"Ayi needs to listen to Brother Yi and eat well and sleep well, okay?"
Jiang Zhiyi nodded obediently, finally feeling like a man.
At this moment, Qing Yi knocked on the door and poked his head in. He felt relieved when he saw that there were only Su Yuanyuan and Jiang Zhiyi in the room.
Su Yuanyuan saw that he had something to say, so she looked at him quietly, waiting for him to speak.
Nicheng Qingyi smiled and took out a silver dagger from his arms, along with a bunch of bottles and cans.
Su Yuanyuan was shocked and took the small dagger. The dagger was just bigger than her hand. It was delicate and dexterous to hold in her hand. It was good for self-defense.
She turned her gaze to the pile of bottles and cans, each of which had red paper attached to it, with black words written in black: "Broken Heart Powder, Five Step Pour, Mongolian Sweat Medicine, Hedinghong..."
She was just going to the mountains, not to the battlefield, so there was no need to work so hard.
But Qing Yi was worried and insisted on letting Su Yuanyuan take these with her. He said it was just in case.
So when Su Yuanyuan got on the carriage with a bag of bottles and cans on the second day, Jiang Wenzheng couldn't help but ask her, "What are you bringing?"
Su Yuanyuan scratched her head in embarrassment. It's hard to say that she brought a pound of poison, right?
She bent down and walked in, while Jiang Wenzheng protected her head from being touched.
The carriage was not big, less than one and a half meters wide, and two adults sat tightly inside.
She sat next to Jiang Wenzheng, but as soon as she sat down, her butt bumped into something.
"Ai?"
She moved her butt to touch it, but as soon as her little paw touched it, it was caught by Jiang Wenzheng's big hand.
Su Yuanyuan blinked her big eyes in confusion, but Jiang Wenzheng looked at her with an unchanging expression, "For self-defense."
She didn't doubt anything else, after all, the thing felt like.
She can bring a pound of poison to defend herself, why not let someone bring one?
This time I went with Jiang Xuan. Jiang Wenzheng explained that he had trouble with his legs and feet and that he had to have someone who knew how to drive the carriage.
Jiang Xuan was wearing a riding uniform, with a navy blue forehead wiper tied on his head. He smiled slightly, revealing a row of big white teeth, and looked like a handsome and sunny young man.
He whipped his horse whip, and the carriage slowly drove away from the alley.
When we arrived at Dongshi, Wen Shaoru had been waiting there early with a small bundle in his arms. When he saw the rickety carriage appearing, he happily shook his arms and rushed towards Jiang who was driving the carriage.
Xuan, I'm afraid he won't be able to see it.
Jiang Xuan heard clearly yesterday that there was a scholar who was haunting Su Yuanyuan, and when they met, he snorted disdainfully when he saw his almost broken arm.
His sister-in-law is as beautiful as a flower. Who is this person? How dare he miss his sister-in-law?
Only his brother Jiang Wenzheng is worthy of someone like my sister-in-law.
Recalling his brother's arrogant and unruly appearance when he was young, I don't know how far he left this poor scholar.
Jiang Wenzheng, who was sitting in the carriage, sneezed unexpectedly. Su Yuanyuan glanced at him worriedly, "What's wrong?"
Jiang Wenzheng rubbed his nose, "Maybe I caught a cold last night, it's okay."
Su Yuanyuan stretched out her hand and felt the temperature on his forehead with the back of her hand. Fortunately, it was not hot.
The curtain of the carriage was opened, and Wen Shaoru stepped on the wooden board in front with one foot and stuck his head in.
"Su..."
But at the first sight, he saw Su Yuanyuan put her hand on Jiang Wenzheng's forehead, and the smile on her face instantly froze.
Su Yuanyuan was a little embarrassed. There were some moves that the couple could do behind their backs. When no one was around, she would yell at Jiang Wenzheng and act coquettishly, but she always had to restrain herself in front of outsiders. She felt a little uncomfortable when others saw her.
comfortable.
Wen Shaoru frowned and looked at Su Yuanyuan's delicate hand placed on Jiang Wenzheng's forehead.
Jiang Wenzheng did not feel any embarrassment at all. Instead, he proudly raised his eyebrows at Wen Shaoru with a hint of provocation.
He leaned back on the wooden board behind him, held Su Yuanyuan's wrist with one hand, and naturally put her little hand on his thigh, while the other hand passed through the back of Su Yuanyuan's neck and held her shoulders.
Press it into your arms.
Su Yuanyuan let him go blankly, but in the eyes of others, she was lying on Jiang Wenzheng's chest, charming and enchanting.
Wen Shaoru pursed his lips tightly and looked at Jiang Wenzheng angrily. He wanted to say something to refute, but he couldn't find an excuse.
"Sorry, there's no room left."
Jiang Wenzheng's voice was low but cold.
Those eyes looked directly at Wen Shaoru, but their eyes were full of frost.
Wen Shaoru looked at Su Yuanyuan, and Su Yuanyuan smiled awkwardly at him. This small carriage was only 1.5 meters tall, and the two of them were so tight. If a grown man was crammed in, they wouldn't be sitting next to each other.
?
"Wen Zheng has inconvenient legs and feet. I feel sorry for you."
She looked at Wen Shaoru apologetically. She might need his help on the way, but now that there wasn't even a seat, Su Yuanyuan felt a little sorry.
But when he turned his gaze to Su Yuanyuan, he put away his bitter and resentful expression and replaced it with a gentle smile.
"It's okay, Miss Su."
There was no place inside, so he could only sit outside with Jiang Xuan to catch the carriage. Wen Shaoru felt uncomfortable at the thought of sitting with that rude young man.
But before he let go of the curtain, he heard Jiang Wenzheng's serious voice.
"There are relationships."
Um?
Su Yuanyuan suddenly raised her head to look at Jiang Wenzheng. There was always a slight smile on the corner of the man's mouth, but the smile did not reach his eyes, and it looked fake no matter how you looked at it.
Wen Shaoru now gets a headache whenever he hears Su Yuanyuan, a lame man, speak openly to the public. He occupies the seat and doesn't say anything, just as usual.
"what is the relationship?"
"You see my wife always calling her Miss Su. You also know that she has already left the court and married me. If you really respect her, you should call her Mrs. Jiang."
"you!"
Wen Shaoru wanted to refute, but he was not happy in his heart. He just didn't want to admit that Su Yuanyuan married such a person, so he called her Miss Su. Now that this little idea was exposed, he was very angry for a moment.
, he wanted to argue with Jiang Wenzheng, but when he met Jiang Wenzheng's eyes that were glowing with cold light and looked like wild beasts, his back felt cold, and his retorts were stuck in his chest, and he did not dare to say them out.
Jiang Xuan, who was outside the curtain, also laughed lightly after hearing this, and played with the pony whip in his hand and swirled it in the air.
"What are you doing? My sister-in-law has been married to my eldest brother for how many years. You can't just call her girl when you see how young and beautiful she is. Are you deliberately teasing her or what?"
He had grown up with Jiang Wenzheng since he was a child, and later went hunting with a group of rough guys in Qishan Mountain. These frivolous words came out of his mouth without feeling awkward at all.
But Wen Shaoru, a scholar who had been immersed in books since childhood, was different. His face instantly turned red, and he subconsciously retorted without noticing that his voice suddenly rose, "I didn't!"
