When she got out of school, she didn't deliberately wait for Jiang Mo to lead, and got into the carriage first.

She fell asleep against the wall of the carriage until Ming Sheng woke her up.

Jiang Ruofu's face was pale, and he was slightly haggard and helped out of the car by Ming Sheng.

At this time, the carriage of the Jiang clan also stopped at the gate of the Inner History Mansion.

Jiang Ruofu and Jiang Yan entered the Inner History Mansion almost front and back.

Jiang Yan was holding the portrait in his hand, and the person in the portrait was walking alive in front of him, but he didn't know anything about it.

The acting officer returned the five thousand taels to Jiang Boqi,

"Lord Neishi, one of the people on this table is dead, and her family is also dead, and this money needs to be returned to the court."

Jiang Bo didn't raise his head and said,

"When you go to the history department of the imperial court, you will hand over this silver to the official."

The subordinate officer immediately patted his ass,

"If it weren't for the fact that the adult is such a noble and honest character, it may be difficult to do the internal history, and it is difficult to become a close minister of the Son of Heaven, and it is no wonder that the Queen Mother relies on you so much."

Jiang Boqi raised his head and hypocritically shirked,

"Business is official, naturally it shouldn't be in my private mansion, everyone must know this kind of thing."

The servant ran in,

"Master, the master of the great sect has arrived!"

The pen in Jiang Boqi's hand slipped out of his hand and exclaimed,

"Who?"

"It's the head of the big sect!"

"I'm waiting for you in the front hall right now."

Jiang Boqi hurriedly stood up, and he didn't bother to waste time and subordinate officials, so he hurriedly ran to the front hall.

Jiang Yan saluted Jiang Boqi first,

"I've met Neishi-sama."

Jiang Boqi was busy helping,

"Please get up, please get up! How can the younger brother be worthy of the big brother's courtesy! ”

The servants hurriedly served tea and set the fruit plate, and smoked incense.

Jiang Boqi and Jiang Yan sat down separately, and some of them exchanged pleasantries for a while.

Jiang Yan did not have the feeling of alienation and condescension in the past, and Jiang Boqi was also flattered to answer all questions.

Jiang Yan finally carefully threw out the question,

"I heard that Lord Neishi is in charge of the flower god sacrifice?"

Jiang Boqi said modestly with a smile,

"It's not that I'm in charge, it's the imperial merchants who actually manage it, I'm just handing over the silver allocated by the imperial court to the imperial merchants who are doing the ceremony."

Jiang Yan asked,

"Then those flower god gifts on the street during the sacrificial ceremony are also allocated silver by the imperial court?"

Jiang Boqi nodded and said,

"Indeed, there is a blessing to the god of flowers."

Jiang Yan held the teacup, his eyes were slightly sideways,

"Then the virtuous brother should also be on the list of flower gods, right?"

Although Jiang Boqi was led step by step to answer, this question was also asked a little abruptly, Jiang Boqi was slightly stunned,

"What do you mean?"

Jiang Yan put down the teacup and sighed,

"Presumably the virtuous brother has also heard that the dog has a thin life and summoned the evil spirit, and the evil is a portrait of a woman, and I also asked the master, and the master said that there is indeed a person, if you can find the person in the portrait, you can save my child's life."

"And today I happened to find that in this street sacrifice, there is a flower god who is almost indistinguishable from the person in the portrait of the dog, so in order to find the woman, the foolish brother came to disturb the virtuous brother, and wanted to ask the woman's name and surname, so as to save my son."

Jiang Boqi said curiously,

"I wonder which flower god it is?"

Jiang Baohe passed by the front hall and heard Jiang Yan's voice,

"It's Roselle."

Jiang Boqi and Jiang Baohe changed color in unison.

Jiang Boqi was surprised for a moment, and said in a heavy tone,

"But unfortunately, the foolish brother just dealt with this official document, and that Luo Shen happened to die on the night of the flower god's sacrifice, and now he is no longer alive."

Jiang Yan's face changed greatly, and he said in horror,

"No longer in the world?"

Jiang Baohe was also surprised, wasn't the person who played Luo Shen Jiang Ruofu?

How can it not exist in the world?

I don't know why, Jiang Baohe suddenly remembered that in the morning I heard that Jiang Ruofu stayed in King Chen's mansion all night to accompany King Chen, and many people in the mansion said that Miss Seven was taken by Prince Chen and would fly on the branches.

And she had heard before that Jiang Sang's illness was caused by evil spirits, and she had to marry a woman Chongxi, and the Jiang family was not taboo about what the same clan could not marry.

If......

Jiang Baohe was determined, took a few deep breaths and walked into the front hall.

"I'm afraid Dad is wrong, the person who played Roselle is not dead."

Jiang Yan and Jiang Boqi looked at her in unison.

Jiang Boqi didn't care about picking Jiang Baohe's mistake at this moment, and hurriedly asked,

"How do you know?"

Jiang Baohe's hands trembled slightly, her lips were a little pale, she hid her trembling hands behind her back, and pretended to be calm,

"Because I was on the street that day and saw Roselle with my own eyes, and that Roselle is not only known to me, but also to your father, and perhaps, my uncle also knows it."

Jiang Yan and Jiang Boqi looked at each other.

Jiang Baohe's lips trembled and told the truth,

"That person is my seventh sister Jiang Ruofu."

Jiang Boqi frowned and corrected,

"Hug He, your seventh sister is not on the list of the god of flowers, and I also participated in the selection of the god of flowers, and the final selection of the god of flowers draft is still up to my decision, your seventh sister is not there from beginning to end, you are afraid that you are wrong."

Jiang Baohe's hands trembled violently, and his face was pale, but he stood there straight,

"Nope! The person who was there that night was the Seventh Sister, and I saw it with my own eyes, so it was absolutely impossible to be fake. ”

"Seventh Sister is the one who dressed up as Roselle, and I will never forget the scene that night."

Jiang Yan didn't care so much, picked up the picture scroll he took when he came, and opened it to Jiang Baohe.

"Is your seventh sister the person in the painting?"

Jiang Boqi and Jiang Baohe's eyes were attracted by the portrait, the portrait of a woman with fairy wind and bones, smoky, dressed in blue, extraordinary, so beautiful that people dare not blaspheme.

This surprised person became Jiang Boqi,

The man in this portrait ......

Truly...... It's Jiang Ruofu!

Jiang Baohe saw the portrait and was even more courageous to affirm,

"Yes, as long as the eldest uncle sees my seventh sister, he will know that what Huhe said is true."

"At first, Baohe thought it was his father's partiality, so he gave this opportunity to travel on the street to the seventh sister, but now he knows that his father didn't know about it."

"I don't know what means the seventh sister used on the day of the flower god parade on the street, in short, the person who pretended to be Luo Shen that night was her, Brother Sang's illness is critical, this must not be delayed any longer, as long as the eldest uncle sees my seventh sister, I am afraid that he will be as sure as me."

Hurry up, hurry up and let Jiang Ruofu leave, don't marry Prince Chen, don't marry Prince Chen!

Why can she marry the sweetheart of countless boudoir women in Chang'an, but she can only marry a well-known gentleman.

The eagerness in Jiang Baohe's eyes could hardly be hidden, and her hands trembled excitedly.

Jiang Yan looked at Jiang Boqi,

"Brother Xian, the matter has come to this, I'm afraid I have to see Ling Yan, after all, the dog's illness can't be delayed."

Jiang Boqi hesitated, his palms sweating.

There is no doubt that the person on this painting is indeed Jiang Ruofu.

He didn't even know that Jiang Ruofu secretly pretended to be a flower god.

Why do you want to do it!

Seeing that he is about to climb up to the prince of King Chen!

No, no!

Jiang Boqi's head was running rapidly.

Ruofu was rewarded by the Queen Mother and allowed to marry freely!

Not to mention him, even if the patriarch of the Jiang clan is here, he can't control Ruofu's marriage at will!

Then Ruofu doesn't have to marry Jiang Sang Chongxi.

He also didn't believe that Ruofu was so short-sighted that he chose Jiang Sang instead of Chen Wang Shizi.

Even if Jiang Sang has any future success, he is only the head of the Jiang family.

But the prince of Chen Wang is not an ordinary king and grandson, and the prince of Chen Wang is the rising sun of the Zhao Dynasty as the queen mother herself said! If you marry the prince of King Chen, it will be a step to the sky.

If you are not a fool, you will not make a mistake!

Jiang Boqi thought so in his heart, his face also turned pale, and he said to his subordinates gently,

"Go and call Miss Seven."

The next person hurriedly ran to Qinghui Garden.

Jiang Ruofu fell asleep on the table, and Ming Sheng couldn't wake her up while she was still sorting out the bookcase.

Xiaoyu chuckled in a low voice,

"Miss really sleeps secretly, she's too tired on weekdays, she doesn't want to let Miss take a nap and rest."

Ming Sheng smiled,

"Just let Miss fall asleep like this, and I'll wake her up when it's time."

"Fortunately, the class in the next day is very easy, and it is the piano that Miss is best at, so I don't have to spend too much effort."

Xiaoyu said proudly,

"That's right, our young lady's piano is pretty good."

"Even if the fourth young lady invites more famous teachers to teach, it is not as good as a little finger of our young lady, and it is very ugly to play compared to our young lady."

Ming Sheng smiled and wiped the piano clean,

"I have already learned the piano class last time, and Miss's piano skills are definitely not inferior to that of court musicians."

The maidservant girl ran in and whispered,

"Wake up Miss Seven! The head of the big sect is here, and he wants to see Miss Seven by name! ”

When the words fell, Jiang Ruofu staggered to his own feet,

"What are you doing to see me?"

The maidservant saw that she had woken up Jiang Ruofu, and she lowered her head and didn't dare to look at her.

"It seems to have something to do with the portrait and the god of flowers......

Jiang Ruofu frowned,

"Flower God?"

Could it be that it has something to do with the night when the flower god paraded on the street?

Jiang Ruofu didn't have time to think about it,

"Mingsheng, you come with me to the front hall."

If the fact that she and Shizi had been alone together that night was known, or was known by the Great Sect, I am afraid it would not be a good thing for her.

Jiang Ruofu hurried to the front hall, and before he crossed the threshold, the teacup in Jiang Yan's hand fell to the ground suddenly.

It was as if the person in the portrait was alive and was walking towards him step by step.

The bright moon woman who is called evil, the only pair of eyes exposed in the portrait painted by Sang Er herself, evil but pure and clear, both good and evil snatch people's souls.

There was no need for any words to argue, Jiang Yan immediately understood that this was the person Jiang Sang was looking for.

Jiang Ruofu's face was haggard and pale, but he became more and more weak and gentle, and his slender eyes bloomed with a strong inky brilliance on his pure white cheeks, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would have been almost impossible to believe that the eyes in the portrait really existed in the world.

Jiang Ruofu wore the blue clothes he wore most often on weekdays, but he was just like the blue clothes that were sketched with a few sketches.

With the breeze and the sun flowing, the layers rippled like a lake, except for the absence of daffodils between her eyebrows, she almost completely overlapped with the portrait.