Village Girl Struggle

Sister Wang saw Jiang Ying sitting on the head of the bed blankly, and she couldn't help but worry, "Miss?"

Jiang Ying muran hum, stroked his chest with one hand, and touched the position of the brass lock.

The lock is still there, but the one who gave it is gone.

"Sister Wang, tomorrow... go on looking for someone."

Sister Wang glanced out the window, it was not late, and said anxiously, "I'll go now."

Jiang Ying could not move freely, but Sister Wang did nothing wrong.

"...Sister, be careful too."

Jiang Ying nodded and heard the footsteps of Sister Wang hurriedly leave the room, and the room returned to silence.

Jiang Ying held the lock on his chest tightly with one hand, feeling a kind of tightness in his chest, and a dull pain as he breathed.

A few days ago, Tianwei Haoge made this thing, and put the land lease silver ticket in it. Who knew it was a truth?

Could it be that Wei Haoge had already planned to leave at that time, but because he couldn't get out now, he left without saying goodbye?

No, Xiaowei is not such a person...

Jiang Ying shook his head and bit his lower lip, but the two minds couldn't help but clash.

Xiaowei has an extraordinary background, and there is still something unfinished in Beiyong. He has never concealed his intention to go back. Now he has this messy identity. If he moves, he will attract attention from all parties. Why do you want to waste your life here with yourself?

Over the years, Xiaowei can be said to be Jiang Ying’s God of Wealth. Jiang Ying’s current net worth is almost all Xiaowei earned. From less than a dozen silvers at the beginning to tens of thousands of dollars now, more than ten. Although the two of them had decided to divide the shop at the beginning, they have depended on each other over the years, and they have been alone. They have not been so clearly divided.

Although Jiang Ying and him only met after a while. But as long as he thinks that there is someone outside who is taking care of the business and making money, that he has a chance to rely on, Jiang Ying will feel at ease.

Xiaowei is a spring when he is thirsty and rice when he is hungry.

The importance of a person may only appear when he is absent.

Now if Xiao Wei is taken away by his old knowledge, I am afraid that this difference is the distance between the two countries, and the audiobook is difficult to pass, otherwise. Why don't those people let Xiaowei leave a letter for himself?

The more Jiang Ying thought about it, the more frustrated he became. He only felt that he was too stupid and didn't plan ahead early. We went to Beiyong with Xiaowei, and did not dare to have a showdown with the Guogong Mansion prematurely, and finally waited until this **** gift of marriage...

Jiang Ying sat in the room thinking wildly. He didn't know how long it had passed, and watched the sky getting dark outside. Lingye came over and asked, "Miss, the meal is ready, do you want to show the hem?"

Jiang Ying was stunned for a long time, and then asked unconsciously, "Sister Wang is back?"

Lingye turned on the light carefully. Glancing at the third lady.

But it replied in a low voice, "Not yet."

Jiang Ying actually asked this for nothing, the journey from Beijing to here is not close. Unless Wang Chougu immediately found Wei Haoge as soon as she entered Beijing, and then walked back unhesitatingly, could she come back.

Jiang Ying looked at the four dishes, one soup, and a bowl of bijang rice.

"Is there any other rice?"

Lingye said, "There is also the finest white rice from the suburbs of Beijing, the kind sent by Master Watch."

Bi Japonica rice is the most precious. Therefore, only a small bowl of Jiang Ying steamed each time.

Jiang Ying gazed at Bi Yingying's rice sadly, said. "Change the white rice."

Lingye didn’t know why the third lady was so depressed, but the lady was fated, so she served rice in the suburbs of Beijing. In fact, the rice grown in the southern part of the suburbs of Beijing also tastes very good, especially the fine white rice, which is only rich. The room is only willing to eat.

Jiang Ying held a bowl to his lips and ate it in small bites. Even the vegetables of Lingye cloth seemed to be out of sight, and he ate up a bowl of rice without even moving half a bite.

Lingye knew there was a difference, and was about to persuade him, when he accidentally saw a few water stains splashing on the table.

Jiang Ying took out the veil from his sleeve and put it on his face. He choked to get the food away, but he got up from the seat and sat on the bed facing the wall.

Hoshiba was taken aback.

This third young lady has been in the mansion for more than half a year. Whether it was a snake encounter and an assassin in the middle of the night, or the incident by the lake, or the old lady rushed to Guanli to live for a long time, have you ever seen her shed half a tear?

It was just a few days ago that the old friend of the high cold boy came to the door to provoke him, and his servants were filled with righteous indignation, and it did not affect the mood of the young lady.

Now he is so sad and weeping, I don't know what happened?

Lingye struggled for a long while, and finally did not ask, he only cleared the table gently, and asked hesitantly, if he wanted to hire a doctor or something, Jiang Ying didn't say anything, but shook his head.

Lingye gently closed the door thoughtfully when he went out, Jiang Ying was leaning against the head of the bed, but she couldn't stop tears.

I don't know how long it has passed, but in a daze, I can hear the music of drums, and there is noisy laughter in the distance.

Jiang Ying searched for the voice in a maddening manner.

But seeing the guests Ruyun, there were smiles on their faces, smiling at the three newcomers who were paying their respects.

The three newcomers were all dressed in red brocade dresses. A man held a red silk in his hands, and the two ends of the silk were held in the hands of two women with hipa.

The red brocade was so red that Jiang Ying narrowed his eyes, and the face of the man among them faintly met.

Deep honey-colored, smooth skin, wide and full forehead, vivid and profound facial features, looking at the sunny boy, eyes full of affection, look left, look right, Ermei is on the side, and the smile is handsome, showing a white sparkle Bright teeth.

"Cousin, are you here?"

The bridegroom smiled brightly at Jiang Ying. The two brides next to him also lifted their hijabs, revealing their snow-skinned appearance, Qi Qi smiled at Jiang Ying, "Is my cousin also here to congratulate the three of us?"

Jiang Ying couldn't laugh, and looked at the bridegroom sadly.

"Cousin Wei, you promised that we would go to Beiyong together."

Although it was not explicitly stated at the time, it was also a heart-to-hand relationship, and it was meant to be promised.

The bridegroom's eyes were fixed, and he looked at her and said, "Cousin, I dare not forget the appointment of the day, but haven't you been married as a woman?"

Jiang Ying shook his head, "No, I didn't, I..."

There was a sullen laughter behind him, "What a shameless enchantress! She has been married into my house, and she is thinking of the wild man next to her!"

Jiang Ying turned his head and took a look. It was Gao Han who was dressed in black, his complexion was gloomy, and his ghost seemed to follow behind him as if not knowing when.

Gao Han waved his hand, "Take it all for me!"

Dozens of people in black appeared from all sides like ghosts, with sharp knives in their hands, and the cold light passed, but the momentary effort killed all the people present!

"Gao Han, you butcher!"

Jiang Ying pointed at Gao Han and cursed, but Gao Han smiled sorrowfully, with a cold and dignified long sword in his hand. Ji Zhizhi said, "Witch, today is your death date!"

The groom exclaimed. They were about to come forward to stop them, but the two brides looked at each other, and tied the bridegroom tightly with the silk in their hands.

Xiaowei. You ignorant fellow!

Jiang Ying was full of frustration and resentment, trying to avoid it, but fell backward.

Watching the cold-sweeping sword tip approaching...

Jiang Ying yelled and flicked on the bed to get up.

But seeing Mingyue full of windows, the room was dizzy, it turned out that it was just a nightmare.

The scene in the dream was so terrible. Even though I was awake, it was still a lingering fear.

Jiang Ying got out of bed and poured a glass of cold water by herself. After a few sips, I became sober.

But I thought in my heart, if Wei Haoge was really taken away by his old knowledge, at least it would be safe and sound.

I'm afraid those people are not old acquaintances, but people with ulterior motives!

And that high cold. This guy is full of hatred for himself, maybe he plans to get blood on the spot when the newlyweds are married. It's the same as in the dream. People would never dare to say such things that defy the imperial decree, but it is really hard to say if it falls on the lunatic Gao Han. Even if he doesn't do it right away, I'm afraid there are other malicious intentions.

Hey, is that King Ning Yuan's father Jiang Erni?

Given his ability to plant a spy in Yunfu, he should already know the tricks behind this marriage, why didn't he want to stop it?

Could it be that King Ning Yuan was planning to endure no matter what, really preventing his son and daughter from getting married?

Or, does King Ning Yuan feel that these illegitimate daughters are not enough for concubines?

Hearing Master Bi Ling's tone, he also hinted that this matter would not be too bad to deal with.

What would King Ningyuan do?

Is he openly turning his face with the emperor, lighting up one hundred thousand frontier troops, and entering the capital to force the palace?

Or come up with a reason to delay the wedding, and then let one of the two people involved die unexpectedly?

Jiang Ying tried to substitute herself as King Ningyuan, if the emperor ordered his son and daughter to marry...

Ah bah bah bah!

Wouldn't the emperor use such insidious tricks so shamelessly?

Two of my own sisters, from the time I was born, I decided that one would be a maiden and the other would be a prince, and the content of his education was different, but I had never had a peep into that chair.

The Huanhua Dynasty attached great importance to the protagonist, and as long as the protagonist was born with no intellectual deficiency, he would be brought up by the princely daughter. It is completely different from the education received by others.

Moreover, the prince and daughter who can become the emperor must have integrity. It is almost impossible for them to be crowned the throne of the queen by conspiring to kill the heir in front of them.

After hundreds of years, there have been very few incidents of seizure of thrones between brothers and sisters.

There was once a female prince who killed the two older sisters in front of her for plotting Dabao, and finally ascended to the position of prince.

It didn’t take long for the prince’s matter to be revealed. Originally, the pseudo-madam thought she was the only daughter of the queen’s bloodline. Pass the throne to yourself.

As a result, the empress took out the ancestral instruction, which read: The woman who murdered her hands and feet is not worthy to be the king of a country.

The empress put her only remaining daughter in a prison built on a desolate island and sentenced to permanent detention.

But he was going to pass the throne to the outstanding ones selected from the royal family.

There were a lot of controversies about this kind of action at the time, but these controversies ended when the forty-year-old queen unexpectedly became pregnant and gave birth to a daughter.

At that time, the government and the people praised that this was because the ancestors maintained justice to the queen, upheld the awards of the ancestors, and blessed the pure and noble blood of Huanhua Jiang in the dark.

And the same situation is absolutely impossible in the Jokhang Dynasty, right?

Jiang Ying thought this way, and couldn't help but feel a little disgusted with the blood source of his body.

She would rather be an ordinary peasant girl.