Eight Kings Mansion.

After Jun Qingchen accompanied Xueyang to bury Xueying, he hurriedly took her back to the mansion.

Because the fetus in her abdomen is not stable now, Jun Qingchen is very careful.

Unexpectedly, he, who has always been reckless, has such a careful and cautious day.

Because of Xueying's affairs, Xueyang was immersed in sadness and had no appetite. Especially when she was still in the morning sickness period, she would vomit completely after smelling a little fishy smell.

In just a few days, Xueyang had already lost weight and his pointed chin had lost weight.

This made Jun Qingchen very anxious. He had to do every meal of Xueyang himself, and he tried his best to cook, hoping that she could eat two more bites.

In order to relieve her morning sickness, he went off the imperial capital and bought her a few bags of plums. Fortunately, after she ate it, the morning sickness stopped and her appetite improved a lot.

Every time he watched Xueyang eat, Jun Qingchen felt a sense of happiness. This feeling was even better than when he was tasting new dishes in Zuiyue Tower.

He never thought he would have such a day!

He himself didn't think anything was wrong, but his behavior of going into the kitchen three times a day and running around to buy plums was shocked and unbelievable to the servants in the Eighth Prince's Mansion!

The Eighth Prince clearly doesn't understand what love is, and is only interested in delicious food. Why does it seem like he has changed his own person in just a few months?

Not only did he not go to Zuiyue Tower to eat crystal shrimp dumplings, but he even cooked every day. Is he going to make the chefs of the Bawang Mansion unemployed collectively?

When the Eighth Prince didn’t know that when he had a woman, who knew that he was so fond of such a way of spoiling him with a woman!

No servant in the mansion doesn't envy Xueyang. Even the butler, every time he sees Jun Qingchen delivering the food to Xueyang, he is envious.

He has been with the Eighth Prince for so many years, but he has never eaten the dishes he cooked by himself!

"Eat more, you see that you are so thin and dry, and there is no meat on your face." Jun Qingchen kept making dishes for Xueyang, happier than eating it himself.

"Too much, I can't eat so much."

"You have to eat more, you're too thin now." Jun Qingchen was still cooking dishes.

Xueyang quickly picked up the food for him, "You can eat it together."

"I don't matter, you and your children are important, you don't have to worry about me." Jun Qingchen smiled like a father, "When you finish eating, I'll eat what you have left."

He just likes to watch her eat!

housekeeper:"……"

He looked at Jun Qingchen in disbelief. He was indeed not the Eighth Prince of the past...

Not to mention leftovers, as long as the food cooked by the Eight Kings Mansion is a little unpleasant, the master lifts his robe to Zuiyue Tower.

The Eighth Prince is really hard to describe now.

However, this was a lot easier for them, and it was a good thing.

Jun Qingchen glanced at the housekeeper who was wandering and glared at him dissatisfiedly, "Why are you still here? Are you waiting for leftovers? That's my king's!"

housekeeper:"……"

I didn't plan to snatch it with you...

Xueyang took a few bites and put down the chopsticks. It’s not that she doesn’t want to eat it, but she really can’t eat it in the past two days.

Jun Qinghan did not force her, but ate her leftover rice with relish...

"A Chen, it's time for Shen Jun Qingye tomorrow. Go and help Murong Xiaohou, I'm fine here."

Jun Qingchen thought for a while and was slightly stunned. Have he forgotten his fourth brother these two days?

However, his son is important. The fourth brother is so powerful that he will definitely do it.

He nodded slightly, "I will go to Dali Temple tomorrow. If you have any questions, find a housekeeper."

Xueyang looked at him bit his lip slightly, "A Chen, do I still have to... testify?"

"No, you are pregnant with your child, just stay in the mansion with peace of mind, I'm here."

"Okay." Xue Yang nodded gently.

Then, she watched Jun Qingchen quietly eat, and made dishes for him from time to time.

Never thought that the two of them would have such a day. Sometimes fate is really wonderful. The most unlikely two people can know each other and fall in love...

"A Chen, don't move." Xue Yang raised his hand gently and wiped the rice grains from the corner of his mouth.

Jun Qingchen took the opportunity to grab her hand and smiled with satisfaction, "Yang'er, I like you like this, gentle. But... on the couch, I like you as a fairy."

"You..." A sudden sentence, Xue Yang's face suddenly turned red.

...

Dali Temple Prison.

Xu Qian, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, sat on the wet straw, his face ashes, and was worried.

The little Marquis Murong has a definite evidence in his hand. This time the third prince is really over. Even if Concubine Yun is powerful, what if she is so powerful?

The third prince used counterfeit coins to recruit soldiers and horses, and was preparing to imitate the emperor who forced the palace to seize the throne!

This is the emperor’s taboo!

Just because the emperor obtained the throne in this way, he has been very suspicious of these princes over the years.

Once the third prince falls, he will be finished!

At this time, Xu Qian beat the ground with regret. He shouldn't have surrendered to the Third Prince at the beginning, otherwise why would he end up today?

Not only is he going to die, but he is afraid that even the concubines and children in the mansion will be implicated.

The more Xu Qian thought about it, the more regret it. Now he would rather be an inconspicuous minister of the Ministry of Revenue, which is better than a person who has his head on the ground.

Just as he was upset, a cold wind suddenly came, and then a sharp arrow passed by him, and then penetrated into the wet and cold ground.

Xu Qian was afraid of death, so he was immediately scared by the cold sword and his heart trembled.

After a while, he recovered and quickly took off the letter tied to the tail of the arrow.

Seeing the above content, his face suddenly changed drastically.

Then, he laughed and cried a few times in the cell, and then burst into tears. Sure enough, he was about to die!

The next morning, the prison head took him out and prepared to interrogate him.

He just left the cell and met Jun Qingye and hurriedly saluted, "Third Prince."

Jun Qingye ignored him, his hair was messy, his stubborn stubborn, his eyes were covered with bloodshot, and he looked like he hadn't been asleep for a long time, and his face was haggard. However, the anger around him was particularly awe-inspiring.

Xu Qian clenched his hands and spoke in a low voice. "Don't worry, the third prince... the official knows what to do."

Jun Qingye still ignored him and walked out with his foot.

In front of Dali Temple, there are two stone lions, which look majestic and righteous.

Jun Qingye looked over from a distance and found it dazzling. He never thought that he would enter this place as a prisoner one day.

"Ascending to the hall!" Jun Qinghan sat directly above and saw the yamen runner bringing all the prisoners up one by one, and gave a stern command.

"Magnificent!" The yamen runners in the lobby shouted in unison, with great majesty.

Wang Zuo sat on the left side of Jun Qinghan, quietly winked at Jun Qingye below, reassuring him.

Jun Qingye only took a look and then hurriedly looked away.
Chapter completed!