spot with a walking stick. Is she still human?

"Mom, brother, do you still want to wash clothes?" Nangong Chuiyang frowned, with a puzzled face: "I have never seen a house where men wash clothes."

"Brother, this is called a good man's virtue."

What the hell?

Jiang Fang taught him earnestly: "Son, as the saying goes, a man with virtue is a man of talent, and a man with high morals is a man with high talents. So you should learn more from your brother and keep your morals."

Nangong Chuiyang's eyes widened in disbelief, he turned against her!

Talking about masculinity to a man, this world is too magical! And the one who is humiliated is his Highness!

Nangong Chuiyang was so angry that he couldn't control himself. He forgot to pretend to be an idiot and smiled gloomily: "So what if you don't abide by your male virtues?"

Jiang Fang took on the momentum of splitting a watermelon and said with a ferocious smile: "If you don't uphold your morals, you'll get a few broken bones!"

"???"

"!!!" Duan Jiu took a deep breath and said tremblingly: "Okay, let's go quickly. Go early and come back early."

Nangong is still a child, can you please stop being so outspoken!

Nangong Chuiyang rubbed his warm ears. He couldn't help it anymore. His ears felt dirty!

The bastard Emperor Yong didn’t know where he found such a top-notch female hooligan, and she abused His Highness so badly that I couldn’t bear to watch it for a whole day!

He made up his mind again to do it tonight!

"Doctor Jiang, Dr. Jiang!" Guilian ran over and said with a smile: "Our young master likes to eat the smoothies you made, so my wife said to make them every day. If you don't have enough ice, go to the provincial capital to buy it! Of course it doesn't take any trouble.

Doctor Jiang just takes action and lets the cook do it, and everyone has a share!"

Jiang Fang said hurriedly: "Thank you, Mrs. Sheng, for your generosity."

Besides Duan Jiu, the one who also had two bowls of flavored smoothies was Yu Ziang.

Mrs. Sheng's eyes were full of her son. After feeding Yu Zi'ang, she saw that he particularly liked to eat, so she handed over her bowl.

Yu Ziang wanted to eat, but he refused to let his mother eat. He insisted on taking a bite before letting her feed him.

Mrs. Sheng thought it was very heartwarming. She smiled and nodded after tasting it. It was indeed delicious and it relieved the heat.

"Mom, just ask Dr. Jiang to do it again. Do it every day."

Guilian had already finished her portion, and she laughed when she heard the words, recalling the comforting taste.

"Doctor Jiang also said that you can make red bean soup, cow's milk, goat's milk, and all kinds of fresh fruits. You can mix and match as you like."

Yu Ziang's eyes lit up and he begged: "Mom, please ask Sister A Fang to make a few more bowls, I still want to eat!"

"Don't eat too much, or you may have diarrhea." Mrs. Sheng doted on her son but would not get dizzy.

After thinking about it, Mrs. Sheng asked Guilian to ask Jiang Fang if there were any other ways to eat it, lest her son get tired of it.

After listening to Guilian Dai's words, Jiang Fang thought for a while and said with a smile: "Yes, there is, but it needs to be made with some tools. I'll just draw the drawings first and ask Carpenter Zhou in the village to do it."

Carpenter Zhou's wife's brother is a blacksmith, so that saves trouble.

"Okay, money is not an issue anyway, as long as the young master is happy with the meal." Guilian smiled and nodded.

Jiang Fang went back to his room, painted a few strokes, handed the drawing to Guilian, and headed towards the river with Duan Jiu and Nangong Chuiyang, who insisted on following.

I don’t know if it was a coincidence or not, but along the way, I encountered female creatures carrying dirty clothes one after another. Their faces were full of excitement, flushed, and their eyes were shining, as if they were not going to wash clothes, but to pick them up.

money.

Duan Jiu frowned slightly. There were a lot of people doing laundry, but it was not surprising that laundry was done frequently in summer.

It’s just that some of the ladies are holding winter coats...

"Jiang Fang really took Brother Duan out to do laundry!"

"How can I lie to you? Even if A Fang lives with the prefect's wife and young master, she is still from our Hammer Village."

"Oh my god, her husband-in-law is getting prettier and prettier! He's too good-looking to be real!"

"Alas, Jiang Fang is still so ugly..."

Jiang Fang shot a knife in the eye, but she was not deaf yet! Where is the politeness?

Nangong Chuiyang almost laughed out loud, and gritted his teeth to hold it in.

From the moment he left the courtyard, he felt tense all over. He didn't know how many Yong Guo spies were in the village, and he must not reveal any flaws.

Always remember that you are a child with a burned-out brain!

Nangong Chuiyang had a puffy face, looking left and right, as if curiously scanning the faces of ordinary village girls, and whispered: "Brother, they are all looking at you."

It's like looking at delicious snacks, which is an elegant way of saying it. It's basically like looking at big fat meat!

Duan Jiu later realized that he had forgotten to put his hair down, so he could only grow colder and write "Keep away from strangers" written all over his face.

Those looks were not malicious, but he still felt uncomfortable. The only good thing about it was that he didn't have to wash his clothes himself.

Why did the dominatrix have to come to the river? Did she not want him to be tired?

Absolutely impossible.

So what does she want to do?

Duan Jiu fell into deep thought and felt distressed for Nangong Chuiyang. His Highness hated being stared at. The king punished many palace officials who lost their temper for this, so that no one in the palace dared to look directly at him anymore.

.

Now I am reduced to having to endure being coveted by a group of village girls!

"I have never seen Brother Duan as handsome as this in the provincial capital. Is there someone who might take advantage of him and try to rob him?"

"No matter how good-looking you are, you are still on death row. Who would snatch it if it was given to you by the superiors?"

"Oh, people die for money and birds die for food. Maybe someone will get confused!"

"Are women dizzy or are men dizzy?"



The more you say it, the more outrageous it becomes!

Duan Jiu took a deep breath and refused to argue with the ignorant village woman.

Nangong Chuiyang tried his best to hold back his tears and swallowed: "Brother, are you tired? Let me get you a few items."

"I'm not tired." Duan Jiu said expressionlessly, "Can you stop crying?"

Nangong Chuiyang didn't believe it, so he grabbed a few pieces of clothing with his free hand and held them in his arms.

Who doesn't know that His Highness is delicate and expensive, and the prince's court attire is too heavy for him, and he must suffer the consequences to save face.

"Ah Fang, who is that lame young man?"

Although it is not as delicate as Brother Duan, it is white and tender, like a delicious bun.

Nangong Chuiyang subconsciously puffed up his chest. The gossiping village girl finally mentioned him!

Jiang Fang glanced at Nangong Bichi, who was clinging to Duan Jiu, and smiled playfully.

"He is a fool."

Everyone was stunned. It looked normal. Why are you a fool?

"If you don't believe me, just hit him and you won't even cry out in pain."


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