Chapter 148: Old Friend 1

Since Jiang Lang had agreed, Wang Zhongshu naturally didn't ask questions. Later, the two did not get entangled in this issue again. Both of them were smart people, so of course they knew what it meant to stop. Moreover, for Wang Zhongshu, he didn't care whether Jiang Lang really defected to Wang Zhen. What he cared about was that Jiang Lang, who was the backstage, was enough if he didn't go against him. As for the relationship between the two parties, it was only limited to the surface harmony, Wang Zhongshu didn't care too much.

As for Jiang Lang, he also had the same idea. He didn't care whether Wang Zhen really needed his own refuge, or really believed in his own refuge. What he hoped was that Wang Zhen would not wear his own shoes in the future, because even if he had the support of the third prince, after all, these three princes ignored the government's affairs, and if Wang Zhen caused trouble for himself, it would not be so easy to deal with it.

The two of them have basically achieved their goals today, so they are also friendly and chatting, but they are still lively. As for what they are thinking, only they know.

Of course, the supper was also made by this beautiful chef himself. Perhaps everyone has reached a consensus that Jiang Lang and Wang Zhongshu did not seem to be restrained at all at the dinner table, but instead looked like an old friend. This made Zi Ling next to him very strange, but it is not easy to ask again now.

Jiang Lang's psychology is somewhat sympathetic. If Wang Zhongshu is a very scheming person as the third prince said, then his performance now is undoubtedly unpredictable. This makes Jiang Lang a little excited. In addition to meeting a few good brothers in the world, it is also a thing that is worthy of happiness to meet a good opponent.

After dinner, the sky was dark, and Jiang Lang and Zi Ling were not delayed. After saying goodbye, they also went home. On the way, Jiang Lang also told Zi Ling in detail what she meant. Zi Ling had no objection. Although the two are already husband and wife, Zi Ling's psychology is probably just in love. In her eyes, it is all Jiang Lang. As long as Jiang Lang is done, it is naturally right. Zi Ling also believes that Jiang Lang is definitely not the kind of person who makes decisions easily, and must have been carefully considered.

The people on the street did not decrease due to the cold, and were still very lively. In order not to knock down people, Jiang Lang asked the driver to slow down and walked apart. There were still many people. The speed of the carriage was very limited. Jiang Lang, who was a little impatient, opened the window and saw people coming and going outside. He thought that he had not been to the night market in Beijing during the Ming Dynasty, so he turned his head to look at Zi Ling next to her. There was no sign of fatigue on her pretty face, and he said, "How about we go down and have nothing to do when we go back so early now, and I have not been to the night in the capital well."

Zi Ling, who was lying on Jianglang's legs like a kitten, looked up and nodded, saying, "If you like me, I will accompany you, but you are not going to go to your adopted father?"

After knowing what Jiang Lang and the others were talking today, Zi Ling naturally asked this again. After all, these three princes have helped Jiang Lang a lot.

Jiang Lang shook his head slightly and said, "No need to do it today. I believe that the adoptive father understands my intentions and does not need to find him at this time."

Zi Ling smiled slightly and said, "It seems that you understand the idea of ​​your adoptive father?"

"The adoptive father understands my mind as much as he does."

One of the Jianglang News smiled and said, "Now we won't talk about this anymore. Let's go and have a walk around, how about?"

Zi Ling nodded, sat upright, and shouted, "Stop!"

After a slight vibration, the carriage stopped. Jiang Lang got out of the car first, then helped Zi Ling get out carefully, and said to the coachman: "You go back first, my wife and I will go back by ourselves later."

"Yes, Master!"

The coachman did not raise any objection, nodded and agreed, and drove back to the mansion.

In order to keep warm, the walls of the car were covered with thick fur, so the inside of the car looked very warm. After getting off the car, the cold wind that came towards Zi Ling felt cold and her body trembled.

When Jiang Lang saw this, he immediately hugged Zi Ling in his arms. Zi Ling struggled slightly and said, "Let go quickly, someone is watching."

Jiang Lang laughed. He didn't care about the rules of men and women in the Ming Dynasty that they were not close to each other. Instead, he hugged Zi Ling even tighter and said, "You are my wife, not someone else. You are afraid that people will see them. Let them go, anyway, we can't control it."

Zi Ling said a word to Jiang Lang and said, "You..."

But Jiang Lang was tightly hugged her waist and couldn't struggle. After the symbolic struggle, Zi Ling was not struggling. In addition, she was much bolder by nature than Zi Yu, so Jiang Lang hugged her now.

The nights in the capital are very lively. Not only are the big restaurants and restaurants still crowded with customers, but even the snack bars on the roadside have many customers, and the business is extremely hot.

Jiang Lang and Zi Ling's translator were both dressed in average, so they were naturally not too eye-catching in this bustling capital. Although Zi Ling was beautiful, few people watched these in the night.

The two of them walked together for a while. When they were bypassing a street, Zi Ling suddenly pointed to a small shop not far away and said, "The house in front is very delicious, let's go and have something to eat?"

Jiang Lang was stunned and smiled and said, "Didn't you eat well in Fengya Pavilion today?"

Zi Ling shook her head and said, "I've eaten it well, but the dishes there are so exquisitely cooked, which makes people reluctant to take action. When I react, you have eaten all the dishes. My wife, I'm only hungry. So? Is it because you, General Wang, don't look down on the food in that snack bar now?"

Jiang Lang quickly shook his head and said, "What General Wang? You call me that others call me that way?"

After saying that, he reached out to pinch Zi Ling's nose and said, "You have to remember that in front of you, I am not a general Wang, but will always be your husband, whether it is now or in the future."

"Hate!"

Zi Ling reached out and patted Jiang Lang's hand off, but she was happy and said, "I will always be your wife, unless you have another woman that day, you don't want me."

Jiang Lang hurriedly begged for mercy and said, "That's possible. If that happens, I will go to the palace to serve the emperor."

Zi Ling was stunned, then her pretty face turned red.

The two of them just played and snuggled into the shop together.

The shop is not very big, with about seven or eight tables inside, and the layout is very clean. Now there is just one table left, and the rest are full. Inside, a few big pots are steaming, and a middle-aged man in his fifties is busy working in front of the pot, while behind him a girl is also busy with something.

The girl faced Jiang Lang sideways, and with the dizzying steam, Jiang Lang couldn't see her appearance clearly, but this person gave Jiang Lang a familiar feeling and couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Just as Jiang Lang looked back at who the girl was, Zi Ling pulled Jiang Lang and sat at the small table, then turned her head and shouted, "Uncle Long, give me two bowls of Chaos."

The middle-aged man Jiang Lang just saw just now. When Zi Ling shouted, he looked up and smiled and said, "It's Miss Zi. I haven't seen you for a long time. Why are you free to visit my shop today?"

"Because Chaos is the most delicious here!"

Zi Ling also smiled and said, "Something was delayed some time ago, so she didn't come."

"By the way!"

When Uncle Long saw Jiang Lang sitting next to Zi Ling, he seemed to remember something and asked: "I heard a few days ago that you got married and were still a general from the court. Could this be this one?"

Zi Ling smiled sweetly and said, "This is my husband. His surname is Wang."

Uncle Long looked at Jiang Lang and felt Uncle Long's gaze. Jiang Lang smiled slightly. Uncle Long seemed to be very familiar with Zi Ling, and Jiang Lang was also a very kind person. He didn't think that he was a general now and had his eyes on his forehead. He had no intention of looking down on ordinary people like Uncle Long.

Seeing Jiang Lang so kind, Uncle Long was stunned, then smiled and said, "Miss Zi, oh, no! Now I should call you Mrs. Wang. Uncle Long has no gifts to give. Tonight, Uncle Chaos Dragon will invite him, Xiaoling, to bring them to the two guests."

"Um!"

A crisp girl agreed.

When Jiang Lang heard this, he looked at the girl again. Sure enough, the girl named Xiaoling by Uncle Long was the girl who assassinated him in that inn and later wanted to be his maid, Jiang Ling.

"Miss Jiang, why are you here?"

When Jiang Ling brought the Chaos, Jiang Lang asked, "Aren't you here in your arms?"

Jiang Ling also recognized Jiang Lang at this time and couldn't help but say: "Mr. Wang?"

The tray holding the bowl trembled. Jiang Lang immediately took it and placed it gently on the table.

Zi Ling next to her also looked at Jiang Ling at this time, and then she said in confusion: "Do you know this girl?"

Jiang Lang nodded and said, "When we came out of my house, we lived in their small shop, which is considered to be acquaintance."

After saying that, he looked at Jiang Ling again and asked, "Why did you tell me about this? Where is your uncle?"

"I came alone."

Tears surged in Jiang Ling's eyes and said, "Sir, I'll chase you along the way after you leave."

When Zi Ling heard this, she looked at Jiang Lang with some confusion, then stood up, pulled Jiang Ling to sit down, and then asked, "Don't be anxious, just talk slowly."

Uncle Long, who was busy at the same time, also came over and saw Jiang Ling's performance. He looked at Jiang Lang and said strangely: "Xiaoling, is this the Lord Wang you are looking for?"

Jiang Ling nodded and started crying.

Zi Ling looked at Jiang Lang again, with many doubts in her eyes.
Chapter completed!