C21 Forced Marriage the Wild Wolf of the Southwest 21

On the first day they returned, Jiang Yong was actually forced to kneel in the ancestral hall. Compared to that, the days at King of Southwest's residence were much better.

Thinking about how warm it was to have a prince's nest. And now … At the open door of the ancestral hall, Jiang Yong was blown into a silly state.

He missed him, he really missed him.

Jiang Yong was stunned for a long time. When he came back to his senses, he realized that other than Guan Jiawei, there was nothing else he could think of. He could not help but think, "I'm really crazy …"

Suddenly, a pen and paper appeared in front of him. The System replied, "If you're not crazy, just write to him if you love him, and ask him to bring you home early."

"You're retarded, who the hell loves him?" Jiang Yong's tone was sonorous and forceful, but the tip of his ears had long betrayed him.

When the air became quiet again, Jiang Yong looked at the pen and paper on the ground with his eyes wide open.

"System?"

No sound.

"Lianlian? Lianlian's face? "

No sound.

The corner of Jiang Yong's mouth raised into a smile. He quickly picked up his pen and prepared to write his thoughts of the Prince on the white paper. In the end, he started writing, but he didn't know how to write out the words in his head.

"You don't have ink on your stomach?"

"Ah!" The sudden sound from the system really scared Jiang Yong out of his wits.

Putting the pen behind him, he argued, "Is there any ink that has anything to do with you? Besides, do you have eyes to see that I'm going to write it?"

"You're still being stubborn." The white, round system suddenly landed on Jiang Yong's head.

Jiang Yong opened his mouth. "I …" "Oh no, hurry up, how should the 'I miss you' from ancient times be written?"

"Can't you just write directly?"

Jiang Yong: "I want to appear cultured, do you understand?"

"I am thinking of you."

Jiang Yong paused and felt his heart heat up. He slowly wrote these three words on a piece of paper.

Tilting his head, Jiang Yong felt that these three words were too lacking, and he did not bring out the essence of his culture at all. Therefore, he added a few more words. When the system wanted to see it, Jiang Yong had quickly folded it.

King of Southwest's residence.

"Your Highness." The door suddenly knocked.

The man inside the room stopped the people kneeling on the ground and looked sharply at the door. "What is it?"

Her cold voice was completely different from King of Southwest's. The servant couldn't help but be afraid as he bowed even lower, "Yes …" The Princess wrote to you. "

The door opened and a slender youth with a gentle smile said, "Give the letter to This King and withdraw."

The servant held the letter high and slowly retreated. Only after walking for a long time did he dare to raise his head. "Just now, it must have been the prince. He was clearly so gentle when he received the letter."

"Prince, Seventh Prince can't wait any longer, I think it's time to fulfill his wish." The people kneeling on the ground were completely black, and only a pair of sharp eyes could be seen.

The man sat in his seat and didn't reply. The first thing he did was to open the letter Jiang Yong gave him.

He had thought that the wangfei would tell him about the Jiang Residence's beauty, but the words written on the letter instantly struck his heart.

"Your Highness, I think of you, and I think of a batch."

Guan Jiawei's breathing suddenly stopped. He forcefully resisted the urge to rush into the Jiang manor and hold the other party's hand tightly. Slowly, gently, he folded the letter.

"Prince?" The guard raised his head slightly.

Guan Jiawei said, "Whatever he wants, just cooperate with him."

If he didn't succeed, he would die. Sending the wangfei back to the Jiang manor this time, wasn't he afraid that this might implicate him?

"Yes."

Three days later.

"Elder sister, follow me back to the prince's mansion." Jiang Yong really could not stay here any longer. The Sweet 'n' Viny Ribs here was not as tasty as the ones in King of Southwest's mansion.

Although he had temporarily suppressed Jiang Hengyue, he was still afraid that in the days that he wasn't around, she would bully her older sister who didn't understand how to resist.

Rubbing Jiang Yong's hands, Jiang Ting said gently, "Father has found a good marriage for me. I am a general who killed the enemy and returned to the city. I have achieved success and success."

"Aren't you the merchant from the western side of Happy City? How could you be willing …"

Jiang Ting's eyes gradually turned lifeless. "I really want to."

She looked up at Jiang Yong and smiled: "This time, there's no Yong to marry me. It seems that I'm really going to be married off."

"Sister …" Jiang Yong held Jiang Ting's hand and rubbed it a few times on her palm.

Ancient people, is obedience natural?

As a male consort, Jiang Yong had to walk on the flowery path even though he was from the side. Currently, he was waiting on the wall of King of Southwest Manor.

Actually, he was too lazy to play on the way back to the mansion. He let the coachman take him everywhere and delayed half the night before returning to the mansion.

Jiang Yong jumped off the wall, feeling very strange. The entire palace was quiet and dark, without even a watchman.

When he walked to his house, it was also pitch black. Jiang Yong gently pushed open the door. He thought that Ye Zichen would see a blanket on the bed, but it was not.

The entire residence seemed to have been emptied.

"Where did he go to play?" Jiang Yong muttered to himself.

In the study?

Jiang Yong turned around and walked out of the room. He pushed open the door to the study. It was quiet inside, without a trace of human life. He walked over to the place where the men often handled the booklet and stroked it.

However, after not seeing him for just a few days, he unexpectedly thought of him as an eyewitness.

Jiang Yong chuckled and shook his head.

After a while, there was a sudden noise coming from outside the door. Jiang Yong's first reaction as a guilty thief was to hide behind the curtain.