Jiang Huan entered Luofeng Ju with the invitation card in his hand, expecting that he would bump into someone as soon as he entered.

"It hurts." Although Jiang Huan is a little taller than his peers, he is still inevitably hit on the head by someone like this.

"Ah Huan, Ah Huan, where do you hurt? Wind, Taiyi, called Taiyi. Jiang Huan suddenly raised his head when he heard this voice, but he happened to meet Ling Chen's eyes.

Ling Chen looked at Jiang Huan with concern, and stretched out his hand to rub his head.

"The Lord doesn't need to ask for a doctor, Ah Huan is fine." Seeing that Ling Chen cared so much about him, Jiang Huan couldn't help but feel a warm current in his heart.

"No, you have to please." This Jiang Huan was originally bumped into by himself, if something happened because of this, how could he pay it back? Ling Chen thought about it, and then thought about Jiang Huan, Ling Chen thought of this, and picked up Jiang Huan with one hand. Putting the man back on the bed in the Loose House. Qianying on the side saw Ling Chen hugging Jiang Huan to the bed, and his mouth couldn't close.

"Rest assured, Lord Jiang is fine, the bag on his forehead can be wrapped with a wet towel for a day or two." The imperial doctor had seen a lot of illnesses big and small, but as far as Jiang Huan was concerned, he was just knocked out of a bag, and the attendants around Ling Chen pulled him out, so frightened that he thought something had happened to Ling Chen.

"Alright, you go down first." Ling Chen waved his hand and motioned for the Imperial Doctor to go down. After the imperial doctor went down, Ling Chen held Jiang Huan's hand, but inadvertently saw a red invitation. Ling Chen picked up the invitation card and flipped through it casually.

"Ah Huan, who gave this to you?"

"Master Taifu gave it, but what's the problem?" Jiang Huan looked at Ling Chen's face and asked tentatively.

"It's okay, since it's Taifu's mother's birthday, how can Lone not go? Lonely goes with you to pay homage to the old lady's birthday. ”

Jiang Huan is just a fourth-rank official appointed by him, the puppet emperor, and even this fourth-rank official was obtained by him based on reason, where is it worthy of Du Guang's old fox inviting him to participate in his mother's birthday.

And on the other side.

Remnant Yang was forced by Qianying to ask those palace maids about the form of the court, and asked him to exercise. When it was really time for the remnant sun to 'exercise', he couldn't wait to peel off the skin of the thousand shadows. Not for anything else, but it's too hard to communicate with those palace maids.

The maid was about to refuse, but when she saw the angry face of the remnant sun, she immediately changed her face, and said with a smile.

"If the son has anything to say, ask, the slave must know everything, and the words are endless."

As he spoke, he stared at Remnant Yang's face like that nymphomaniac, and Remnant Yang was a little uncomfortable being stared at, but he still endured it because of Jiang Huan's instructions.

"My family entered the palace because he was still young, and some official tongues fell, so he asked me to inquire about the likes and dislikes of the three of them, so that they could find a backer for themselves in the future."

Jiang Huan had taught him such a rhetoric before he went out, and now he just asked him to repeat it. However, what he said was also a little stumbling, but fortunately, the palace maid had already been fascinated by the appearance of the remnant sun, and did not pay attention to the words of the remnant yang. Just waved his hand:

"Your family is a man who has eyes, and what Taifu likes is nothing more than a few words of flattery from the people below, and what else can there be." The palace maid said disdainfully, obviously not taking the little lady in her eyes. After finishing speaking, he looked at the remnant sun with bright eyes.

"How old is Childe? Married or not? What do you think of me if I am unmarried? The palace maid leaned on Remnant Yang as she spoke, and Remnant Yang was disgusted by it, so she casually found a reason to leave.

"Childe, I'm back." Remnant Yang finally escaped from the palace maid's "claws", and expected to see such a scene as soon as he came back.

On weekdays, the high-ranking King Yue actually deigned to rub his son's head, was it the wrong way for him to open it.

"Childe, my subordinates have something to report."

"Ah Huan, is he?" Ling Chen looked at Jiang Huan with a blank face, if he remembered that Jiang Huan's entourage was only one Qianying, then how did this person come from?

"He's Chikage's cousin, and because it's not convenient for Chikage to take care of me alone, he asked his cousin to come over."

"That's right." Because in the palace, Remnant Yang did not bring his own sword, and wore a white dress, so Ling Chen did not doubt the true identity of this Remnant Yang.