The scumbag of fast wear Cong Liangji

Chapter 236 Merry Princess VS Black Belly Master

Chapter 236 Merry Princess VS Black Belly Master (1)

Chunxiang was stunned, the princess and the son-in-law were not usually on the same page, why did she suddenly want to see the son-in-law?

Junyan would not tell Chunxiang, she just wanted to see how beautiful the son-in-law is, so she became Princess Yongle's servant.

And there is no single CP in this plane. If Jun Yan is willing, she can please ten men, let alone one man.It's equivalent to the female face.

"Slave servant please go here."

Junyan nodded. "Go, let Yunlu prepare a bowl of almond soup for me."

"Yes."

After a while, footsteps were heard outside the door. Jun Yan was sitting on the table, drinking the almond soup made by the small kitchen, and the days were very nourishing.

Today's son-in-law is the son of Taishi He, whose name is He Ying and whose courtesy name is Youzhi.

Even if He Ying is the son-in-law of the court, she must kneel down when she sees Jun Yan. He Ying is equivalent to the son-in-law who came over from the royal family, so everything is subject to Jun Yan's arrangements.

In ancient times, being a princess was a supreme honor that could make the family flourish, but He Ying didn't think so.

He Ying is ashamed of favoring Princess Yongle. It's fine if Liang Junyan is as loose as she appears, but what she likes most is to let other men insult him.

He is Jun Yan's legitimate husband, and he is so well-behaved that he is angry with the man in the backyard, which is simply sensational.

"I don't know what the princess called the minister for?"

"Excuse me." Jun Yan clearly felt He Ying, who was kneeling down to the end, tremble.

He hadn't called him for a long time, and he was always called by the son-in-law before, but now he was called to forgive him, but he was not used to it.

Jun Yan said: "Get up, it's cold on the ground. I heard from Chunxiang that you are sorting out the memorial in the study?"

"The minister is panicked, he just reads the memorial when he has nothing else to do, and the minister is stupid, so he can only be a stupid bird and read it carefully."

Jun Yan said: "Chunxiang, go and make a pot of tea for the son-in-law."

Chunxiang responded, knowing that the princess sent her out on purpose, in exchange for a chance to be alone with her son-in-law.She greeted the other maids in the courtyard, and left, and carefully closed the door behind her.

"You, I like people who are straightforward. You don't have to think carefully about every word you say to me. I have said that since I married you, I have treated you as a family. You I am a husband and wife, why is this!"

He Yingdao: "What the princess said is true, it is the humble minister who is cautious."

Jun Yan got up and took his hands.He subconsciously tried to break free, but was held tightly by Jun Yan. "Youzhi, is this palace a poor beast?"

"No, Your Highness, you are fine."

"Then why don't you dare to look at Ben Gong? Ben Gong is ugly?" Jun Yan said with a half-smile.

"No, the princess looks like a fairy."

"Then take a look at this palace."

He Ying just raised her eyes a little, and after a glance, she couldn't look away.

His wife has always been radiant, but for some reason today, she actually saw a trace of tenderness in those colorful eyes.That never happened.

Liang Junyan has always been aloof, and she doesn't need to care about his thoughts when doing things, and she does everything straight, without any brains.However, such an arrogant and domineering person has been recognized by the government and the opposition.

If it wasn't for her words back then, I wouldn't have become the prince's son-in-law and the laughing stock of the neighbors.

Just because of her, he became a tortoise bastard, and he couldn't do anything to Jun Yan.All you can do is endure.

 Thank you Night Owl for your reward, thank you!

  
 
(End of this chapter)

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