Boss, She is Unparalleled

   Chapter 908 Flower Marrying Beloved (4)

   I had no dreams all night and woke up naturally the next day.

   After getting up, Jiang Yu took a shower and sat at the table.

  Xiuying had already been passed down breakfast when Jiang Yu was taking a shower.

  The breakfast is still rich, fish rolls in net oil, minced meat biscuits, and the rest.

   Jiang Yu glanced at the longevity porridge in front of him, and said with a sloppy expression, "Let's try a few less things next time."

  Xiuying's face flashed a surprise, but she still responded, "Yes."

   After eating, Jiang Yu just sat down on the couch of the imperial concubine, and before her **** and **** were warm, she heard Xiuying say that Jiang Weilan was here.

  Jiang Yu put away the collection of books that he had been thinking about for a long time without changing his face, lowered his eyes and straightened his sleeves.

"pass."

   "Aunt Huang, Laner misses you so much!"

   If you haven't seen him, first hear his voice.

   As soon as Jiang Weilan stepped into Huaqing Palace, she coquettishly told Jiang Yu how she missed her.

   Jiang Yu took the scented tea presented by Xiuying and took a sip.

   Looking up again, Jiang Weilan was already in front of her.

  As a royal, Jiang Weilan inherited the high-quality appearance of the royal, and her appearance is very delicate.

   It's just that after entering the door, his eyeballs have been rolling around.

   "Aunt Huang, when Lan'er came over yesterday, she found out that you are resting. Are you feeling unwell?"

   Jiang Yu didn't lift his eyelids, leaned lazily on the imperial concubine's couch, and responded coldly.

   Seeing Jiang Yu being so cold today, Jiang Weilan is a little strange.

   In the past, every time she came to Huaqing Palace, her weak-tempered aunt always greeted her with a smile.

  What happened today?

  Jiang Weilan didn't think much about it, thinking that Jiang Yu was unwell.

   Jiang Weilan squeezed the handkerchief in her hand with a worried look on her face, "Since Aunt Huang is not feeling well, can you have an imperial physician come over to take a look?"

   "Not necessary."

   Jiang Weilan glanced at the jewelry that was almost full on the dresser, greed and jealousy flashed in her eyes.

   Obviously she is the father's daughter, why did the father send all the good things to Huaqing Palace?

  Why Jiang Yu?

   Feeling jealous in her heart, Jiang Weilan was still smiling.

   "Have you heard of Aunt Huang? This year's new champion in autumn is a first-class and handsome man, and many women smashed his purse and sachet while parading the streets."

   Jiang Yu's eyes moved slightly, that was Lingshu, who killed the original owner tragically in the previous life, right?

   Jiang Weilan had been secretly paying attention to Jiang Yu's expression when she said this. Seeing that there was no change in Jiang Yu's face, she subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

   Today, the sage has nine daughters, the eldest princess, the second princess, and the third princess are all married.

   Jiang Weilan secretly glanced at the champion.

  Zhuang Yuan Lang was born with a beautiful and beautiful moon, and with just one glance, the Zhuang Yuan Lang's every move involved her mind.

  If you can marry the champion, it will be a blessing that you have cultivated in several lifetimes.

   Jiang Weilan glanced at Jiang Yu, if she could please Jiang Yu, let her go and ask her father for a marriage decree.

   But Jiang Weilan was afraid that Jiang Yu would be like her and fell in love with the champion.

   Wouldn’t that be worth the loss?

   Jiang Weilan's mother concubine is the favored concubine of the present day, and the concubine is pregnant. If she gives birth to a dragon child, she will be able to sit on the concubine position.

   But no matter how favored Concubine Yi was, in the emperor's place, it would definitely not be as important as the arrival of his own sister.

   So Jiang Weilan gave up the idea of ​​asking Yi Concubine to ask for the imperial decree, and turned to Jiang Yu instead.

   As long as Jiang Yu said a word, isn't the imperial decree stable?

  Jiang Yu picked up the white jade porcelain cup, skimmed the lid off the dried flowers floating above, and took a sip.

   (end of this chapter)