Back in the bedroom, Shen Zhiyue took out a neatly folded piece of clothing from the cabinet, stretched it open, and felt a little sour in her heart.

It was a man's gown, which was cut from fine brocade, and the neckline and cuffs were embroidered with elegant bamboo leaf patterns, both in color and style, which was Brother Jiang's favorite.

When she went to the street to choose fabrics for Nuan Nuan to make clothes, she took a fancy to this moon-white brocade at a glance, and felt that it was very suitable for him, so she bought it back by mistake, and made this dress for him according to the size he usually wears, and it seemed so natural, but after the clothes were finished, she suddenly found that she was not qualified to do these things for him at all.

What a woman she is, he has a wife in name only? What an embarrassing and ridiculous identity.

It was a mistake for her to choose to stay by his side as Nalan Xinyue in the first place, and that could not comfort the poor woman's spirit in the sky.

What she should really do for Cousin Xinyue is to let the woman who harmed her get the punishment she deserves, instead of taking over the magpie's nest, transplanting her heart, and robbing her identity and family, in that case, what is the difference between her and the robber, it is just another high-sounding reason.

"Sister......

Hong Qiao pushed the door and walked in, looking at her with complicated eyes, "Have you really thought about it?" The young marshal cares about you so much, are you really willing to say goodbye like this?"

"There's nothing to hesitate about, it's useless to deceive yourself about something that doesn't belong to me in the first place. She folded the dress again and handed it to her, "Take it and throw it away, if you don't want to leave here, I won't force it, but please help me hide it from him for a day." ”

From the moment he was drugged and insisted on not forcing her, she had the idea of leaving, she believed that time would dilute a little, and as long as she no longer appeared in front of him, gradually, he would be able to forget this relationship that had never brought him the slightest happiness.

As for the Nalan family, she will give their daughter justice, even if she dirties her hands again.

Hong Qiao took the things she handed over, and said with a very firm attitude: "The duty of the slave and maid is to serve you, sister, my sister is gone, what is the slave still doing here?" she bowed again, and said, "It's not early, sister, rest early, ⊙⊙⊙⊙, m.◇.co$m will be busy tomorrow." ”

Shen Zhiyue looked at her departing back in a daze, and did not withdraw her gaze until the door closed again.

She looked around, leaned lazily on the bedpost, closed her eyes, and many bits and pieces of the previous paragraph came to her mind, she had lived here for several months, and she had to admit that she had developed a kind of unexplained feelings for Brother Jiang.

She relied on him, longed to draw warmth from him, and thought about putting aside the past and living a good life with him, but after all, she couldn't forget that man, such a self was not worthy of staying by his side.

Since she can't promise him to be single-minded, let's break it cleanly, she can't continue to drag him down.

Xu was in a hurry, Jiang Chengfeng hurried to the barracks the night before, and Shen Zhiyue went up the mountain to incense early the next morning.

The New Year is approaching, the pilgrims in the temple are endless, looking at this situation, I think that in a few days, the threshold of this temple will be broken by people.

Fortunately, Jiang Chengfeng donated a lot of sesame oil money to this temple before, and the abbot deliberately asked people to keep a quiet wing room for the Jiang family's daughters to rest.

After worshipping the Bodhisattva and having some fasting meals, Shen Zhiyue sent the coachman and nurse to go down to rest, and took the child and Hong Qiao to take a nap in the wing room.

It's a nap, in fact, they are out of the back door out of the temple, where there is already a carriage to answer, Shen Zhiyue has to go up the mountain with his mother to incense every fifteenth day of the new year, and he can't be more familiar here, all the way to the foot of the back mountain and meet Guan Tong, who disappeared early in the morning.

"What about people?" After settling the child, Shen Zhiyue looked at Guan Tong coldly.

"In the deserted wooden house in front of me, I guess I should be awake by now. ”

Guan Tong walked in front to lead the way, and Hong Qiao heartily supported Shen Zhiyue, for fear that she would be tripped and hooked by the fork of the weeds and trees.

Shen Zhiyue subconsciously squeezed the needle in her hand, thinking of what she was going to do next, she was still a little nervous, her hands that were supposed to save people had poisoned people more than once, and her mother should have been disappointed in her. (To be continued.) )