Chapter 172

After the words fell, he coldly glanced at the maid and kicked it up: "don't get out!"

Seeing the maid scurrying away, Chang Fu couldn't help frowning, and quickly raised his hand and called while guarding the door. After Jiang Ying came back, even the maid who didn't dare to come out of the atmosphere came up to clean it up. At the same time, he supported the shaking Jiang Ying and whispered to him.

"Master, why are you suffering? After all, you are still in the proton Palace at this time. You and your royal highness are in such a stiff fight. If you are known by others..."

"What if I know! I'm not afraid to be known! " Jiang Ying roared angrily. After saying this, he looked at the boy beside him, as if he thought of something important. After a flash of vision, he walked a few steps toward the corner of the corridor, lowered his voice and asked, "have you done all the things that were assigned to you a few days ago?"

Hearing this, Chang Fu nodded his head immediately, but his face was puzzled: "master, you have got the medicine you told me, but..."

After saying this, he did not wait for Jiang Ying to look up and scold him. Then, as if he were afraid of something, he quickly added: "however, if you really treat this medicine to your royal highness, if the master is found in proton house again, he will certainly suffer. Please think twice before you act!"

"Chang Fu, just a few days ago, you betrayed me and became a servant of proton mansion?" Hearing this, Jiang Ying subconsciously felt that he was speaking in Dinan Jinglong. What's more, he had prepared for it outside the mansion, and he let the companion boy who had been with him since childhood brought it to him. It was he who consulted Zhen Shi before he entered the mansion, and Zhen Shi Bei offered the medicine that the man did not recommend.

If nanjinglong doesn't let him feel better, he won't want to be better himself! Since he dares to ask people to bring out the medicine, it shows that the golden proton still wants to go to his own bed one day, and he also wants to give birth to his legitimate son!

Such a person, can't leave a trace of room for him!

When he thought about this, his face became more and more ugly, his hand was shaking in front of the boy, and then he growled: "where's the medicine? Give me

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Chang Fu was embarrassed: "master, this..."

Jiang Ying's face hazed, as if the next moment he did not give, will rush up to kill him: "you give or not?"

After hesitating for a long time, Chang Fu finally took out a medicine bottle from his sleeve. Before he finished speaking, the man in front of him snatched away his forehead: "master..."

"If you don't go, I'll go myself!"

Seeing Jiang Ying leave with a medicine bottle, Chang Fu looks at his back from afar. His lips show a strange smile, but his tone is more and more urgent, as if to call him back: "master!"

Jiang Ying did not answer his words, more did not look back, but gradually far away from the body can not see clearly.

Seeing the master go away, Chang Fu is standing in front of the door, motionless and secretive. At the same time, he is walking towards the study. Nan Jinglong, who is discussing business with his counselor, is holding the table with his hand. He is in a daze. The person standing beside him raises his voice and asks, "Your Highness, your highness?"

Nan Jinglong was suddenly called to God by his voice, and his confusion gradually faded into the original calm haze. He looked at his own body, and was not confused. He had a long beard. He followed him all the way from Dajin to Dalong. Even the prince's protection was due to his strategy. Some Counsellors had more eyes than Si Jing Heavy.

"What's up, Mr. Jiang?"

"There's nothing important. It's just about the choice of the side concubine to your highness." On hearing this, the man named Mr. Jiang stroked his long beard with a faint smile, but there was a little worry in his eyes. He looked at the list full of names in his hand and looked at the direction of the main house not far away. "Baohe Junzi married his royal highness. Even if there was resentment in his heart, he should not let his highness enter the house. If it spread out..."

"Mr. Jiang doesn't have to worry about it. My husband is not happy for a while." Nan Jinglong didn't care about it. He just waved his hand and got up from his chair. After a moment, he said in a low voice, "we are husband and wife after all. He is my legitimate wife. He is the person who will give birth to my future legitimate son. Eventually, he will get better and better."

"If only your highness said so." Mr. Jiang nodded as if he had let go of his heart, but he stopped for a moment, quietly stepped forward a few steps, lowered his voice and said, "but if you are careful, if Bao and Jun Zi always don't allow your highness to enter the house, and in a few years there will be no legitimate children, it would be a good thing."

Nanjinglong didn't expect that he would say such a thing. Knowing that there must be a reason, he immediately opened his mouth and asked, "Oh, what's the meaning of this? Please teach me Mr. Jiang."

"Your Highness is intelligent. He always knows everything at one point. Why is it not clear at this time?"

Mr. Jiang looked at him as a courteous and virtuous corporal. His eyes softened a little, and then he said, "although Baohe Junzi is of noble status, there are princess Hui and the prefectural palace behind him, but after all, these forces belong to Dalong. What's more, Princess Huizi's status is precarious at this time. In addition to Jiangxiong, the prince's mansion is not the next generation In fact, those who have been granted official positions in the imperial court will not be of great use after his Highness's return to Dajin. ""Return to Daikin..." Hearing the two words, Nan Jinglong's eyes flashed a glimmer of light, but the next moment disappeared. His handsome face was covered with a layer of dark color. It was like asking the people behind him, more like asking himself, "can I wait for that day?"

"Your Highness is the eldest son of the royal family. How can you say such a sad thing?"

Hearing his words, Mr. Jiang seemed to have lost and dejected meaning. For a moment, he looked stern and refuted.

"After the death of Queen Rhett, because the emperor tried to suppress the empress, and the Empress Dowager was humble, she had to send her royal highness, who was only nine years old, to Dalong as a proton. Later, the new empress ascended to the throne. Although she was not your biological mother, she and empress Rhett were brothers and sisters, and raised you for several years. The new empress was really in love with her highness. A few days ago, I sent a letter to my highness asking about his Highness's marriage and the status quo. He also specially sent several prescriptions for health care to Jun Zi, hoping that his highness would have a legitimate son early, so that he could go back to Da Jin for this reason. "

"Is that what the mother thinks?" When it comes to empress Dajin, nanjinglong seems to have thought of something at last. His face softens slowly, and even the haze that has always been there has subsided a lot. After a moment's meditation, he said, "it doesn't matter that even if the inner prince can't give birth to a legitimate son, it doesn't matter? Why did the gentleman suddenly change the subject? "

"I'm so old that I almost forgot what I said. Please forgive me."

Mr. Jiang saw that he had returned to his former appearance. He finally put down his heart and said with a natural smile.

"If your highness wants to return to Dajin in the future, by virtue of the name of his first son and the power of the new empress, if he can leave the county in the name of no son when he returns to Dajin, and then he marries a noble daughter in Dajin and becomes his wife again, he will soon have a foothold in Dajin, and the crown prince's position will be even better."

"The crown prince Now Jinglong is hard to protect himself. He has been away from his hometown for many years. He has not seen his father, his mother and his wife for many years. How can he think about the position of Prince of gold Nanjinglong some Zheng ran, but there is no sense of depression on his face, look carefully, his eyes as if there is a dark light in the flash, "Sir, do not need to say more."

Mr. Jiang answered, arched his hand and asked, "if so, what does your highness mean about the legitimate son?"

"I will think about the inner king and the side room." Nanjinglong turned to his side and narrowed his eyes slightly. His face was cold. "After a while, if the emperor is still so cranky, I will think about these things carefully and tell my husband what to do.

" if so, it will be better. " When Mr. Jiang heard his reply, he knew that he wanted to seriously consider it. He said, "if there is nothing wrong, I will retire. Your highness is welcome."

"Sir."

Can not wait for him to put down his hands, back a few steps out of the yard, but again came the voice of nanjinglong, busy and turned back again.

"Yes, your highness."

Suddenly, Nan Jinglong seemed to be hesitating and struggling. But after a while, he calmed down again, looked at Mr. Jiang, and asked seriously: "if If we can get away from Baohe county and marry the son of Xiaoyao palace you told me that day, and let him give birth to his legitimate son and daughter, is there any value? "

After hearing this, Mr. Jiang was surprised. He thought that Nan Jinglong wanted to marry the prince Xiaoyao again because of his private affair. However, he thought about it carefully. Looking at Nan Jinglong's still face, he thought that maybe nanjinglong didn't mean it. He just asked him casually. After all, he recommended Jiang Luoyu as his wife to the king of gold, so he let go Tone, hurry back.

"Go back to your highness, there is no fundamental difference between Baohe Junzi and Xiaoyao Wang Shizi. If you can go back to Dajin, they are both Daling people after all. They are no more valuable than Dajin's daughter. Sooner or later, they will give up. It doesn't matter whether they are valuable or not."

"I see." After hearing his words, Nan Jinglong was silent for a long time. After half a cup of tea, he slowly regained his mind. His lips outlined a helpless smile and said in a deep voice, "I know. Thank you for your advice."

Seeing Mr. Jiang's figure leave, Nan Jinglong rubbed his temples as if he were tired. He looked at the bright green outside the window. After a while, he closed his eyes again and supported his forehead with his hands.