After listening to Jiang Mei's words, Xiao Tong didn't say much, and in short, he didn't show too much curiosity about Jiang Mei's words, but an evasive attitude made Jiang Mei a little puzzled.

After the little boy retreated, through the half-open window, Jiang Mei looked at Jing Jiu, who was weak and asleep on the bed, from a distance, and felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Although I don't know how much he will play a role in Xia Zheng's future, at least now, I feel sorry for him to see a stubborn teenager forced like this by life and gossip.

"He's still a kid, isn't he? Why force him like this. Jiang Mei couldn't help but be a little annoyed and muttered to herself.

"Jiang Mei, you don't know, the most terrifying thing in the world is not any weapon, but human words. Others are hell. ”

Before Zhuo Wangsun walked into the room, he said to Jiang Mei with a smile on his face.

Is the other person hell?

After Jiang Mei's heart flowed through this sentence, she didn't think much about it anymore and stepped into the room.

Jing Jiu seemed to have sensed something, and when Zhuo Wangsun and Jiang Mei came to his bedside, he had already opened his eyes slightly.

"Yes...... You? Jing Jiu looked at Jiang Mei with a slight surprise.

"Yes, it's me, I'll see why you're not dead, since you're so incompetent and saved by someone, why don't you die again?" Jiang Mei sneered and stood with her hands in her hands.

The young man gritted his teeth, and his delicate face turned red: "Are you trying to provoke me?" I know that you must be high-ranking officials, but please respect us ordinary people, the prince and the prince will be kind of peaceful? ”

"Now there's a chance for you to soar, would you like to?" Jiang Mei paced, walking around in front of Jing Jiu's bed.

Jing Jiu angrily reprimanded him: "Don't dangle around, I'm dizzy......"

Zhuo Wang Sun spoke: "Do you know all the Chinese languages?" Culturally savvy? ”

Jing Jiu's pale face on the bed was slightly ruddy, and he said proudly: "Naturally." ”

"Very well, so now, let you be the interpreter in charge, would you like to?"

"What?!" Jing Jiu was stunned when he heard the conditions offered by Zhuo Wangsun, and almost fell off the bed.

"Does it take time to think about it? If not, I'll make the decision for you. ”

Jiang Mei's voice was cold and cold, and she had learned a lot of Xia Zheng's demeanor like that.

Jing Jiu sat on the bed, silent, and only responded to Jiang Mei's birdsong outside.

It was obviously the season of spring, but it made Jing Jiu inexplicably feel cold, he intuitively felt that this must be a game of one link after another, and the identities of the two people in front of him must be unusual, although he wanted to refuse, but this condition was too tempting, not only because there were many more works from various countries in the palace than those circulating on the market outside, but more importantly, he could engage in what he liked.

The most difficult thing to talk about is ...... He's a waste, and he can finally get up this time.

"Can I ask you a question? Until I ask, you have to promise that you won't kill me. Jing Jiu thought for a long time before he slowly spoke, very cautious.

What's more, he peeked at Jiang Mei later, as if he was afraid of Jiang Mei.

"We don't kill useless people, we don't have any dirty deeds, you ask." Jiang Mei crossed her arms, sat on the couch, raised her chin slightly and looked at him, and sat upright.