West Wing room, corridor.

As soon as Wen Jiu got out of the house, he saw Zheng Pei and Jiang WuChao standing under the acacia tree.

Four weeks quietly, Zheng Pei asked in a low voice, "did you find the person you're looking for?"

Jiang wucai said, "I can't find it."

Zheng Pei paused.

"He's dead and can't be found any more." Jiang wucai's voice was very weak. He probably learned that he was expressionless for two or three minutes after following the third childe for a few days, and his voice scattered into the night wind with a little more chill.

"How about you go back to the imperial capital with me?" Zheng Pei was a little worried and held it for a long time before he continued: "what I said to you is still counted. It doesn't matter if you don't like me. You can be a brother. I'll take care of you in the future to avoid your wandering, okay?"

Jiang has no time to lift his eyes. He simply said, "it's not good."

Standing four or five steps away, Wen Jiu couldn't help shaking his head.

Miss Jiang was originally a dead heart. Now she's good. She doesn't like to talk with the third childe. She'll jump two words to you when she opens her mouth.

It's so sad.

Zheng Pei still wants to speak.

Wenjiu turned a corner at his feet and planned to stand behind the corridor column to avoid. As a result, Jiang wucai suddenly looked over, shouted "shopkeeper Wen" and walked towards her.

Zheng Pei was left standing alone under the acacia tree. The moonlight was hazy and the lights were dim. The childe who had been held in the palm of his hand since childhood looked a little lonely.

"Shopkeeper Wen is going to have a rest?" Jiang wucai said softly, "I'll make your bed."

Wen Jiu just wanted to say no. Jiang wucai had quickly walked into the room where she had rested a few days ago.

Wen Jiu raised his hand and touched the tip of his nose. His heart said: run fast enough.

She nodded slightly to Zheng Pei and turned away.

"Shopkeeper Wen." Zheng Pei suddenly shouted to her.

Wenjiu turned back and said, "what else can I do for you, childe Zheng?"

Zheng Pei thought it over and over again before he said, "Miss Jiang... She doesn't want to go with me. If she wants to stay with shopkeeper Wen all the time, please be tolerant to her. Don't treat her as a maid. I'll take care of her usual monthly routine and expenses..."

"Young master Zheng is worried too much." Wen Jiu said with a smile, "it's more serious. You'd better have a rest earlier. ”

She turned and entered the room.

Jiang wucai immediately closed the door.

Wen Jiu lifted the curtain and walked to the inner room. He smiled and said, "young master Zheng is also a very interesting person. He just stopped me and asked me not to use you as a servant girl. If you want to use silver, he will come out. Not to mention running all the way from imperial capital. If you are not careful, you may become a man. Yes, you are infatuated. Miss Jiang, your luck is good."

She was in the mood for some teasing.

Since Jiang wucai was stabbed by Chen Yuanning, the whole person was dead and never smiled again.

Jiang has no time to make the bed. Without raising his head, he said, "I'm afraid I owe him too much. There's nothing to pay him back."

Wen Jiu sat down beside the couch, gently crossed the tassels on the Luo tent, and asked with a smile, "why do you say so?"

"People who love each other will be happy no matter what they do. If they are wishful thinking, it will be futile to do more." Jiang wucai now starts working as a maid. He has a model and style, spreads a brocade quilt, retreats a little, looks at the wine and says: "The first time Zheng Pei saw me, he said he wanted to buy me. Maybe he meant well, but I jumped out of the building and nearly died. Then I went to Xie's house and he came again. At that time, I wondered if someone knew that I was Chen Yuanning's fiancee and wanted to kill me. I was scared to sleep for many days... Tonight, he came to Yunzhou again..."

Warm wine is dumb.

Apart from Jiang wucai begging her for the first time, she didn't say any more. She was only in her prime. When she was in the imperial capital, she was just a weak woman who knelt all the time. Now she has become a thoughtful person.

"Yes, he is a good man, but I......" Jiang wucai only said half of his words and fell into silence.

Wen Jiu also regained his consciousness. This word of feeling is the most difficult thing to understand. Moreover, Miss Jiang was stabbed by her fiance two days ago. She probably doesn't want to say this.

She touched the tip of her nose, chatted and said in a warm voice, "it's getting late. Go back and have a rest earlier."

Jiang wucai didn't move. He whispered, "I want to watch the night for shopkeeper Wen here."

Warm wine thought, "it's OK. If you're sleepy, go to sleep outside."

Jiang wucai didn't answer. He went to the table and blew out the lamp.

Warm wine lay on the couch and casually rubbed his fingertips. "If you're afraid, you can sleep with me tonight."

She used to have nightmares, especially after seeing blood, she always dared not close her eyes.

Tonight, I don't know why. All I think about is that Xie Heng and Xie Yu haven't been abandoned. I think of something in my heart, but I'm not afraid.

The room was silent.

The moonlight was faint, and everything in the room became hazy through the small porch window.

Jiang wucai gently stepped back, sat on the small stool beside the bed curtain, and suddenly asked, "shopkeeper Wen likes general Xie very much?"

Wen Jiu stopped rubbing his fingertips and smiled, "where does this come from?"

The room was dark, and we couldn't see each other's faces clearly across the lavender bed curtain.

Warm wine, but I don't feel very smooth breathing.

Jiang wucai said, "if you are entangled by people you don't like, you will only be angry. You just want to stay away from him. Let him lower his body and compromise. It's infatuated and moving. I don't want to say more words with him."

It's terrible to warm wine and think about childe Zheng.

The youngest son of the Minister of the Ministry of war, born in a good family background. There are so many expensive female beauties in Dijing. Which one do you like?

It was planted on Jiang wucai.

"You are different to general Xie." Jiang wucai's voice was too clear in the night. "You don't want to entangle with him, and you can't really be cruel to him. If you don't have love in your heart, why?"

Xie Xiaoyan was wild and rebellious. Those kings and nobles couldn't get any good in front of him.

But in order to warm the wine to such a point, if it were not for the fact that it was difficult to distinguish the true and false of his favorite clothes, how could a human spirit like Zhao Li take it lightly.

Let those people want to break their heads, but they can't think that Xie Xiaoyan would have unlimited tenderness in front of a girl. He doesn't want to lose face. He just wants to keep her.

Shopkeeper Wen seems to be gentle and easy to talk, but in fact, he works most cleanly.

It's just that I can't be cruel to Xie Heng.

The most difficult thing is to understand the human wind and moon situation. They are both physically and mentally sleepy and can't see their original heart.

Outsiders can see clearly.

Warm wine and silence.

The room was quiet for a long time.

She just turned over and pretended to be asleep.

Close your eyes and you can't sleep at all.

The sentence of Jiang Wuxian has been echoing in my ears : You don't want to entangle with him, and you can't really be cruel to him. If you don't have love in your heart, why?

Jiang had no time to lean against his couch and whispered, "my father used to say that his life is just a few decades. He wants to do things to make himself happy with happy people. Who knows what the Ming Dynasty looks like when we get together today?"

Warm wine opened his eyes but didn't speak.

Jiang wucai said, "I have a clear conscience to do this for Chen Yuanning. Even if he died in Yunzhou, it has nothing to do with me in the future. If I knew him personally, I wouldn't be soft hearted."

Wen Jiu sighed.

When you love a person, you are desperate. When you hate a person, you take his life with your own hands.

If love and hate can be divided so clearly, it is also very good.