After Zhou Jinyan left, the young prince first expressed his gratitude to Jian Yu, saying that he knew it was his mother who protected him from blame.
Jian Yu smiled and agreed. She had helped the young prince, so she deserved this thank you. The smile in her eyes became more genuine. Regardless of the character and attitude shown by the young prince so far, Jian Yu Yu felt very satisfied.
They are the only two masters in Prince Jing's Mansion now, and it's great to get along like this.
Jian Yu doesn't care whether the young prince treats her sincerely or not. As long as the other party doesn't cause trouble to her, she can be a loving mother.
"Mother, on the way here I heard that you loved your father, so that's why you married him, right?"
Jian Yu, who was lying on the rocking chair and enjoying the evening breeze, heard this and raised her half-closed eyes slightly. She looked at the curious young prince beside her, her eyes full of smiles. What could she say if she mentioned this? .
At this moment, the villain in front of her is no longer as simple as the heir apparent of Prince Jing's Mansion. He is also Jian Yu's tool for increasing Prince Jing's favor!
Talking to the dog assassin or others about your feelings for Prince Jing is not effective. Talking to Prince Jing's only son is the shortcut!
When Prince Jing comes back, he will definitely ask the young prince how he is. The character she has created before will definitely not collapse with the young prince! In front of Prince Jing, one sentence from the young prince is more useful than hundreds of sentences from outsiders.
After thinking about this clearly, Jian Yu looked at the young prince and felt more and more friendly.
From Zhou Jialiang's point of view, when he mentioned his father, Princess Jing's eyes went straight! The attitude is obvious!
"Does the prince know what happened before the emperor granted the marriage?"
Jian Yu decided to focus on how she almost died for love when she heard something happened to Prince Jing!
Picking up the tea cup at hand, Jian Yu first took a sip to moisten her throat, and then turned on the story-telling mode in the little prince's shining expectant eyes.
"...Everything in my heart was filled with despair. At that moment, the colorful flowers in front of me all turned gray and dimmed. Just like my life, I wished I could exchange my life for my husband's life..."
Jian Yu didn't even have to think hard, the words of affection came right out of her mouth.
Zhou Jialiang, who was either fighting or training every day in the military camp, was surrounded by rough old men. He had never seen such a "worldly scene" before, and he was stunned for a moment.
"Speaking of it, my husband and I have never been together for a day. Can the prince tell me what happened to my husband in the military camp? How injured he was in the north? Does he have food that he likes to eat? When the time comes, I will learn to give it to my husband. In front of the grave..."
No one in this world is more affectionate than myself! Jian Yu thought so.
Zhou Jialiang met Jian Yu's expression of expecting a reply. He scratched his cheek, and then said: "Father, father, he doesn't have any favorite food. In the military camp, he eats whatever the soldiers eat. During the war, my father used his soldiers like a god." , often killing golden slaves to the point of leaving nothing behind..."
Through the young prince, Jian Yu got to know Prince Jing better. It was not the blunt and incomplete description in the original work, nor the possibly distorted rumors, but the prince Jing as described by the young prince who followed him and got along day and night.
More real and more...perverted!
When it comes to Prince Jing's great achievements, Zhou Jialiang becomes more and more fluent as he talks about it, saying that his father is very precise in his work and that his father taught him the interrogation methods in the military.
Listening to the young prince's description, Jian Yu had another impression of Prince Jing - the heart of a Bodhisattva and the methods of the King of Hell.
One second he said that the captives of the Golden Slave were also sons and daughters, and the next second he ordered all the enemies to be beheaded in public, and the thunderous tactics made the Golden Slave retreat thirty miles straight with stars in his eyes.
Facing the treacherous tactics of the Jin Slave, he was not only able to deal with it perfectly, but most of the time he was able to counterattack an entire army...
No wonder the original novel didn’t describe much about Prince Jing. If Prince Jing were written clearly, it would directly change the story from a heroine to a hero. The character design would be so outstanding that the male and female protagonists would be completely different!
The male and female protagonists are plotting in Shengjing, Prince Jing and his family are killing everyone in Bianbei, suppressing the Jin slaves and retreating, which is simply not too impressive.
Jian Yu's original intention was to learn more about Prince Jing's habits. When he came back, she could figure out how to get along with him, so as not to anger him and kill him.
Jian Yu originally felt very pressured by Prince Jing, a high-level and powerful villain, but this time after listening to the young prince's words, Jian Yu felt overwhelmed.
Jin Slave's tactics of attacking and provoking generals, seducing beauties, and even arousing public opinion and moral kidnapping, etc., none of them worked in front of Prince Jing.
The perverted words that Jian Yu exclaimed in her heart were not meant to be contemptuous and insulting. She was sighing - Prince Jing does not eat oil or salt, nor does he eat anything soft or hard! Difficult!
Talking about those things in Bianbei, Zhou Jialiang kept talking about it all day and night, and his father was the person he admired most!
When he said that his mouth was thirsty and he took a sip of tea, he realized, had he talked too much? !
Although Princess Jing did take his side in that matter, it didn't mean that she was a good person!
"Unfortunately, my father passed away."
Zhou Jialiang felt that the sudden end of his speech was too abrupt and unnatural. He used this sentence as a barrier, looking lonely and sad, as if he didn't want to talk about it again.
Although Jian Yu wanted to get more information about Prince Jing from the other party, she was not in a hurry, and what she heard today was more than what she had heard before, and it was more true.
At least she got a lot of useful information. For example, Prince Jing did not hesitate to seduce Xi Zuo. He spent all day training in the military camp and went out to fight, and he ate and lived with the soldiers...
In other words, Prince Jing has never had a woman these years!
Jian Yu was very worried that Prince Jing had a confidante in Bianbei. Maybe he had been leaving a place for the one he loved in his heart over the years. He waited until Bianbei was completely stable before planning to marry a wife. As a result, an outsider took the place. Anger cannot be eliminated by being flattered.
Fortunately not!
After the conversation ended, both of them had a lot of thoughts in their hearts. On the outside, they looked like a loving mother and a filial son.
After returning to the room from the pavilion, Zhou Jinyan came over to see him and entered Jian Yu's yard.
The young prince was still young, so his courtyard was arranged in the inner house. The window of the bedroom on the second floor where he lived could see the entrance of Princess Jing's courtyard, so he saw Zhou Jinyan entering.
Zhou Jialiang changed from his innocent face during the day, his brows were furrowed and his eyes were cold and solemn, his expression was just like the replica of Prince Jing on the battlefield.
After a full two-quarters of an hour, Zhou Jialiang closed the window when he saw Zhou Jinyan coming out of the courtyard door, lying on the bed with his legs crossed, thinking about something, and let out a cold snort as he turned over.
Then Manager Rong must not be a good person! There is also Princess Jing, he has to explore again!
As night fell, Jian Yu lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, thinking about what the dog assassin said when he came.
Her lips pursed into a line, and her chest rose and fell more and more. Finally, Jian Yu patted the bed board and sat up angrily.
——Is there any mistake? What bastard issued a fatwa to such a weak woman like her!
