You're back, but you haven't come in yet! Song Yulian's face became even more ugly. This little woman actually cried in front of others. The more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she became, so she got up and left in a big stride.
Before he had gone far, he saw the little woman in the garden who was crying just now. She was chatting animatedly with others, and she looked a little sad.
"Where are you going, Mr. Ziying?" An Zhi met Dong Junye who was crying on the way, and asked with a smile. The little kid who followed her back then has grown so big now.
No permanent disability.
"It's you." A smile appeared on Dong Junye's handsome face, and he looked An Zhi up and down and said, "You are really a female official in charge. This is the first time for this young master to be such a young female official in charge." As he said that, he came closer.
Asked, "How is the princess's mood today?"
Still so worthless, Dong Junye has been inexplicably afraid of Ye Fuxun since he was pranked by her once. An Zhi secretly smiled and said, "The princess is in a good mood today. She ate a big bowl for breakfast. Why?"
Young Master Ying, are you going to pay your respects to the princess?"
"I was ordered to pick up the princess, so of course I have to pay her respects." Dong Junye showed a big smile, "Are you going to see His Highness?"
"No." An Zhi said, "Master Ziying, can you please do me a small favor?" An Zhi said with a slight expression in his eyes.
"What are you busy with?" Dong Junye stared at the bright-eyed woman, and couldn't help but feel a sense of intimacy. An Zhi waved to her, motioning for Dong Junye to lower his head, and whispered a few words to his ear. Dong Junye raised his eyebrows slightly.
Pick, look like a suave young man.
"Then girl, just wait for the good news from me." Brother Dong Junye patted An Zhi's shoulders kindly, and was about to turn around and leave when they suddenly asked, "I don't know your name yet."
"My name is An Zhi."
"An Zhi, An Zhi Ruosu, what a good name." Dong Junye waved and walked over gracefully. An Zhi looked at her back and muttered in a low voice, "You brat, ah!" Turning around, Song Yulian hit a hard chest with one hand.
He hugged her waist and looked at her coldly. He saw her eyes were bright and there was still a smile in her eyes, "If you don't come in and wait on me, you came here to be lazy."
"Your Highness!" An Zhi hurriedly exited the body and saluted, "I am about to go back to serve Your Highness."
Song Yulian snorted coldly, stared at the little woman for three seconds, turned around and said, "Come in quickly." An Zhi hurriedly followed him, only to hear Song Yulian say arrogantly, "I will return to the capital the day after tomorrow. Please bring me to the capital."
I packed up my things, and another
Pack your things, don't leave them behind...otherwise~..." Song Yulian turned around suddenly, and An Zhi, who had been listening to him with his head down, bumped into Song Yulian again. An Zhi covered his head, this guy's clothes are made of iron.
Well, "Your Highness."
"Otherwise, you will not be allowed to eat meat for three days!" After saying this, Song Yulian tapped the tip of An Zhi's nose with her index finger and said dotingly, "Do you understand?"
An Zhi nodded blankly, Song Yulian smiled with satisfaction, stroked An Zhi's head like a pet, and then entered the study room with satisfaction. This guy doesn't think of me as a pet, right? An Zhi made a gesture to Song Yulian
With a grimace, just as he was about to go back to the room, Xuexin hurriedly came over halfway and said, "Miss, Miss."
"What's going on? You're in such a panic. Is there a dog in the back hall?"
"No, someone in the prison sent a message just now, saying that the master wants to see you." Xuexin took a breath and said.
"Does Aunt Xue know about this?" An Zhi asked as he opened the door, glanced at the room opposite, and said, "Don't tell Aunt Xue about this, I'm afraid she'll be worried."
"Then will you go, Miss?"
An Zhi wanted to give it a day. Although Ping Anwen deserved it, he was still An Zhi's father after all and had taken over his body, so he should show his filial piety.
"Go, why not go!"
A few rays of the setting sun shone there but were swallowed up by the boundless darkness. There was no ripple on the broken mud wall. It was like a coffin sitting in this remote corner, short and full of depression. There was nothing.
The prison that attracts attention. An Zhi got down from the sedan chair, and Xue Xin took out a few coins from her waist and handed them into the hand of the prison guard. The prison guard who watched the door weighed the money and said with a smile, "Girl, come in."
Bar."
An Zhi told Xuexin to wait outside and walked in alone. This was the second time she went to prison. The first time was when she avenged Qing Ruo. It really happened in her previous life.
The smell in the cell was weird, it was the usual dampness of the cell plus the smell of dried blood. The whole space was very dark, with only a few oil seals on both sides shining faintly. When the wind blew, two of them went out. It is here all year round.
There is no daylight, and even the air is turbid. A normal person can't stand it for a while. People locked here may never be able to get out for the rest of their lives. It turns out that
, here is not only the smell of dampness and blood, but also the smell of death. The yamen officer in front led An Zhi to a room door. He saw An Zhi sitting alone in the corner of the cell with unkempt hair. When he heard the movement, he raised his head.
Seeing An Zhi, his eyes shone with life, and the sound of clinking shackles sounded in the air. He ran to the fence and said, "Zhi'er, you finally came to see dad."
"I'm here, what's the matter with you?" An Zhi asked coldly. She used to think that An Wen was not that scumbag. Ever since he allowed Yasuda to give her medicine to marry a sick man, An Zhi had been thinking about this.
The so-called father was disheartened.
"Father, please go out. Daddy can't go to the Ideal Tower." An Wen begged, "Daddy was wrong. Daddy shouldn't have let them bully you. Daddy, please go out."
An Zhi sneered, "You made a mistake yourself, how should I save you?"
"Please go and beg His Highness the Crown Prince to let dad out, please."
"I am a little slave, and I speak softly. How can I control the prince?" An Zhi said. "Do you have anything else to do? If not, I will leave."
"My son, my son," Ping Anwen called hurriedly, "Can you give it a try? Only you can save daddy."
"If I had known today, why would I have bothered in the first place? Even if I went to plead for mercy, His Highness the Crown Prince would not agree." An Zhi took a deep look at An Wen and said, "Just take care of yourself."
"My son!" An Wen's eyes dimmed, and he hurriedly stopped her and said with pleading in his voice, "Your brother is still young. He will be your relative after I leave. Can you help him?"
An Zhi slowly covered his aching chest and said with slightly wet eyes, "Okay. It's a long way to the Ideal Tower, so take care of yourself." After saying that, he left without looking back.
After leaving the prison door, An Zhi covered his chest and reached out to touch his face. His face was filled with tears, "Why am I crying? Are you crying?" The real An Zhi, are you crying?
"Miss, what's wrong with you?" Xuexin hurriedly supported An Zhi and said worriedly, "How is the master?"
"It's okay, let's go back." An Zhi wiped away his tears and said calmly, looked back at the gloomy prison, turned and left.
That night, An Zhi didn't sleep very peacefully. When she woke up, it was already dawn, and Xuexin didn't call her. After washing, he saw Aunt Xue sitting in the courtyard embroidering red needlework. He looked up and saw her getting up, and said with a smile
, "Wake up." An Zhi stretched and said, "Auntie, why didn't you call me."
"That girl Xue Xin said you were sleeping late, so I didn't let her call you." Aunt Xue put down the needle and thread in her hand and said, "His Highness just sent someone to ask if you want to bring something back to the capital." Then she said worriedly.
He asked, "Zhi'er, do you really want to return to the capital with His Highness?"
An Zhi shrugged, sat next to Aunt Xue and said, "Where else would I go? An's mansion has been sealed off and we are homeless. Auntie, are you unwilling to go to the capital?"
"I am alone, no matter where I go." Aunt Xue said with a smile, "Wherever there are children, that is my home."
"That's hard to say." A big smile broke out on An Zhi's face, he took Aunt Xue's arm and said coquettishly, "Aunt Xue won't let her dislike you when the time comes."
"Silly girl." Aunt Xue patted her shoulder gently, the smile on her face faded slightly, and said, "Zhi'er, aunt, can I ask you a favor?"
"Okay." An Zhi said without thinking.
"Can you rescue Han'er?" Aunt Xue said. In addition to Ping'an Wen, other people in the An family were sent to various places and entered into slave registration, and An Haohan was naturally among them.
An Zhi raised her head slightly in surprise. The security document asked her to speak to An Haohan because he was his son and the only bloodline of the An family. But the An Tian family treated her so much, made things difficult for her and bullied her everywhere in the An family, and she actually opened her mouth.
She asked herself to save the son of the person who had bullied her.
"Auntie, why? Yasuda treats you like this, and you still want to save her son." An Zhi said in confusion.
"Because children are innocent." Aunt Xue said with a smile, "After all, he is also your brother, the master's son. Sometimes people have to learn to give in."
"Okay." An Zhi said with a smile, "Don't worry, aunt, I will help him. I hope he will live up to your wishes."
A breeze blew by, causing the lotus flowers in the pond to ripple, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance. Song Yulian wore a red coat and black patterned cloud sleeves and sat on the ground. He lowered his eyes and face, immersed in the world he created, slender and graceful.
Her fingers were dancing on the strings like a flowing cloud, and her long eyelashes were
The heart-shaped face formed a seductive arc. The person moved with the sound, and occasionally raised his head, making people breathe tight. It was such a graceful face! It was just a flash of something in those eyes.
Things make people unable to grasp them, but they want to peep at them. Unknowingly, people have been attracted and become intoxicated with the sounds and people.