Chen Qingyun lowered her head and pondered for a moment. To be honest, she couldn't figure out why Jiang Lin wanted to see her. Logically speaking, he wouldn't want her to see such a down-and-out side. If she thought she would save him, it would definitely be a delusion.

"Forget it." Chen Qingyun said.

Pearl tilted her head. In fact, she really wanted to go and see it. One was to know how outrageous things Prince Jiang could say. The other was that Prince Jiang despised her lady so much and was so happy to mock her.

At this time, the concierge sent another message, which was actually from the General's Mansion.

"Take it to me." Chen Qingyun frowned slightly. His mother rarely sent messages. Did she encounter anything?

After looking at it, I only wrote that Han Rou asked her to go to her house tomorrow and discuss something.

The letter did not say that it seemed that it was not an emergency situation. Chen Qingyun breathed a sigh of relief, but still went to the general's mansion early the next morning. She asked curiously: "Mom, you sent me a message to come, what's wrong?"

Han Rou closed the broken hair in her ears, and her voice softly: "Qingyun, actually, I heard that everyone in the Hou Mansion was in jail, so..."

She looked embarrassed and sighed, and she seemed to be embarrassed. She seemed to want to visit Mrs. Jiang, but she was a little confused.

"Mom, don't you hate her?" Chen Qingyun sat aside before she had dinner in the morning.

Han Rou was stunned and sighed: "Mom only has her handkerchief. Before we could finish the hairpin, I was lively and active. She was quiet and elegant. Your grandfather often said that she hoped she would take me with me often so that I would look like a noble girl in Beijing."

"I don't like Nu Hong. At that time, I had many exquisite purse embroidered handkerchiefs, which she embroidered for your mother and me. But I still remember that year, when I went out for a walk with her, I met Deng Tuzi teased me for words. That was the first time I saw her angry and scolding people."

Thinking of her youthful situation before, Han Rou sighed: "When we were wearing a hairpin, we gave each other a golden hairpin, hoping that each other would be happy for a lifetime. Later, her parents lost power and lost their husbands. She raised Jiang Lin alone and grew up. I always thought about helping her more."

"As for the things that happened to her and Shen Zhifeng, since I have lost friendship with that person, I can't say that I hate her. Maybe I have complained in my heart, but I'm just more confused." Han Rou said softly: "Maybe this is the last time I have met, and it can be considered a complete friendship in this life."

Chen Qingyun had never heard of the past of Han Rou and Mrs. Jiang Hou, and she sighed slightly in her heart.

My mother is too soft-hearted, everything is different, everything is gone, the simple and deep friendship at the beginning has long been diluted in the invisible years, and the rest is nothing more than calculation and utilization, and even day after day jealousy and distortion.

But the two girls who once had acquainted with Jinlan might not have expected that they would look like this now.

More than ten years later, under the tempering of the house, the lively Han Rou became obedient, and the quiet Mrs. Jiang was forced to plot against snobbery.

"If my mother wants to go, I'll send someone to take care of her and accompany you." Chen Qingyun smiled. It was a coincidence that she happened to go and see why Jiang Lin wanted to see her.

It is better to choose a day than to meet the day. In the afternoon of that day, Chen Qingyun sent someone to ask about the situation.

Logically speaking, they naturally couldn't see each other, but with money, and after knowing about it, Chen Qingyun and Han Rou went in smoothly.

Han Rou walked to the cell where Mrs. Jiang Hou was imprisoned with the food box. The jailer bowed and smiled: "Madam Han, please forgive me. You can stay for at most an incense stick. Otherwise, if the superiors know, I will be punished."

"I understand, thank you for your hard work." Han Rou smiled gently, and took some money to the prison guard, and the prison guard retreated.

Mrs. Jiang Hou raised her head when she heard the voice and rubbed her eyes in disbelief: "Han Rou, why are you here?"

She had just been taken out to lock up here alone, and was extremely frightened. She had already imagined how to be tortured and questioned, but she didn't expect to see Han Rou, and even felt that she had hallucinations.

"I'll take a look at you and bring you some food." Han Rou said, putting the food box on the ground and pretending to open it.

These days, they have been in the small cell. Mrs. Jiang was naturally in a very embarrassing way. The hair on the back of her head was already messy, and she couldn't even combed it with knots and hands. Her clothes were dirty and her whole body smelled.

She smiled coldly, her voice was a little sharp: "See? Let's see how desolate I am now. Are you happy? Are you satisfied? Let me tell you, I have nothing, why? Do you think that seeing you still shines now will hurt me? If you have anything to say."

Han Rou paused her hand, she lowered her head, said nothing, and slowly opened the food box.

The steamed buns I ate these days were cold and hard, and the fragrance drifted out of the food box. She couldn't help but lower her head and looked over, and she suddenly was stunned.

There were ginger-sauce fish fillets, Buddha-hand golden rolls, glutinous rice, eight-treasure duck, and red bean porridge, which were all her favorites to eat.

Especially the glutinous rice and eight-treasure duck, she was her favorite when she was young, but it was very troublesome to make this dish and took a long time. Later, life in the Hou Mansion was not easy, so I gradually stopped eating it.

Han Rou put every dish through the bottom gap and whispered: "Eat some."

Mrs. Jiang Hou wanted to refuse and even more wanted to kick all the food over, but she didn't say anything, swallowed her saliva, then sat on the ground and ate it voraciously.

Instead of using chopsticks, she held the porridge with one hand and grabbed a large piece of duck meat with the other hand, making the corners of her mouth full of oil. She ate it too quickly. She stammered for a moment and quickly drank another sip of porridge. She poured it into her mouth with big mouthfuls, and as she chewed it, tears flowed down her eyes.

In the cell, Mrs. Jiang Hou was eating and irresistible sobs. When she ate everything like a wind and cloud, Han Rou said, "Give me the dishes, I have to take all these things out."

Mrs. Jiang Hou didn't say anything, but just obediently pushed the dishes out of the gap below.

Han Rou packed up all the dishes, pulled her handkerchief and stuffed it over.

Mrs. Jiang took the handkerchief and wiped her face. It was suddenly covered with oil stains and black stains, and she was suddenly embarrassed.

However, Han Rou did not show any disgust. She just folded the veil on the food box and then said softly: "Then I'll leave."

Mrs. Jiang nodded blankly. After Han Rou turned around, she watched her figure put the news around the corner. Mrs. Jiang suddenly shouted: "Han Rou, Rou'er...Thank you."

Han Rou's figure paused, and he left without looking back.

Shen Qingyun naturally went to see Jiang Lin.

Originally, Jiang Lin thought she would not come, but when he saw her appear, he grabbed the fence excitedly: "Qingyun, you still can't let me go."

Hearing this sentence, Shen Qingyun frowned and turned around and prepared to leave.

It turns out that the dog can't spit out ivory from his mouth.
Chapter completed!