Seeing that Jiang Zhimian refused so simply, Princess Ning thought that she hadn't heard clearly.

So I repeated, "Actually, you can get married later, and you only say that the General's Mansion has not been done yet, and everyone will not suspect anything." ”

Jiang Zhimian still shook his head, "No, it's just right to get married the day after tomorrow, and if I postpone the marriage now, it will only make Murong Yan feel that I am afraid, it is better to have the courage to get married, so that he will be afraid of me." ”

"Does it work?" Princess Ning was a little worried.

Jiang Zhimian nodded, his expression was very firm, "It doesn't work, you have to try it like this." ”

"That'...... All right. Princess Ning had no choice but to compromise.

After counting all the dowry gifts, I left with no peace of mind.

And Jiang Zhimian went to the house to see Mrs. Jiang.

It just so happened that Mrs. Jiang woke up slowly, still confused, "Mianmian, why did I go into your room and sleep?" ”

"Grandma, you said that I was about to get married, and I was reluctant to do so, so you want to accompany me more, have you forgotten?" Jiang Zhimian's face was not red, and his heart was not beating.

Mrs. Jiang thought about it carefully, "I don't remember much, ouch, what's wrong with my memory?" ”

"Grandma must have been too concerned about my marriage recently, so she was so busy that she began to forget, eat some walnut porridge at night, and I will boil it for you." Jiang Zhimian hugged Mrs. Jiang.

"No, no," Mrs. Jiang hurriedly waved her hand, "You have a good rest, be a beautiful bride, grandma will boil it herself, and she will also boil a bowl for you." ”

After saying that, he hurriedly put on his shoes and went out with small steps.

When I go out, I'm still humming a song.

Apparently the hypnosis was successful, and all those bad memories were hidden.

That's good.

Why do old people remember so many sad things?

Jiang Zhimian thought, sat back in front of the dresser, and took out the crystal bottle containing the perfume from the jewelry box.

This is Murong Yan's secret fragrance, and what is hidden is Murong Yan's unknown story.

Murong Yan, what kind of person is he?

Jiang Zhimian gradually became curious about him.

……

Another day.

Jiang Zhimian hypnotized all the people in the palace who knew about this matter and let them hide this memory.

You can be happier to participate in her marriage.

But among these people, there are also people who can't be hypnotized.

For example, Princess Ning, such as Chi Mohan.

In the evening, Jiang Zhimian went to Chi Mohan's courtyard to see him.

Chi Mohan was looking at the fiery red wedding dress on the table and was stunned, he had always been alert, but he didn't notice Jiang Zhimian who was approaching.

It was Jiang Zhimian who reached out and patted him on the shoulder to bring him back to his senses.

Naturally, he held Jiang Zhimian's hand and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?" ”

"Are you worried about tomorrow's marriage?" Jiang Zhimian asked.

Chi Mohan shook his head, "No, don't worry." ”

"Lie, if you're not worried, why do you have this expression." Jiang Zhimian pursed his lips and ruthlessly exposed his lies.

"I'm just thinking, if Murong Yan appears tomorrow, how can I deal with him more quickly and secretly." Chi Mohan replied honestly.

Jiang Zhimian: "......"

Well, just as if she didn't say anything.

After being silent for a while, he asked again, "What would you do if killing Murong Yan would put my uncle and them in danger?" ”

"Leave him alive, wait for him to crack the hypnosis, and then kill him." Chi Mohan didn't want to answer.

"Why are you so irritable all of a sudden, and you're going to kill people at every turn." Jiang Zhimian was a little surprised.

Chi Mohan grabbed her hand and suddenly forced, pursed his thin lips, and replied, "I will not stay with anyone who covets you." ”

"So domineering." Jiang Zhimian complained on his lips, but his heart was warm.

It's not a bad thing to be so resolute once in a while.

After all, Murong Yan was not someone who could stay for them.

"Think of something happy, I'm going to marry you tomorrow, think about this." Jiang Zhimian said.

Chi Mohan bowed, "The day I confessed to you, I thought about it." ”

Jiang Zhimian: ???

"How did you know I was going to marry you at that time, you must have thought too much, right?" Jiang Zhimian asked.

Chi Mohan was very confident, "If it weren't for you, then there would be no one else." ”

Therefore, after thinking about the marriage with Jiang Zhimian, I never had any thoughts about others anymore.

From the beginning to the end, it was Jiang Zhimian.

Jiang Zhimian suddenly couldn't say any more.

Why do you feel that today's Chi Mohan is so flirtatious?

If I continue to talk about it, I'm really worried that I'll knock him down tonight.

"Okay, I've seen you anyway, so I'll see you tomorrow." ”

After saying this, Jiang Zhimian immediately turned around to leave.

After only taking two steps, he was stopped by Chi Mohan again.

"Do what?" Jiang Zhimian asked.

Chi Mohan's sword eyebrows, who were standing not far away, were full of seriousness engraved on his handsome face, "As long as I am still here, I will definitely protect you." ”

"Got it." Jiang Zhimian nodded, snickered, and left quickly.

Only Chi Mohan was still standing in place, as if he was thinking deeply about something, and he didn't move for a long time.

"General Mo, the newly soaked Pu'er." A subordinate came over to serve tea.

Chi Mohan stretched out his hand to take the cup of Pu'er.

When the lid of the cup was opened, the white mist with the fragrance of tea dispersed, blurring the appearance of the person in front of him.

He took a sip, and the taste was smooth, bitter in the mouth, and sweet in the aftertaste.

It's good tea.

"I don't have Pu'er in my yard, who sent this?" Chi Mohan asked.

The subordinate smiled slightly, "It was sent in from outside, and it was said to be a wedding gift for General Mo, and the name is called Murong Yan." ”

……

On the day of marriage.

Jiang Zhimian was pulled up early in the morning to comb her hair and makeup, and her eyes were so sleepy that she couldn't open them at all.

Just when she was out of energy, Fu Xin'er suddenly stuffed something into her mouth.

Out of instinct, Jiang Zhimian chewed twice and woke up in an instant.

couldn't help but wake up, and jumped up directly from the chair, quickly spit out the contents of his mouth, and his pretty face was wrinkled.

"Wow, what are you giving me to eat in the morning, it's souring me!"

"Sour apricots, my mother gave it to me, saying that it is the best way to wake up, you see, are you in good spirits now?" Fu Xin'er replied seriously.

The person was full of energy, his teeth were sour, and his mouth was still saliva.

"That's right, you can't eat anything today, you can't eat until the evening, and your teeth are sore, so you can save food." Fu Xin'er didn't forget to mend the knife.

Jiang Zhimian was about to roll her eyes at her, and when she opened her mouth, she was stuffed with a mouthful of abalone porridge by Mrs. Jiang.

"Eat quickly, just swallow the porridge directly, how can we be hungry for a day? Hungry for an hour, hungry for a cup of tea, grandma will be distressed to death! Mrs. Jiang held the bowl and said with tears in her eyes.