At night, the river, which had been lively for a long time because of the presence of distinguished guests, finally quieted down.

Jiang Ling finished washing under the service of Caihe, climbed into bed in a white obscene clothes, and got into the thin quilt on the bed again.

"Caihe, you can start going back to your room tonight, you don't have to take care of me anymore."

Since Jiang Ling's glutinous rice dumplings incident, she was afraid that she would need to be taken care of at night, so the personal maid Caihe has been sleeping on the small couch in her room. Although it has been better for a long time now, the Jiang couple is not at ease, and still let Caihe accompany her at night.

The couch was okay for a daytime nap, but it was really uncomfortable to sleep all night. When Caihe heard her say this, he still wondered, "Miss." Don't you really need me to accompany you? If you want to drink some water or wake up at night, it's easier for me to take care of it next to you. ”

Jiang Ling opened his big black eyes and smiled at her: "During this time, I haven't gotten up at night, you sleep like a little pig every time, and I have never woken you up." ”

Caihe opened his mouth and said, "Why didn't Miss call me?" If the night is dark and the wind is high, if you bump into it, it will be miserable. ”

"What can you bump into in your own home?"

Cai He pouted: "The last time Miss knocked on the stone bench, it wasn't in her own home. ”

Jiang Ling smiled mysteriously: "Sometimes it's not necessarily a bad thing to bump, you see that I am stronger now than before, right?" ”

Cai He also covered his mouth and smiled: "That's right, Miss seems to be in much better health than before since she got better." ”

"That's it, and I didn't drink any soup tonight, so you don't have to get up at night, you just go back to your room and go to sleep. If anything, I'll shout and you can hear it next door. ”

"Okay then." Caihe stepped forward and lowered the curtain beside the bed, "Then miss, you go to bed early, and I'll help you turn off the lights." ”

The oil lamp on the table was blown out by her, and the room instantly went dark.

Jiang Ling heard a creak, Caihe bolted the door, and went to the next room, which was finally as quiet as water.

At this time, Jiang Ling actually didn't feel sleepy, firstly, she took a nap in Jingyayuan in the afternoon, and secondly, the queen returned to her hometown to save her relatives, not only allowing her to meet her husband in her previous life, but also to meet Zhou Chengzhi in advance who should have met for the first time in a few years.

She didn't have any hatred for her husband in her previous life, and at that moment, even if she didn't kill herself, her future life would not necessarily be easy. After her death, she saw the fate of all the ladies in the prince's palace, and was executed by Zhou Chengzhi without exception. If she lived, she would not have been able to avoid this fate.

But her death was always directly because of him. Now that I live another life, I only hope that the tragedy will not be repeated. What's more, after her death, she realized that she had never had a relationship between men and women for this husband who had been married for three years. God let her live a new life, and she always hopes to taste worldly love, and since this person will not be Zhou Chengwen, then she has broken the possibility of mistake early. In the last life, the two got married, and it was the elders who saw that the two childhood sweethearts were in love with each other, so they agreed to the marriage.

Today, she deliberately distanced herself from the weekly submission, which is the beginning of changing this life. On the contrary, Zhou Chengzhi, who had nothing to do with it in the previous life, had to get close to him in this life, understand him, and then change him, he was the foundation of whether she could live a stable life in this life.

Trying to please that guy during the day, Jiang Ling hadn't thought about it yet, and now he was lying on the bed alone and thinking quietly, and he felt that Zhou Chengzhi was really different from what he imagined. She had seen him a few years later, and he was already a perverse teenager.

At that time, the first time we met was on a big occasion in the palace, and I only took a photo and didn't know who he was. But the second time was in Jinghui Nunnery, he was seriously injured and cultivated in the nunnery, she was studying medicine with Master Shangshan, accidentally trespassed on his territory, was drunk away by him coldly, and was almost hit in the head by the teacup. She knew his identity, remembered those rumors, and did not dare to approach him in the future.

But now it seems that although there are still those rumors about him, when we meet today, I feel that Zhou Chengzhi is not so terrible. I don't know if it's because he hasn't touched his scales yet, or because he is still young now, and he still has a childish heart, and those violent hearts will be revealed as he gets older. If it's the former, she'll have to do everything she can to get him to change, and if it's the latter, she'll have to find a way to keep those things from growing.

But he is the noble prince in the palace, and she is just a young lady of the family, not to mention that before the Jiang family returned to Beijing, one was in the imperial capital and the other was in Yangzhou, that is, the difference between the identities of the two, if they want to have close contacts, it is difficult to climb to the sky. What's more, the two are different from men and women, and now they can still be called young and ignorant, and after a few years, after she enters Beijing, what reason should he use to make friends with the prince.

Jiang Ling turned over a little depressed.

According to the practice of previous years, the Queen's Province only stayed for ten days and a half. How did she form a friendship with Zhou Chengzhi in this short period of time, but she could not cut off the friendship that she would not see for the next few years, it was really a problem.

Not to mention Zhou Chengzhi, an eleven-year-old boy, even she, an adult soul, is afraid that if she doesn't see a close friend for a few years, she will almost forget it.

She rubbed her hair and said silently in the dark: Zhou Chengzhi, I will treat you well these days, you can't forget me when you return to Beijing. When I go to the capital in a few years, I will continue to reform you, since I know that you will become a tyrant and cruelty to the world in the future, if I can't stop it in time, won't I, Jiang Ling, live again in vain.

Jiang Ling's body was a child after all, and soon after tossing and turning, sleepiness came flooding back, his brain became chaotic, and within a moment, he breathed deeply and slept unconsciously.

Tonight is also a full moon night, the moonlight in the sky sprinkled in the small courtyard of her boudoir, in the courtyard laurel trees slowly dancing in the night wind, and the bluestone slabs reflected mottled shadows.

In addition to the shadow of the tree, there is an additional figure in this courtyard at some point. The man wasn't tall, about a child.

I saw that the black shadow was silent under his feet, and walked towards the door of Jiang Ling's room step by step. When he reached the door, he stopped, his hand slowly touched the door, and somehow moved, and the door opened silently.

When the door opened a hole to accommodate the body, the image was like a ghost, quietly penetrating in, and the door closed silently, as if nothing had happened.

In the dark boudoir, the black shadow walked towards the bed inside. After standing still in front of the bed, he stretched out his hand to open the curtain, and through the thin moonlight that penetrated through the window lattice, Jiang Ling's fair and pink little face was revealed.

I don't know if it was a dream induction, Jiang Ling rolled over with a mutter, and fell asleep sideways towards the bed.

The black shadow chuckled, it turned out that this person was Zhou Chengzhi, a distinguished guest of Jiangfu.

Zhou Chengzhi's young man's young face hooked up a smile that did not match his age, and he lowered his body and slowly spat out a white breath on Jiang Ling's face. Jiang Ling's eyebrows trembled, and then he returned to calm, and his eyebrows seemed to be sleeping.

Zhou Chengzhi sat down at the head of her bed and slowly put his hand on her face. Although he had pinched her face during the day, he had not been able to depict her delicate features as he did now.

It's small! The little lips, the little nose, the little chin, as if he would crumble into a ball with a little force. He knew that she was good-looking, and in a few years she would become a stunning beauty. He still remembered that the first time he saw her was in a feast in the palace, gathering the beauties of the Jingzhong family, maybe in the eyes of others, she was not the one who was shocked by those women, but he still saw her at a glance, and never forgot it. It's just that at that time, she and his second brother's childhood sweetheart had no guesses, and within a year or two they got married. I didn't want to later, he and the prince completely turned against each other, and took the opportunity of □□ to snatch her over, but he watched her jump down from the city tower, and her head was empty.

And the person who forced her to death was himself.

He only felt that the world was sad, his life was short for more than 20 years, and the only woman he loved, let alone knowing his thoughts, had not even given him a look, and he was separated by heaven and man.

However, the world is unpredictable. He didn't want his life to happen all over again.

In his last life, he lived a really sad life, his mother died early, his father didn't love him, and he even joined hands with his brother to let him die on the battlefield. He was unwilling to rebel.

After killing his brother and killing □□his father, he owned the world, but he only felt that life was empty and difficult, no relatives, no lovers, and he owned the world but in fact all he had was boundless loneliness.

Under the life of lovelessness, the more you live, the more absurd you become, drunk and dreaming of death, indiscriminately killing innocents, and becoming a complete tyrant. thought that he was burned to death in the palace in the fire that he had lit with his own hands, but he had too much blood on his hands, and the underworld would not accept him, giving him a chance to return to the furnace and rebuild.

So he woke up and went back to when he was eleven years old.

Life again, he doesn't want to repeat the mistakes of the past, he wants to try to be a different Zhou Chengzhi.

Zhou Chengzhi decided to be a good person in this life.

At this time, the woman he once admired was still far away in Yangzhou, far from having a deep friendship with his second brother. It's still too late. Heaven finally gave him a chance.

He also finally brought their first meeting forward by four years. That kind of excitement, he took a lot of effort so that it would not be overflowing and people would find the clues.

He touched Jiang Ling's little face, because he had never seen her when she was a child in his previous life, and when he saw her today, he only felt inexplicably soft in his heart, but he didn't know how to vent his wonderful feelings. He suddenly had a little bad taste, and with a little force in his hand, he pinched her round cheeks, so Jiang Ling's cherry mouth was cocked like a chicken, which was particularly cute.

He laughed and simply crouched down to face her. Holding her face with both hands, rubbing it left and right, pinching her nose and pulling her lips, she couldn't put it down, and had a lot of fun.

Jiang Ling inhaled his smoke, and he couldn't wake up, so he could only let him □□ and not know.

After playing for a while, Zhou Chengzhi finally stopped, only gently held her face, approached her, and whispered word by word: "Jiang Ling, you don't want to marry Zhou Chengwen again in this life, you are mine, I will never let you escape from the palm of my hand again." Do you hear that? ”

Of course, Jiang Ling couldn't hear it.

Zhou Chengzhi stared at her, as if waiting for her answer.

Looking at her slightly pursed lips, Zhou Chengzhi's throat moved, and he stepped forward and gently pasted it, but as soon as the warm breath reached his lips, he bounced away as if he had been struck by lightning.

In the darkness, the boy's face had turned red.

Zhou Chengzhi only felt that he was a little dirty, no matter how much he liked it, this was just a nine-year-old child. Even he himself is only eleven now.

He pinched his fingers and calculated, it would take at least four or five years before he could pack the person and take it home and swallow it. When I think about it this way, change feels like a year.

What's more, one is in Yangzhou and the other is in the imperial capital.

So, Zhou Chengzhi rubbed Jiang Ling's lips with his fingers and pasted them again.