Jiang Lingran listened to him, and smiled softly and proudly for a while: "You blame me in your mouth, but you still helped me." ”

Uncle Wen looked at her like a child, obviously he didn't know the stakes in it, and he was sad and regretful for a while, he really shouldn't follow her wishes.

But after thinking about it, she couldn't bear it, if she wasn't extremely aggrieved, why would she fight to break the net?

The general and his wife are gone, the young general went to the barracks again, the Jiang family's big house is all cold and thin, and she will inevitably regard Meng Zhipei as a dependent in this life, and treat each other with all her heart, but she doesn't want to be trampled on affectionately.

She also has no one to rely on, no one to discuss, so she will make this risky move.

Thinking of this, it was impossible to say any more words of blame, and Uncle Wen sighed: "There are some things that Uncle Wen must explain to the girl in advance. After today's incident, Hou Ye suffered a loss and lost face, probably never daring to be so ridiculous anymore. But nothing is perfect, today's things are not without loopholes, if they are found out, the girl doesn't know anything, can you understand? ”

Jiang Lingran understood that Uncle Wen was going to carry the black pot for her, her heart was sour and warm, and she eased the choking between the roars, she smiled and said softly: "Uncle Wen, this time, I will win!" After saying that, he stepped on the footstool and got into the carriage.

After listening to the conversation between the two, Xiang Zhu guessed that the letter that Meng Zhipei was kidnapped was probably related to Uncle Wen, and then thought of Jiang Lingran's letter to Uncle Wen with fire paint pressed... She understood everything instantly, I don't know whether she was shocked or scared, she broke out in a cold sweat in the cold winter, and was blown by the wind, shivering.

Qingyu guessed something about it, and when she saw Xiang Zhu's pale face at a glance, her heart was even more up, and her feet on the footstool were soft.

The carriage was hurrying, but the carriage was very stable, Jiang Lingran leaned on the pillow and closed her eyes to recuperate, she felt that there were eyes staring at her from the left and right, she opened her eyes, and saw Xiang Zhu Qingyu avoiding her eyes in a panic, she pursed her lips, sat up straight, and said, "Are you worried?" ”

The two of them turned their evasive eyes back.

Looking at the big black eyes of the two, Jiang Lingran smiled, took out a six-petal lotus carved lacquer box from a few times, opened the lid of the box, pushed it to their hands, and coaxed: "Good, don't worry, eat something, I'm here." ”

How could Xiang Zhu be in the mood to eat, seeing that Jiang Lingran was heartless, he suddenly felt a headache: "Madam, Master Hou was not kidnapped, right?" Are you setting up the game? ”

Jiang Lingran was peeling a hazelnut, and when he heard this, he raised his eyes and looked at Xiangzhu.

"The robbers kidnapped Meng Zhipei on the sixth day of the second month, asked for 50,000 taels of silver, and asked us to go to Yixiang Pavilion to ransom people." As he spoke, his eyes turned to Qingyu: "No matter who asks about it in the future, it's all this set of rhetoric, understand?" ”

Xiang Zhu realized what a fatal disaster his words just now would bring to Jiang Lingran, and covered his mouth in fear, and nodded as if a random chicken pecked rice: "The slave understands." Qingyu also nodded.

Jiang Lingran was not worried that the two of them would say unfavorable remarks out of her, and she also confessed in vain, and continued to bow her head to peel the hazelnuts after explaining, and the carriage was silent, only the crisp sound of the hazelnut shell cracking.

Xiangzhu and Qingyu glanced at the hazelnut kernels piled up into a hill on the small table, and looked at each other helplessly.

When the carriage arrived near the West Market, the number of pedestrians increased, and the speed of the carriage slowed down.

Jiang Lingran put down the hazelnuts, wiped off the dregs on his hands, and slowly breathed evenly, pressing the residual killing intent on the tip of his heart into his heart for the time being.

After another half a cup of tea, the carriage came to a steady stop.

Outside the car window, Uncle Wen knocked on the car wall: "Girl, we're here." ”

Jiang Lingran opened the curtain, looked at the plaque of the Yixiang Pavilion, hooked his lips and said: "The matter has come to this point, and there is no reason to recycle it." ”

Uncle Wen heard the hidden meaning in Jiang Lingran's words, and frowned: "The girl thinks it's not big enough?" ”

Jiang Lingran said: "The bigger, the better!" ”

Uncle Wen opened his mouth to persuade him, but he wanted to let her out of this evil breath, and he was afraid that he would not be able to let go of his heart knot and Meng Zhipei for the rest of his life, and besides, he had already decided to go to the top bag if he was found out, and it would be up to her.

Just after noon, Yixiang Pavilion has been lively, the turtle slave is busy shuttling through the crowd, placing wine and side dishes according to the table, the small songs on the stage are melodious and tactful, the audience listens to the guests hugging left and right to drink and chat, the girl in the corner is holding her own benefactor, and the girl next to the building fence is patrolling the hall on the first floor, looking for the target.

The mellow smell of wine in the air and the fragrance of fat powder on the girl's body merge beautifully, and one more sniff is intoxicating.

The bustard's mother Cui Niang was beckoning a few girls to accompany the guests in the private room, and when she saw the black pressure at the door, she looked at it suspiciously, and her eyes widened in surprise.

I saw twenty or thirty strong men in Tsing Yi standing at the top door, blocking the door of her Leaning Incense Pavilion tightly.

These people are all like frost, their eyes are like copper bells, and their evil qi is exposed, and they are not good at first glance.

Turning from shock to anger, Cui Niang gritted her teeth and scolded: "Fucking doglegs, there are still those who dare to smash the field!" As he spoke, he twisted his thin waist, shook his handkerchief and walked to the gate, and said as he walked: "Where did you come from, little bastard, recognize it clearly, this is your Cui Niang's territory, get out of here!" ”

The little servants listened to the foul words, and their grim faces did not have any waves, so they heard a light cough behind them, and they all held their breath and lowered their heads, moved lightly under their feet, retreated left and right, and the tightly blocked gate suddenly gave way to a way.

I saw a large piece of solemn green clothes behind a touch of red piercing into my eyes.

Cui Niang squinted at the past, but it was a pretty little girl.

The girl was dressed in a red cloak, her complexion was snow-white, her eyebrows were curved, her eyes were painted, and her straight nose gave her features a bit of inviolable loneliness, and she walked slowly from the path that parted, and the tips of her three-inch shoes loomed from under the cloak that was flush with the soles of her shoes.

If you're not mistaken, the petals on the light pink satin upper are strung with pearls the size of a grain of rice – a pearl the size of a grain of rice is extremely difficult to punch, and you can imagine how much the shoe costs.

Cui Niang was secretly speechless, her eyes went up from the tip of her shoes, and fell on her face again, without powder, not even her eyebrows, and her slightly lighter eyebrows looked like a baby's fetal hair, weak and soft.

The black hair is black and shiny, simple to pull, and there is a golden silk plum blossom pearl hairpin.

There is a unique brilliance in the simplicity and elegance.

Cui Niang has been in this industry for so long, and she has seen many girls with good colors, but no one can reach the one in front of her.

Jiang Lingran stood still in the hall, his eyelashes lifted slightly, and his inky eyes refracted a fine cold light in the daylight.

She calmly looked at this Fengyue Field, which can best breed the desires in men's hearts.

Today, she will turn everything here into a label that cannot be torn off, nailed to Meng Zhipei forever, so that he can also experience the taste of being poked in the backbone by thousands of people to talk about and make fun of it.