After the lantern festival ended, Jiang Huailu sent Xie Qingxuan home.
It was said that he gave it to her, but along the way, Jiang Huailu was like a cat, stuck to Xie Qingxuan and couldn't remove it.
Xie Qingxuan had seen her eldest brother and Qiao Yinwai. The two of them had to hold hands when walking at home. They held hands openly when no one was around, and they secretly held hands in their sleeves when there were people around. But she didn't expect Jiang Huailu to go further.
She was a little worried.
She can be a good princess, but can Jiang Huairu really be a good prince?
"Jiang Huailu, with you acting like this, I'm a little worried about the country and the country of Zhou Dynasty." Xie Qingxuan said truthfully.
Jiang Huailu took Xie Qingxuan's arm, leaned on her shoulder, and asked with a puzzled look on his face: "What do I look like?"
Xie Qingxuan looked at the raised corners of his mouth and lightly raised eyebrows, and said:
"You really look like you now. You have an empty head and look like a foolish king who wants to destroy the country."
Jiang Huairu was stunned, coughed, sat down, and his expression became solemn.
"This is not how I handle official business. When I handle official business and discuss matters with ministers, I act solemnly and dignified."
Xie Qingxuan looked at his serious look and couldn't help laughing: "It's best like this."
When Jiang Huairu heard her laughter, he turned to look at her childish face, and suddenly softened his tone and voice.
"Although I really want to marry you, I'm not in a hurry."
"It doesn't matter if you grow up slowly, I will wait."
He had never been with her for any purpose, and he had never wanted her to share any responsibilities.
He wanted her to always be carefree and the apple of everyone's eye.
The light in the carriage was dim, with gentle moonlight occasionally drifting in through the gently swaying curtains.
Xie Qingxuan fiddled with the shimmering moonstone on her wrist and smiled softly: "Jiang Huailu, last midsummer night, we went to the river to look for fireflies. When we came back, I fell asleep on the carriage."
Xie Qingxuan deliberately stopped talking and looked up at Jiang Huailu: "You secretly kissed me."
Jiang Buji, who was solemn and majestic, looked like he was caught red-handed as a thief and exposed in public. His expression instantly froze, and he was not solemn or majestic at all.
Xie Qingxuan looked at the man who was so complacent just now, suddenly motionless as if under a immobilizing spell, and felt funny.
"At that time, I thought it was my dream and that I had some evil thoughts," she said.
Jiang Huairu suddenly laughed out loud, "So after you came back, you started copying scriptures to repent, and you copied them for a whole month?"
Jiang Huailu suddenly had a thought, "That month you used the excuse of copying scriptures to hide behind closed doors and think about your mistakes. Was it to avoid me?"
Xie Qingxuan pursed her lips and said nothing. Jiang Huailu suddenly leaned forward and leaned forward, his eyes flashing with even more turbulent enthusiasm than before.
"Xiaojiu, you have actually crossed the line with me a long time ago, right?"
Xie Qingxuan lowered her eyes and turned her head slightly, avoiding his sight.
"No, I'm not like you."
Xie Qingxuan denied it, but Jiang Huailu already had the answer.
He stopped asking, just leaned forward and kissed her face gently.
Just like that summer night last year, gently touch his little sun.
Don't scare her.
……
After the Lantern Festival, the imperial retreat ended, and all ministries and positions became busy, including the East Palace.
The emperor intended to let the prince supervise the country, and after the spring began, he handed over many political affairs to the East Palace.
"Your Highness, there is another urgent report from the Minzhou Prefecture. Banditry has arisen again and the people are in dire straits. I request the imperial court to send more troops, horses, food and fodder." An old minister bowed and bowed.
Jiang Huairu, dressed in a python robe, sat upright and chuckled upon hearing this:
"More troops and horses are dispatched every year. There are more soldiers and horses in Minzhou than the common people, but a group of bandits cannot be wiped out. Mr. Li, please analyze for me, what is the reason for this?"
Everyone in the court knew that the prince was a friendly person.
But when he smiles, the people below can't help but feel scared, because you don't know when you will offend him, and you don't know when the knife on your neck will come down.
"I don't have any troops, but I will give him a new prefect."
Jiang Huailu threw the paper aside and said, "Remove the post of Minzhou magistrate and appoint Xu Nian, the new prime minister of Dali Temple, as the new magistrate of Minzhou, who will take office immediately."
Jiang Huailu removed the black gauze hat from the head of the Minzhou magistrate with one word, and all the ministers discussing the matter below could not help but quarrel.
Obviously, the prince's administration is more vigorous and resolute than that of the emperor.
While everyone was in panic, the sound of flapping birds' wings was heard outside the palace, and a white dove flew in from the outside and landed on the prince's hand.
The prince looked happy and quickly took off the note from the pigeon's foot, and everyone heaved a sigh of relief.
But as the note unfolded, the prince's expression suddenly fell, and he became even gloomier than when he had just dealt with the Minzhou magistrate.
The atmosphere in the palace suddenly became cold, and a minister couldn't help but asked in shock: "Your Highness, is there something wrong on the front line?"
Jiang Huailu was in a unclear mood, waving his hands and saying, "Nothing happens on the front line."
But something happened to him.
Really, she just replied to the letter he sent to Xie Xiaojiu last night.
Even if I just come back now, the response is still "No time, no appointment!" 】Such heartless words.
Last night he sent a message with great enthusiasm asking her if she wanted to come to the East Palace to see Ah Lu, and Ah Lu learned a new sentence again.
This woman actually said she was not free!
What could she be busy with?
How could she be busier than him, the prince?
He had to go to the palace to pay respects, handle government affairs, and teach the silly bird to talk, but he didn't even say he wasn't free.
Jiang Huailu patiently finished the business, asked someone to carry the parrot, and immediately drove to Xie's house.
As soon as I entered the door, I met Xie Ren who was about to go out with a baggage on his back.
Jiang Huairu saw the baggage on his shoulders and said jokingly: "Heh, where are you going to hide, the coward?"
Xie Ren looked at him and suddenly his face darkened, "Jiang Huailu, take care of your pigeons. They fly around every day and make a lot of noise."
Xie Ren has had enough.
Xie Yu'an and Qiao Yin will make snowmen today and release paper kites tomorrow, and they will just hug each other until they get tired of it.
Unexpectedly, in just a few days, Jiang Huailu also became tired of it.
The carrier pigeon flew eight hundred times a day, and it was full of Jiang Huailu's nonsense.
Such as:
【Miss you, my Xiaojiu. 】
【The imperial kitchen made chestnut cake today. It was a whole piece, but it was not as sweet as the half of it you gave me. 】
【Xiaojiu, the moon is so round today. Is the moon on your side round? 】
Those who don't know think they are separated by thousands of miles, which is really unreasonable.
"Jiang Huailu, you are such a freshman, aren't you ashamed to say these things?"
That's right, Jiang Huairu is thick-skinned. If he hadn't been thick-skinned, he wouldn't have been thinking about his sister since he was a child.
Jiang Huailu felt relieved when he saw Xie Ren jumping over the wall.
"Are you ashamed? Are you still justified in peeking at my letter?"
Xie Ren sneered and said with great disdain: "Who cares? It's you who enslaved Little Pearl. Eight hundred times a day, Little Pearl couldn't fly anymore and fell in my yard."
Jiang Huailu stepped forward and patted his face: "Xie Ren, do you know what your expression is now? Jealousy, you are jealous."
Jiang Huailu saw that he was pitiful and said kindly: "Ning Yao and Shen Xunzhou's marriage has not been decided yet. It's still too late for you to go back and pursue her now."
"This is your last chance."
After saying this, Jiang Huailu turned and left.
Xie Ren stood at the gate with his baggage on his back, looking at the road in front of him.
To the left is the city gate, to the right is the palace...
