Su Yuanyuan was a little confused and raised her head to look, but she only saw his firm chin.
"Why?"
"How should I put it? People will look at problems in a certain way. When they give gifts, they will not only be embarrassed by us finding out, but also be suspicious. They will even wonder if we are the same as them. Fu Shen doesn't accept it.
Their courtesy, they will even wonder if we used some method to win over Fu Shen, can you understand?"
Su Yuanyuan didn't expect this. At first, she was just secretly happy because she happened to meet the Shi family who came to give gifts and ask for help. But after Jiang Wenzheng said this, the Shi family couple's thoughts may be true.
I would think so.
"Of course, this is just our speculation. You can't judge people with a villain's heart and put crimes that haven't happened on people's heads. Wouldn't that be groundless?"
Su Yuanyuan nodded, resting her little head on Jiang Wenzheng's chest, feeling the vigorous beating of his heart under his skin.
"Go to bed, it's getting late."
Jiang Wenzheng's voice sounded a little tired. He reached out and turned off the light, lay flat on the bed and closed his eyes tightly.
Just for a moment, Su Yuanyuan's heart suddenly shrank and became empty, and her breath was trembling.
Jiang Wenzheng is so weird today. Normally, he would let himself exercise with him, chat with her for a while, listen to her talk about what happened today, and sometimes bicker with her for a while. Today's
He only talked to her for a short while, which was very perfunctory.
Su Yuanyuan hugged the corner of the quilt and opened the distance between herself and Jiang Wenzheng. The stinky man will indeed change!
Start perfunctory with her now!
Obviously yesterday I said I would never change my mind!
Su Yuanyuan was so angry that her heart ached, and she kicked Jiang Wenzheng's butt hard with her little feet under the quilt. The man took a breath and turned over. Su Yuanyuan was looking forward to it for a moment, hoping that he could accompany her to make trouble.
After a while, it showed that he still had his own feelings in his heart, but Jiang Wenzheng just turned over and made no other movements.
Su Yuanyuan's expression froze, her eyes lowered in despair, she turned over and turned her back to Jiang Wenzheng further away, closing her eyes.
In fact, it would be a lie to say that she is not disappointed. After such a long time of getting along with each other, she has long been accustomed to playing the role of Jiang Wenzheng's wife. She also relies heavily on Jiang Wenzheng. He will help her get dressed in the morning and will also carry her feet.
He helped her put on the socks on his lap, and after putting them on, he would pat her little feet with his hands. He would always pass the dishes and chopsticks to her hands. She had never seen a shrimp in the shell next to Jiang Wenzheng.
It stands to reason that Jiang Wenzheng likes me, but why is he so cold today?
Su Yuanyuan fell asleep after thinking about it, but in the dead of night, the man suddenly let out a long breath and opened his eyes leisurely.
He sat up and looked at the little woman with her back to him. He reluctantly pulled the quilt up to cover her exposed back, then leaned down and placed a shallow kiss on her furry little head.
He just took the robe on the side and put it on his body. He glanced at Su Yuanyuan and slowly pushed the wheelchair out of the room.
During the Qingming Festival, it rained again in the morning, and now there was a cool breeze, which made people's back feel chilly.
The sky was clean without a single cloud, and the first quarter moon hung empty in the sky.
Pushing open the wooden door, a young man wearing a black gown was leaning against the wall. Hearing the sound, he turned his head to look at him.
"Walk?"
Jiang Wenzheng answered him gently, "Let's go."
Jiang Xuan brought two horses from nowhere. He supported Jiang Wenzheng and helped him get on the horse. Jiang Wenzheng could now use the strength in his left leg, but when he sat down on the saddle, there was a layer of hot sweat on his back.
It's been a long time since he sat on a horse. When he was young, he rode a horse through the streets, and when he was young, he rode a horse to fight on the battlefield. When this familiar feeling swept through his body, Jiang Wenzheng's fingers holding the reins were trembling.
The two of them left the city and headed west toward Mount Gong.
It was originally a two-hour walk, but the two of them arrived in less than half an hour.
There is a river in the west of Shanshan, named Shanghe. This river separates Daqi and Xiliang. It can be said to be the boundary between the two countries.
The hunters who live near Mount Gan all know where the most prey is on Mount Gan, and the farmers also know where the medicinal materials are the best, but they don’t know that there is a small shady pit in the upper reaches of the river, with no less than thirty graves standing in the pit.
Bao, buried under the loess are the bones of Zhongliang of the Jiang family.
Jiang Xuan helped Jiang Wenzheng off his horse, and the two of them knelt in front of the graves, pressing their foreheads tightly against the cold earth. The scene of the Jiang family's tragic death kept flashing through Jiang Wenzheng's mind, and he was trembling even as he breathed heavily.
You can even smell the smell of blood mixed in the soil.
Jiang Xuan clenched his fists tightly. In the grave in front of him was not only his father, but also his clan members, all of whom were good men who sacrificed their lives for the motherland.
It's just that a hero died in battle and didn't even deserve a decent grave. How sad.
The firelight of the burning paper money shone on the faces of the two men. The two men changed from teenagers to young adults, but the price of growth was so tragic.
"Brother, the prince's party really deserves death."
Jiang Xuan's tone was very calm. The hatred he had over the years had been smoothed away by countless nightmares, and even this kind of hatred had become his daily routine.
But Jiang Wenzheng was different. He tolerated it, buried this hatred deep in his heart, and kept silent.
Kang
How could he forget the screams and the blood that spurted out when the whole family was beheaded?
"Axuan, it's not the knife that kills people, it's the person holding the knife."
So what if we eradicate all those who support the prince? If the prince is not eliminated, countless people will support him and pave the way for him to ascend the throne.
The Jiang family has been loyal for generations. Since he cannot do anything rebellious, he will support a wise monarch.
With strong alcohol in his throat, Jiang Wenzheng still couldn't feel any warmth in his heart. After bidding farewell to his tribe, the two of them rushed back.
When he arrived at the door of his house, it was only midnight. Jiang Wenzheng locked the wooden door. When he returned to the room, he saw that Su Yuanyuan was still sleeping deeply, so he sat quietly in the room for a while to dispel the coldness from his body before going to bed.
Su Yuanyuan's sleep was extremely restless. She noticed the movements of the man beside her and subconsciously turned over to hug him. She felt inexplicably relieved when she touched his strong body.
Jiang Wenzheng stayed awake all night, looking at the sleeping face of the little woman in his arms and smiling softly.
He should fight, not just for himself.
He didn't meet Su Yuanyuan when he was at his most prosperous, but now that Su Yuanyuan never left her when he was at his most miserable, he should work hard to earn a bright future for her.
