The wind was cold, and the screen window was beating wildly. It seems that I can't wait to break in and enjoy the warmth inside.

In the warm spring-like room, the disheveled Jiang Rong was lying on the couch drunkenly, with several wine jugs scattered in front of him, his fair face was sickly red, his eyes were scarlet, and his body was full of wine, as if he had just been salvaged from the wine vat.

Jiang Rong barely sat up, stretched out his arm to hook the wine jug that he threw not far away, but he was only halfway through it because of his physical exhaustion, he collapsed on the couch, his chin was hitting the empty bottle, and a sharp soreness hit him, making his eyes dark. Jiang Rong covered his chin and gasped, his eyes regained a trace of clarity due to pain.

Jiang Rong opened his eyes and looked at the mess in front of him, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips. After taking a few steps forward, he took the flask that he couldn't reach before, tilted his head and poured it directly into his mouth.

Fortunately, only half of the pot was poured out, and there was still wine in it.

This is Jiang Rong's only thought at the moment.

With the golden liquor in his mouth, Jiang Rong felt that he had a little more vitality on his body. He gulped with his mouth open, and accidentally choked on the wine into his trachea. Jiang Rong grabbed his chest and coughed earth-shatteringly, feeling that his internal organs were about to be coughed out, and coughing made his throat hurt hotly.

"Third master, third master, what's wrong with you?" There was an anxious inquiry outside the door, but people didn't dare to rush in, they were really afraid, and there were people who were drunk Jiang Rong who was not at ease before, and when he heard something wrong, he broke in, and was almost beaten to death by Jiang Rong, who was drunk and dreamed of death.

Third Master!

Jiang Rong, who was coughing violently, noticed this title, and did not forget to sneer in his busy schedule. Jiang Zheng has succeeded to the throne, and he is only the third master.

The fourth gentleman has been named the king of the county, but he is not even a prince.

Do you regret it, Jiang Rong only regretted that the mutiny on that day failed, and he became the king and lost the king. If he wins, it will be Jiang Zheng who is locked up here at this time.

Jiang Rong, who calmed down his cough, smiled and shouted angrily: "Get out!" "Pick up a flask and smash it.

There was a loud bang, which frightened the screaming maid outside the door.

Jiang Rong, who finally felt that his ears were clean, grabbed the wine jug again and poured it into his mouth, even if the cold wine spilled into the collar, he didn't realize it.

Because of the urgency, Jiang Rong was choked again, he propped his hands on the couch, coughed violently again, coughing tears and blurring his vision.

In a hazy mood, Jiang Rong felt that he had seen the day he met Yan Huaiyu for the first time, in the endless plum blossom forest, a gentle and gentle girl picking plum blossoms.

As soon as the picture turned, it was their wedding night again, and the woman in the gorgeous costume and the beautiful country looked at her shyly and timidly and lowered her head.

……

In the end, he saw himself wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, not far away was Yan Huaiyu who was holding Brother Yang, the mother and son slowly walked towards him, Brother Yang'er's face was full of admiration and joy, and Yan Huaiyu's eyes were full of affection that made his heart bloom.

Approaching, Yan Huaiyu stretched out his hand to him.

Jiang Rong stretched out his hand and clenched it hard, the emptiness of his palm made him change color, he opened his five fingers and grabbed it, obviously the two of them were in front of him, but he couldn't grasp it. Jiang Rong was anxious, something more terrifying happened, and the figures of Huaiyu and Brother Yang gradually blurred, as if a gust of wind could blow away.

Jiang Rong was shocked and flew up, and at the same time, there was a 'squeak', the window was blown open by the strong wind, and the cold wind poured into the house in an instant. The figures of Yan Huaiyu and Brother Yang disappeared without a trace in front of Jiang Rong in an instant.

Jiang Rong's pupils shrank, and the whole person trembled violently.

The maid, who had been holding her breath and paying attention to the movement in the house, suddenly heard a terrible scream, including pain, which frightened a spirit, and panicked: "Third master, third master!" ”

After a few sounds, there was no reply, the two panicked, looked at each other and then gritted their teeth and pushed it away, and as soon as they opened it, they were shivered by the oncoming cold wind.

I saw Jiang Rong kneeling on the ground, his hands tightly wrapped, as if holding a supreme treasure.

The two were stunned, one went to close the window, and the other went to help Jiang Rong in fear. She was mentally prepared to withstand Jiang Rong's anger, but found that Jiang Rong was obedient, it should be said that she was helped up by him like a wandering spirit, and her expression was stunned.

This frightened the two of them, and they were afraid that he would have a good one, although Jiang Rong was imprisoned here, but he was the brother of today's sister-in-law, not to mention that the Empress Dowager and the Empress Dowager were still there, just looking at the supply in this courtyard was of the highest quality, you knew that this brother could still be accommodated today.

So Wangyi has a case in their hands, none of them want to end up well, so the two of them didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly went to ask the house doctor to come over.

How could Jiang Rong's concubine not know that when Jiang Rong was imprisoned, the woman and the child were also sent in.

They know that there is no reason why they can't come, even if they are locked up, Jiang Rong is also their husband, their God. And if you go out one day, you don't have to count on him to live. So one by one, they rushed over.

When they came to the front, they were more and more sad, even if Jiang Rong closed his eyes, he didn't delay their crying, and then he couldn't help but persuade them away.

Out of the courtyard, the worried look on Aunt Wang's face suddenly subsided, and she looked north: "It's all here, Aunt Bi hasn't come over yet." ”

Her maid figured out what she was thinking and said: "What does my aunt do with that white-eyed wolf, she is looking at our third master and revealing her true form when she is down, and when the third master wakes up, she will see how the third master cleans her up." ”

The corners of Aunt Wang's mouth curled, as soon as she entered the door, she didn't like Bi Xiuying, she had a noble face, but she was just a Mo settler, she really regarded herself as a noble daughter of the family, and she didn't know how to pretend to be the daughter of the Wang family.

Suddenly, Aunt Wang's expression was gloomy, the Wang family. Jiang Rong was defeated, and the Wang family who took refuge in him was gone. Thinking of the sad thing, Aunt Wang couldn't help but burst into tears.

And Bi Xiuying, who was worried about Aunt Wang, was sitting quietly in front of the dressing mirror to sort out her makeup. Jiang Rong was sick, and of course someone informed her. But she didn't want to go, as for the result of not going.

Bi Xiuying smiled at the woman in the mirror, he and Jiang Rong had already torn their faces. She also recently learned that she was able to deliver news to the Ruan family, which was deliberate by Jiang Rong, and he just wanted to use himself to confuse his sight. Fortunately, his plan failed, otherwise what little conscience he had left would not be at peace.

It's just that he doesn't understand why Jiang Rong didn't kill her, although he is a prisoner, it is more than enough to deal with her, but he keeps her.

Remembering the past?

Bi Xiuying refused to believe it, if Jiang Rong was really affectionate, how could Yan Huaiyu's mother and son die so desolately, and how could she have a miscarriage in the battle in the back house.

Bi Xiuying tugged at the corners of her mouth, and now it makes no sense to think about it.

She turned her face sideways, inserted the plum blossom glass hairpin, and saw the peach blossoms outside the window, today is a good day, the spring is bright, and even the branches are blooming with scattered small flowers.

On a whim, Bi Xiuying walked to the window and leaned out to hook a peach blossom, pinched a peach blossom and let go of the branch. Sitting back in front of the dresser, she carefully inserted the flower into her sideburns, feeling that there was nothing more to add to her makeup, so a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

She stood up, picked up her favorite red shawl next to her, and moved another stool to place under the beam. Bi Xiuying stepped on the stool and smoothly threw the shawl over the beam. Looking at the red shawl fluttering in front of her, Bi Xiuying was slightly distracted, red, how could it be something that their concubines could touch. She can't forget that day, when she was carried away by a small pink sedan chair, her mother's complicated eyes, heartache, disappointment, and apprehension......

Unconsciously, Bi Xiuying burst into tears, and she was tying knots while shedding tears.

Huer remembered that not long ago, the drunken Jiang Rong asked her: "For a woman, is the first person you fall in love with so unforgettable?" ”

Shen Tianshu's elegant face appeared in front of her, and Bi Xiuying couldn't tell whether she still loved him or not? But undoubtedly, this is her most unforgettable man! Maybe it's because you can't get it, so it's always the best. If he had been his concubine back then, I am afraid that all his love would have been consumed in the battle, and only resentment would remain.

Thinking like this, Bi Xiuying couldn't help but rejoice, she smiled, and resolutely kicked away the stool under her feet.