"Definitely!" Jiang Xinrou nodded repeatedly, bursting into tears: "I ruined Her Royal Highness Princess Chenyang's poetry meeting, and ended up in this situation today. It's all me. It's all me who made my father and mother like this. It's all me.
——”
"Good boy, how can I blame you?"
Mrs. Jiang comforted her and sent her back to the attic in person. She invited the doctor to come and see her. She watched Jiang Xinrou drink the medicine before leaving.
As soon as she left her "daughter"'s place, Mrs. Jiang went to discuss with Mr. Jiang about preparing a gift and apologizing to Xu Guangxian.
The Xu family are officials and they are citizens. Their arms cannot twist their thighs.
Let Xu Guangxian calm down first. As for Princess Chenyang's Mansion, if Mr. Jiang licks his face and finds someone to talk to, it's not impossible to apologize.
As for Fu Rou and Jiang Xinrou, neither of them paid much attention to it.
After all, when they rescued people, the girl had already lost her memory. How could they blame the past events on Jiang Xinrou now?
What's more, rumors are mostly based on what others say and are simply not credible.
It was probably arranged by Xu Guangxian to slander Jiang Xinrou.
Let’s take a step back.
If Jiang Xinrou was really Fu Rou and had done those things, then how could the current Miss Ming, who was about to become the only daughter of the War King, have never ignored Jiang Xinrou?
However, as soon as Jiang Xinrou's mother left, she wiped her tears and asked her maid to leave.
When she was alone in the room, she dragged herself, opened the small cabinet beside the bed, and took out the banknotes from the brocade box on the bottom floor.
The banknotes that Yun Zimo left for her and the money from selling the house in Jiangzhou floated away when they fell into the river.
She saved these banknotes herself after arriving at Jiang's house.
I kept counting, but it was only five thousand taels.
Jiang Xinrou angrily smashed the banknotes into the brocade box, and went to the mirror to rummage for a long time. The gold, silver, jewelry, and everything else in total was probably only eighteen thousand taels.
Jiang Xinrou's bitten lip turned red: "With such a small amount of money, if the Jiang family really can't stay here any longer, how can I survive in Beijing?!"
what to do?
what to do!
…
February is full of spring.
The exotic flowers and herbs that Ming Wuyou collected for his grandfather were blooming in the flower room, and the fragrance of the flowers was overflowing.
Ming Wuyou asked his grandfather for a pot of camellias that were in perfect bloom, and took them to the Regent's Palace.
When we arrived at the Regent's Palace, it was not time to go to court yet, and Murong Yu was not at the palace.
Aunt Bai personally led her to the study room with a kind and gentle look on her face: "That girl Bai Di has been worrying me a lot these days."
Ming Wuyou said: "It's not really a worry, I'm just helping her take a look. Where is she?"
Bai Di usually got up early and went to Ming Wuyou's place to pester people, but he didn't go today. Ming Wuyou was still a little curious.
"She said she was going to her own shop." Aunt Bai sighed, "I don't know how enthusiastic she can be for a few days."
"Perhaps she is very enthusiastic?" Ming Wuyou winked at Aunt Bai, "You, just let it go. She is not old now and it is time for fun. She should be happy."
"That's what the girl said."
Aunt Bai sent Ming Wuyou to Murong Yu's study, and then ordered the maid to prepare tea, cakes and fruits, but she felt a bitter smile in her heart.
What age is not too old?
Bai Di's birthday falls on the New Year's Day, and now she has reached the age of hairpin, but her age for getting married keeps jumping up and down, and the whole capital knows that she only likes one Prince Ding.
Who dares to want her?
Aunt Bai's eyes inadvertently glanced at Ming Wuyou's slender and straight back, and she sighed in a low voice: "Not to mention that I am completely the same as Miss Ming, even if I am somewhat sensible, I am also... ugh."
Ming Wuyou held the pot of pink and purple camellia and walked around the study.
All the furnishings in this study are made of fine agarwood, and the furnishings of the entire room are mainly simple and convenient.
The color of water agarwood is darker.
Several tents are either indigo or ink green, and the color is also darker.
The treasures on the ancient shelves, the four treasures of the study on the desk, the seats, and the screen are all in dark colors.
There are several pots of very rare plants placed near the window. They are all green, but in such a dark room, they are drowned out by bright light.
This kind of arrangement is full of strong personal style, but it makes people feel depressed.
Ming Wuyou came to his study twice in his previous life, and was a little irritated by the atmosphere here.
At this time, I felt a little depressed.
She thought, how would Murong Yu feel if he stayed in such an environment for a long time and handled official duties?
Ming Wuyou took a deep breath, opened several windows for ventilation, and then placed the beautiful camellia on his table.
"Caiyue, you and Aunt Bai go and get a basin of water."
Ming Wuyou gave an order, and after waiting for the water to be delivered, he used his own handkerchief to carefully wipe the flowers and leaves, making the potted flowers look green and beautiful.
She happened to be wearing a purple Wangxian dress today, with her sleeves slightly rolled up, revealing half of her delicate and beautiful arms like white jade. When wiping the leaves, her little finger was slightly raised.
After wiping it, he used bamboo tweezers to carefully arrange the petals, and after making the potted flower beautiful and full of life, Ming Wuyou chuckled lightly and lowered his head to smell the fragrance of the flowers.
On top of her straight nose and flower petals, there was a bright and vibrant smile between her eyebrows.
Her cheeks, which are pale and pink, are more delicate and beautiful than the petals of flowers.
When Murong Yu came in, this was what he saw.
His eyes darkened slightly, and he thought to himself: This is what it means that people are more beautiful than flowers.
"House——" Leng Xiao didn't know why his master didn't move forward. Just as he was about to speak, Murong Yu raised his hand and Leng Xiao quickly shut up.
When he saw Ming Wuyou, who was tending flowers and plants inside, Leng Xiao's eyes were full of surprise, and his mouth opened wide enough to swallow an egg!
Murong Yu casually took off his cloak and threw it to Leng Xiao. Whether intentionally or not, the cloak touched Leng Xiao's face.
When he pulled off his cloak - bang!
Murong Yu closed the door.
"Huh?"
The sound of banging on the door caught Ming Wuyou's attention. She looked at Murong Yu with some surprise: "Are you coming back from the next court today?!"
"Yes." Murong Yu was also wearing a black court dress embroidered with dragons. His long hair was half bundled, and he wore a high crown with a pure gold carved dragon, and a gold hairpin fixed the crown. He was majestic and majestic.
He walked up to Ming Wuyou and placed his hands on the table cigarette beside Ming Wuyou, trapping Ming Wuyou in front of him.
Ming Wuyou looked at the man leaning towards him and said with a dry throat: "Window, I opened the window..."
At this time, the guards outside only need to turn their heads to see what's going on inside.
"Um."
Murong Yu responded again and waved his robe sleeves with his backhand.
Bang bang bang!
All open windows were closed.
After retracting his hand, he directly grasped Ming Wuyou's slim waist, held her close to him, and kissed her lips gently.