The people of Jiangcheng were panicked, and Jiang Wangshu finally sheltered the young man who killed people on the street and left. Who can do anything about it? Dozens of Jiangcheng guards can't help him, the centurion of the Yingwu Jiangcheng guards can't help him, the noble son of the Xie family can't help him, and the dignified Baguo Taibao mustard can't help him.

"Palace master, remember to cut the wedding dress." Mustard can't help Jiang Wangshu, but Jing Qijun can.

Wu Quji didn't say a word, Jiang Wangshu has always given people the impression of being a person with a reckless atmosphere and noble cultivation, how could he ever see Jiang Wangshu so strong?

Jiang Wangshu has always been very strong, his palm is facing outsiders, and his palm is protecting his own people. So when Jiang Wangshu rarely stretched out the back of his palm, the Jiangcheng Guard, the Centurion of the Guard Army, the noble son of the Xie family, and the mustard seed were all silent.

Jiang Jue followed behind Jiang Hou, picked a dream flower and said, "Xiao Jingshu, you can open your eyes."

Xiao Jingshu opened her eyes at this time, Jiang Jue took out the dream flower and handed it to Xiao Jingshu like a trick, and said, "Do you like it or not?"

"I like it." Xiao Jingshu took the ordinary dream flower, smiling like a flower. She naturally likes this dream flower that is not very beautiful and not very fragrant, just as she likes the name Jiang Jingshu.

"Don't take it as an example." Jiang Wangshu walked in front and said. Since Jiang Jue said that he should be killed, so he killed him, Jiang Wangshu didn't ask in detail, but the impact of killing people in Jiangcheng was really bad.

"Okay." Jiang Jue nodded.

Jiang Wangshu looked at Jing Qijun and said, "Congratulations."

Congratulations? Jing Qijun bit his lip and smiled miserably, and said aggrievedly, "I won't marry."

Don't marry, is the last stubbornness of the only female stream in this Baguo temple, don't say that there is no adoptive father Fan Di, even if she doesn't marry, she didn't marry the first king, let alone mustard seeds?

"Please Jiang Hou help me." Jing Qijun didn't dare to ask Jiang Wangshu to look at him with a different eye, he just wanted to have Jiang Hou's protection and not marry Mustard.

Jiang Wangshu frowned, Jing Qijun observed his words and saw Jiang Wangshu's brows furrowed, so he had to say, "If Jiang Hou feels embarrassed, forget it."

"You really don't want to get married?" Jiang Wangshu asked seriously.

Jing Qijun shook her head, if she wants to marry, she will marry someone she likes, such as Jiang Hou in front of her.

"If you don't want to, you won't marry," Jiang Wangshu pointed at Jiang Jue and said, "You leave with him." ”

Jiang Jue was stunned, Jing Qijun he had known for a long time, and he was still in the Taoli School in Tongxi, in all fairness, he thought Jing Qijun was good-looking, but he had no admiration, after all, he had already failed a girl, and there was a girl waiting for him in a distant place.

Jing Qijun looked at Jiang Jue embarrassedly and said, "Jiang Hou, I don't want to marry yet."

Jiang Wangshu looked at the embarrassed expressions of the two, and then realized that he didn't make it clear, causing both of them to misunderstand what they meant, so he said, "Xiao Jingshu, you go to Grandpa Qin."

Xiao Jingshu had a New Year's or New Year's money hanging around her neck, and she jumped up and down to find the old servant with a dream flower in her hand.

Jiang Jue and Jing Qijun didn't understand what Jiang Wangshu meant, Jiang Wangshu waited for Xiao Jingshu to run to the old servant before asking, "Jue, do you like Jiang Cheng?"

Jiang Jue couldn't guess Jiang Wangshu's thoughts, so he didn't bother to guess and shook his head decisively. He naturally didn't like Jiangcheng, the arrogance of the noble son of the Xie family, the indistinguishability between right and wrong of the Jiangcheng guards, the flattery and flattery of the centurion of the guards, and the indifference and excitement of the city's visitors, he didn't like them.

"If you don't like it, leave." Jiang Wangshu said.

Jiang Jue panicked, he thought that Jiang Wangshu blamed him for killing people in the street, after all, the person he killed was the person Jiang Hou guarded. After only panicking for a moment, he regained his original expression and replied indifferently, "Okay."

Qi Guanzhuang knew that he was still a slave after all, so he didn't dare to interject, anyway, where the son goes, he goes, is there no place for two people in a huge country except Jiangcheng? Even if Pakistan can't tolerate the two of them, there are still Kyushu in the world.

"Pack up, you guys go on a trip, I'll be here as soon as possible." Jiang Wangshu said again.

Qi Guanzhuang breathed a sigh of relief, Jiang Hou still cared about his son-in-law.

"Where's Xiao Jingshu?" Jiang Jue was overjoyed in his heart, and asked calmly on the surface.

Jiang Wangshu naturally had a plan and said, "Uncle Qin is here."

Wu Qujian looked at Jiang Wangshu with a blank eye, and Qi Guanzhuang saw Wu Quji's pitiful face, so he teased: "Doctor Wu, are you going?"

"I have to go back to Southern Xinjiang, Qimin," Wu Qujian said and quickly changed his words, "The people of Southern Xinjiang are still waiting for me to go back." ”

Jing Qijun was secretly happy in her heart, with Jiang Wangshu's words, she also had a bottom in her heart, what is wrong with the palace master of the palace, anyway, now the palace has begun to cultivate female sword servants and those stupid pigs for entertainment.

"Jiang Hou, then I'll clean up." Jing Qijun said goodbye.

"Jiang Hou, I also take my leave." Wu Qujian arched his hand.

Wu went to the dust, this heartless young son of Sima Wu Bugu of the old Qi State experienced the Song State of Qi, and had to stand up for Sima to carry the Qi Kingdom on behalf of Sima with immature shoulders.

"He's grown up," Jiang Wangshu said as he looked at Wu Quji's back, "better than his father." ”

Wu Quji's father, Wu Bugu, is not a character, he has been in power for decades without any achievements, neither conquered a few cities, nor won a few big battles, and even out of Liangzhou, no one knows the name Wu Bugu.

However, during the decades that this high-ranking and powerful Sima of the old Qi State had been in power, the eastern border was friendly with Meng and Jiao, and the southern border and the old Fang State were even more uncommitted, and the important town of Babei in the west never fell.

Occasionally, when someone mentions Wu Bugu, it is a sentence of no merit and no fault, is it really no merit and no fault? If the soldiers in charge of all the countries in Kyushu in the world are like Wu Bugu, will there still be wars?

Jiang Wangshu and Wu Bugu are old acquaintances, so the old man can be carried as much as possible in the future, and he watched Wu Bugu, a young man, grow step by step.

If Wu Qujian also wants to travel with him, Jiang Wangshu will naturally not refuse, in all fairness, he prefers Wu Qujian to return to southern Xinjiang, because he is the spiritual leader of the old Qimin in southern Xinjiang.

Wu Qujian did not disappoint Jiang Wangshu, as the spiritual leader of the Qi people in southern Xinjiang, he had to return to southern Xinjiang, and he could not leave hundreds of thousands of Qi people behind.

The next day, in Jiangcheng, a group of four people was about to appear but was stopped by the centurion of the heroic Jiangcheng guard army with a dog's face.

"Jiang Hou, offended, you can go, but the palace master can't go," the centurion of the Jiangcheng guard army was afraid that he would not be able to persuade Jiang Wangshu to add another sentence, "This is what Taibao meant." ”

Mustard came quickly, he had already left his eyes in Jiang Hou's mansion, Jiang Hou and his party left with their front feet, and he came with their back feet, he asked, "Where are you going?"

"Where do you go?" Qi Guanzhuang did not have a good face towards this so-called Pakistani Taibao.

"Officer." Jiang Jue feigned anger.

Qi Guanzhuang smiled when he saw his son-in-law's feigned anger.

How could the mustard seed be a Pakistani Taibao and such a reckless and coarse person as Qi Guanzhuang? If it weren't for Jiang Wangshu's support, this kind of goods would not be too many to be killed and injured a hundred times. He stretched out his hand to pull Jing Qijun, tried to be as gentle as possible, and said: "Qijun, leaving the palace is the brainchild of you, and you can't bear to leave it?"

"So most of it is foil for your amusement?" Jing Qijun avoided the mustard seeds, hid beside Jiang Jue and deliberately held Jiang Jue's hand.

Mustard looked at this young man who was suspected of being Jiang Hou's adopted son, and restrained his cruel expression and said, "You said that you have already promised you to me."

"I already have a home." Jing Qijun hugged Jiang Jue and said.

Jiang Jue was so embarrassed that he was used as a shield to suffer this unwarranted disaster, but he didn't care at all, after all, no matter how bluffing his identity was, no matter how high his status was, it had nothing to do with him. So he kept a gentle smile and looked at the mustard seed, and although he didn't say a word, his restless hand was placed on Jing Qijun's waist.

Jing Qijun's face turned crimson, where had he ever been so close to a man, but at the moment, he could only suppress his anger and let Jiang Jue be at his mercy.

"Open the door, let go." The mustard leaves with his sleeves and is extremely chic.

The dog-faced centurion of the Yingwu Jiangcheng Guards opened the city gate, and dozens of Jiangcheng guards stood on both sides, making Qiguanzhuang have a good time to be greeted by people.

"What do you call it?" Qi Guanzhuang asked the centurion of the heroic Jiangcheng guard.

"Gou's surname." The centurion of the heroic Jiangcheng Guards replied with a face in the face of Jiang Hou.

"I guessed right," Qi Guanzhuang laughed as soon as he left the city gate, "I'll just say that he is a dog raised by the nobles of Jiangcheng." ”

"Let go." Jing Qijun wanted to break free but couldn't, so he had to crush Jiang Jue with his toes.

Jiang Jue realized that he had been holding Jing Qijun all the time, and he let go of his hand and bowed and said, "Forgive me."

Jing Qijun didn't have much contact with Jiang Jue, he thought that this was a decent person, but he was also a womanizer, and she suddenly felt that it was not a good idea for her to follow these two people out of Jiangcheng.

Jiang Wangshu went back after sending the three of them away, he still had something to do, although the power was almost hollowed out by mustard seeds, but Guiwei Sangong still had some right to speak. Wu went to take office quickly, I am afraid that mustard seeds will not allocate grain, and the people in southern Xinjiang are bitter, and he cares.

Yangliu Lane is the outer Guo, and after the Yangliu Bridge is the inner city. The inner city is full of today's Pakistani nobles, and the most dilapidated is naturally the Jianghou Mansion.

Crossing the Yangliu Bridge, Jiang Wangshu saw a few traces of blood, which extended in the direction of his mansion. He didn't dare to rush to the mansion lazy, pushed the door, and the courtyard was deserted.

The old servant and Xiao Jingshu were roasting the fire, and the green charcoal made this cold mansion a little warmer. Seeing Jiang Hou, the old servant got up and shouted, "Jiang Hou."

"What's going on with the blood on the outside?" Jiang Wangshu breathed a sigh of relief.

"A few small nights, let the old decay leave." The old servant hugged Xiao Jingshu and smiled, letting the Buddha brush away a grain of dust, as if crushing a mosquito to death.

"I'm tired of looking at Xiao Jingshu, I'll leave in two days." Jiang Wangshu was very polite, he had never regarded Uncle Qin as a servant.

"Whoa, where has my brother gone?" Xiao Jingshu ran over to ask Jiang Wangshu to hug her.

There was a thud, which made Jiang Wangshu a little distracted.