The master and servant did not order anyone to prepare the car, but walked out of the house.

Walking west out of the wide bluestone road between Fuwangfu and Shichahai Qianhai, walking along Dingfu Street where people and cars gather and vendors gathered, Jiang Shu was thinking about what to bring back as a gift for several elders in the family, and inadvertently looked up, but saw a few zhang in front of him near the intersection that intersected with Chongguosi Street from the west and Deshengmen Street from the north, Zhu Changluo, who was wearing a dark purple round-necked robe and a dark gold woven cloak, walked towards him accompanied by his guards.

Her complexion couldn't help but change, and she instinctively raised her hand and pulled the screen next to her, wanting to avoid it, but she just turned around, and before she could take a step, the other party's deep and quiet voice had already come: "Jiang Shu-"

Now that he had spoken, he could no longer pretend not to see it, and although Jiang Shu was extremely unkind to him, he still turned around and waited for him to approach.

Since the two compartments were not far apart, soon, Zhu Changluo approached with a frightening wind.

He stopped, looked up at her and said, "I didn't meet in any place this time, I just met by chance on the road, is it a coincidence?" ”

Jiang Shu naturally knew that he still remembered the last time he met in front of the Prime Minister's Mansion, he said that he was so coincidental that he was sarcastic about his ulterior intentions, nodded lightly, and then agreed, and then said: "His Royal Highness the Prince, I still have something to do, so I will leave first." ”

After saying that, he stopped and strode forward past him.

But just a few steps away, his deep voice behind him sounded again: "On the surface, he looks sincere, but in private he has an outer room and a child, and now he is relying on his military exploits to bring the outer room close to the mansion on an equal footing with you, and he also gave the position of the son of the concubine to the illegitimate son, is this the person you think the palace is not worthy of?" ”

Jiang Shu paused when he heard the footsteps and slowly turned around. However, because he knew the truth, he didn't care about this, and looked at him who turned around one step ahead of him, and said in a cold tone: "Your Royal Highness the Prince, is this what you should say as an elder brother?" ”

"I'm for your own good, and I don't want you to be deceived and hurt by him." Seeing her indifferent, Zhu Changluo couldn't help frowning.

"Thank you, Your Highness the Prince, for your kindness, but that's my business, and I don't need His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to bother." Jiang Shu didn't appreciate this, and said lightly again, no longer staying, turning around and striding forward.

On that day, she was full of confidence in her words and gave Zhu Changxun the greatest trust, however, this seemingly indestructible trust collapsed in an instant in a few words from Yun Poria.

It was already the end of winter more than a month later.

In the afternoon of this day, she was reclining on the soft couch with a stove burning next to the outer room of the room, holding a book of thousands of poems and flipping through them casually, when Yun Lingling suddenly ran in in a panic: "Princess, it's not good, it's not good......

"What's the matter, so flustered?" Her brow furrowed slightly, and she quickly looked up at her.

Yun Poria walked to the couch, gasped heavily, and said, "That...... That Yao's ...... She's overjoyed......"

"What?" The strength in Jiang Shu's hand couldn't help but loosen, and the poetry collection held between his fingers slipped to the ground with a "snap".

Yun Poria carefully examined her face and explained: "Jichangyuan's appetite has not been very good in the past few days, so I specially invited Imperial Doctor Hu to go to check the pulse, and it was diagnosed as Ximai, and this matter has spread. ”