Putting the old lady back on the soft quilt, Jiang's mother said, "Didn't you take the firearm prescription from the little prostitute?"
"The old lady said that no matter what, she will delay you until you gain a firm foothold in the Shenshu Camp. When you return home, Lord Ding You will definitely seize your love, and she will not be able to hold on any longer."
Jiang's mother didn't know how many tears she had shed in the past few days, but she had to hold on even after the tears dried up.
After carefully covering the old lady with a quilt and choosing a few goose-feather soft pillows to place under her elbow joints, Jiang's mother asked, "By the way, how are the firearms made? It's enough to make the Holy Spirit retaliate. it has to be you?"
Jiang Xingjian lowered his eyes and said nothing after hearing this.
The Nalaoshizi firearm recipe given by Lin Jiayue was seen through by the person responsible for developing weapons as soon as it was delivered to Shenshu Camp. Although Fang Zi's writing is extremely complicated, it is clearly a more powerful cannon.
This kind of thing is thrown aside as soon as it is delivered, and no one cares about it anymore. Fortunately, she added tung oil and flour to it, which was quite clever. The craftsmen are now studying whether they can be added to the weapon.
If it weren't for the sake of the Fifth Prince and Concubine Jiang, he would have been kicked out of the Shenshu Camp by Ginseng.
Now that he goes there every day, he is just trying to manage things up and down, trying to be more stable in it.
But in any case, it was a good thing for him to leave Shanglinyuan Prison.
Jiang Xingjian turned to look at the old lady who had raised him single-handedly, feeling extremely sad. But when he faced Jiang's mother again, he smiled lightly and said, "That firearm is very good. Don't worry, mother, I will take care of everything in the house. You don't have to worry too much."
Jiang's mother burst into tears upon hearing this.
"That's good, that's good, the old lady's side..."
Jiang Xingjian gritted her teeth and couldn't bear to look at Mrs. Jiang. She was silent for a long time before slowly saying: "I hope my mother and grandmother can help support the child for a while longer."
After saying that, he couldn't face the two of them and ran away in embarrassment.
Jiang Xingjian suddenly walked to the outer courtyard, but felt that even the scorching sun could not dispel the coldness on his body.
The century-old foundation of the Hou Mansion has been passed down to generations, and it must not be ruined in his hands.
Thinking of Duan Yiting's inexplicable visit, and how he and his grandmother were dying and dying due to illness, Jiang Xingjian felt as heavy as a boulder in his chest.
"Brother, is he feeling unwell?"
When Jiang Yanfang came out of Yulingzhai, he saw Jiang Xingjian looking distracted. He thought for a moment before asking.
Jiang Xingjian came to his senses and found that he had arrived at the entrance of Yulingzhai.
After rubbing his face, Jiang Xingjian said, "Are you busy today? If not, how many drinks can I, my brother and I, have?"
Jiang Yan lowered his eyes and said, "What an honor."
They were invited into Yulingzhai. Qingzhai and Sumian prepared dishes for them. Jiang Yan took out a jar of wine and placed it in front of Jiang Xingjian.
"A friend gave it to me. He said it was a good wine that my brother has never tasted. I drank a few glasses in the past and it was indeed top quality."
Opening the mud seal, Jiang Yan raised his hand to pour the wine.
As soon as Fang opened the lid of Jiang Xingjian, he smelled the aroma of wine. He looked at the honey-colored wine in the cup and raised his eyebrows slightly.
"I wonder where your friend comes from?"
Jiang Yan smiled and said: "I come from a rough background and don't have much of a name."
Jiang Xingjian picked up the wine bowl and tasted it carefully, and then said: "This wine is called Mandianxiang and comes from Da Nei. I was lucky enough to taste it when I was a child and went to the palace with my father for a banquet."
When Jiang Yan heard this, his handsome eyebrows tightened. Jiang Xingjian saw that he didn't seem to be faking it, so he couldn't help but said: "People in the world have a wide network, maybe they come from nowhere."
"He is willing to share such a precious thing with you. It is really a good friendship."
After saying that, Jiang Xingjian drank it all in one gulp.
The wine was intoxicating, and he was already full of thoughts now, but after drinking most of the pot, clouds and mist surrounded his eyes, making it difficult to distinguish King Xiang and the goddess.
"Brother is drunk."
Jiang Yan spoke out, but Jiang Xingjian's eyes froze. After a long time, he murmured: "Right now, I actually envy you."
What's wrong with being a concubine?
As a concubine, he does not need to bear the responsibility of revitalizing the family business. As a concubine, he does not need to be controlled by the palace. As a concubine, Jiang Yan can live leisurely and contentedly.
"What's wrong with being a bastard?"
Jiang Xingjian murmured softly, and Jiang Yan closed his eyes and said nothing.
Why doesn't he want the status of his legitimate son?
After a long silence, Jiang Yan poured the wine in the bowl aside, pointed at the drunken Jiang Xingjian and said: "Send the Marquis..."
"Lan Courtyard, send me back to Lan Courtyard."
Jiang Xingjian murmured softly, and seemed to call out a few songs.
Jiang Yan pursed his thin lips tightly, and his face instantly turned from red to white when he heard the man's name. He stared at Jiang Xingjian for a long time, and said with a gloomy expression: "Send the Marquis to Huai Su's room."
When Qingzhai went to look for Huaisu, she was sewing underwear for Jiang Xingjian in her room. She was originally Jiang Xingjian's personal maid. Although she was promoted as an aunt now, she was no different from the past.
She knew that Jiang Xingjian might have Song Wan or Lin Jiayue in his heart, but she never cared about them.
She likes Jiang Xingjian, and just being by his side is enough.
But Huaisu never thought that one day she would be able to be his pillow.
Looking at his drunken sweetheart, Huaisu helped him change clothes and wash himself with a red face.
Early the next morning, Jiang Xingjian felt warm in his arms, as if he was holding a soft jade to warm the fragrance. His mind was not yet clear, so he thought he was in Lin Jiayue's room.
But when the dullness and confusion caused by the hangover dissipated, he realized that the person in his arms was much richer than the sick Lin Jiayue.
Jiang Xingjian suddenly froze, as if he couldn't believe what he was thinking.
"Wan'er?"
Huai Su opened his eyes, but never looked back.
She was ashamed to face Jiang Xingjian, and she was ashamed to take advantage of him. She was even more miserable because the people she had served since childhood had never had her in their hearts.
As soon as Song Wan's name was shouted out, Jiang Xingjian immediately noticed something was wrong.
With Wan'er's temperament, he would never let him enter the room drunk, so how could he...
Jiang Xingjian stood up by himself, while Huaisu looked at him blankly with a red face and a quilt.
"Change."
Seeing that he didn't ask a word about what happened last night, Huai Su suddenly didn't know whether to be happy or sad.
"Master Hou, wait a moment."
After putting on his clothes neatly, Huaisu hurried down to the ground to serve Jiang Xingjian. As soon as he was dressed properly, Shi Zhu came to report that Song Yan had been waiting outside the courtyard for a long time and that something big had happened.
Jiang Xingjian pressed his forehead and endured his headache to find Song Yan: "What happened to make you so anxious?"
Song Yan lowered her voice, leaned into his ear and said, "It's not good, Lord Marquis, things are going to change in the palace."
"Yesterday, there was a letter from the palace. Duke Yin died suddenly in the middle of the night, and the prince... the prince woke up."
"Although he is still seriously ill, he has indeed recovered."
Jiang Xingjian was shocked when he heard this: "Duan Yiting died suddenly? Didn't he come to the Hou Mansion well yesterday?"
Song Yan pursed her lips, also looking worried.
It was only half a day after Song Wan learned these two pieces of news that Duan Yiting died suddenly and suddenly, which made her break into a cold sweat.
He obviously came to the Hou Mansion during the day, how could he... overnight?
Looking at the silk scarf from yesterday, Song Wan endured his fear and asked Heng Zhi to bring the brazier and burn it into black ashes.
Seeing the fire slowly engulfing her, she said worriedly: "The situation is going to change. I hope my aunt and the third prince are safe."
