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In the past three days, Ruixue's yard has been extremely quiet, with no random people coming to disturb it.

Apart from not being able to go out, there are no other inconveniences.

There was news every day, thrown into her yard along with the bricks from the back wall.

Are you here to deliver food? Every time I come, I see Ruixue lying in front of the desk practicing calligraphy seriously.

She's safe here, but I heard that things are boiling down in the house.

For a top wealthy family in Kyoto like the Xiangfu, daily social interactions and courtesy exchanges are very cumbersome and unavoidable aspects.

When Huaiyu was there, she arranged all matters, big and small, in an orderly manner, and Jiang Huai never thought that this was anything serious.

Since Huaiyu let himself go, five or six days have passed, and no one has cared about or taken care of these trivial matters.

At the beginning, the servants in the mansion could still handle it step by step according to previous practices.

But without the people who have the energy to twist the clockwork, various emergencies occur frequently, and no one can be found to solve them.

It has only been five or six days, and the Prime Minister's Mansion is like a stopped machine that cannot rotate.

Not to mention that there was no one to entertain the visiting guests, which made Jiang Huai lose face.

Huaiyu refused to send him to court. He even wore the wrong court clothes for the morning court, and lost his dignity in front of the Holy Emperor and all the courtiers.

Only then did I realize how serious the situation would be without the mistress in charge of the house.

Huaiyu Shuangshang Online, when he was controlled by Jiang Huai, his popularity among the ladies in Kyoto was very good.

In addition to the politics in the court, there is another kind of politics in the Kyoto circle called wife politics. Huaiyu contributed a lot to Jiang Huai in this aspect.

Jiang Huai now has a headache. He knew that he could not let Huaiyu die early, but he was really angry with Huaiyu that day.

I thought she was seriously ill, so I sent her to Zhuangzi for a little punishment, and then took her back when she could walk again.

Unexpectedly, everyone is gone now. Guyu is working as a steward in Prince Ning's Mansion. I heard that it is because Yunliang Pavilion accepted Prince Ning's commission.

The fact that Huaiyu dared to treat him like this has something to do with Guyu's current situation.

But Jiang Huai knew the situation of the two of them very well. Gu Yu had neither the ability nor the possibility to take the risk to rob Huai Yu.

But besides bone jade, Jiang Huai really couldn't think of anyone else who would kidnap Huaiyu.

He also thought about whether there would be people in the mansion who would submit to Huaiyu, just like Li Ningshuang back then.

After careful investigation from beginning to end, nothing suspicious was found, and the three women didn't come up with any useful clues until their deaths.

Jiang Huai couldn't help but wonder if he had been too relaxed over the years, which made these people less afraid of him before.

Looking at the bill worth tens of thousands of taels in hand, Jiang Huai always felt like there was a lump in his chest, and he couldn't spit it out or swallow it.

He frowned rarely, and his elegant face looked gloomy and ferocious: "You said most of these things went into Prince Ning's Mansion?"

"Back to the Prime Minister, that's right." The accountant in the mansion has been kneeling here for half a day. From the time the Prime Minister went to the court, he knelt all the way until he came back from the court, not daring to move.

Jiang Huai was a little angry and clenched his open fingers into fists. Xia Huaiyu really knew him and knew how to cut flesh from his body.

He grabbed the bills and handed them out: "Reorganize these bills and double the amount. I will have to get this account back."

The accountant dragged his lower limbs like needles, crawled forward, took it respectfully, and responded: "Yes."

There was word outside that a visitor was coming. Jiang Huai looked at the name card and threw it away.

He said in annoyance: "Send it away casually. Ask Miss Lin to come out first and support me. Then send some more people to find Xia Huaiyu for me."

When Lin Xiaoniang received the news, she ignored the injuries that had not yet recovered, dressed in gold and silver, and limped to start the job she dreamed of.

It would be fine if she really expected this, but she is addicted to food and wants to get involved in everything, making the chaotic situation worse.

When Jiang Huai met with friends, the tea and snacks were not served, and the banquet was in a mess. One of his colleagues even swelled into a pig's head in front of his eyes because he ate seafood that caused allergies.

The series of accidents severely damaged Jiang Huai's prestige in the circle.

On the seventh day after Huaiyu left, I missed her.

At this time, Huaiyu was sitting by the window of the wooden building, blowing the river breeze, and watching the boats on the river casting nets for fishing.

Shibalipu is a good place. The houses are built along the river. Because of the humidity, they are all stilted buildings built with bamboo and wood structures.

The architectural style is completely different from that in Kyoto, and perhaps has some green water style that Huaiyu has never seen before.

Most of the people living here are Bishui residents left behind in Dalan. They have loud voices, are enthusiastic and cheerful, and always have smiles on their faces.

It seems like nothing can hit them.

When you catch a big fish, you have to make a lot of noise to show off, and when you make a good meal, you have to ask the neighbors to come over and try it.

Huaiyu rested his chin on his hands, with a slight smile on his lips, listening to the noise coming from downstairs.

The cool river breeze ruffled the strands of hair on her temples. She felt that this was good and it was time to let go.

He closed his eyes and gradually fell asleep.

When the little girl came in with the medicine bowl, she saw Huaiyu lying lifeless on the floor. When she stepped forward to check it out, she found that her breath was already very weak.

He hurriedly called the Yao Lao to diagnose and treat her. He injected her with needles and gave her medicine. After a lot of work, she was rescued.

He was awake, but his energy was gone. He didn't say anything to her, as if what he was panting now was just a body.

Yao Lao sighed: "The physical illness is easy to cure, but the mental illness is difficult to cure. The eldest lady is still young and there are no obstacles that can't be overcome. The young lady wants to save you, so you can't give up on yourself."

Huaiyu remained silent, turned over, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

She already knew that it was Ruixue who sent her here. It seemed that Li Ningshuang left Ruixue more than just the title deed of Shibalipu.

She also knew some things about this place in the past few days. It seems that Wanwan has been hiding her clumsiness, and even Jiang Huai was deceived by her.

After settling the matter with Guyu, she thought that she would send Wanwan off to get married. Only by seeing her stay away from Jiang Huai would she feel at ease to leave.

Now I just feel that I am ridiculous, Guyu doesn’t need me, and Wanwan doesn’t need me either.

What she has been doing is to keep putting shackles on herself. Without herself, they will live well for a long time.

She knew about her body. When she was used as an official prostitute, a bowl of Juezi's decoction was poured down her throat, which destroyed her foundation as a woman.

The illness dragged on and she never recovered, and she didn't care about it, so she gradually got used to it.

Being around Jiang Huai requires constant concentration, and the amount of energy spent on taking care of the trivial matters of the prime minister's house is not something ordinary people can imagine.

Fortunately, she has no regrets now, and the people she wants to protect are all safe.

Let Guyu take revenge for the Xiahou Mansion. She was tired and just wanted to leave innocently.

But why am I still a little reluctant to give up? I still want to see Guyu's face again, I want to discuss those wonderful poems with Ruixue again, and I want to blow the river breeze in Shibalipu again.

Huaiyu clutched the corners of the quilt, tears slowly falling from his eyes.

It's so funny, Xia Huaiyu, are you a little too greedy?
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