The good yellow calendar book was held in the palm of Jiang Lingran's hand, and it became wrinkled, Xiangzhu and Qingyu glanced at each other, and there was uneasiness in their eyes, this kind of Jiang Lingran was too abnormal.

But before they could ask, Jiang Lingran put down the yellow calendar book, got up with his clothes, and walked out.

February has already established spring, but there is no spring, the cold air under the corridor invades the body, the snow on the ridge is still thick, and the sun is dazzling, Jiang Lingran squinted, feeling the cold wind biting and cutting the skin on her face, but she is comfortable like a winter grass sprout curled up in the dark ground from the soil, stretching in the wind.

The two people in the room were confused by Jiang Lingran's abnormal behavior, and after a while, Qingyu bumped Xiang Zhu's arm and said, "Sister, don't you think Madame is a little strange today." ”

Xiang Zhu didn't say anything, frowned and followed, just saw Jiang Lingran standing under the porch, looking in the direction of the ginkgo tree, with a shallow and almost imperceptible sneer on his lips, his eyes were calm with a hint of sharpness and aggression, which made people's hearts tight.

Jiang Lingran noticed Jue Xiangzhu's gaze, looked at her sideways, and smiled: "Look at what?" Don't know your girl? He scratched her chin mischievously.

Xiang Zhu was helpless about Jiang Lingran's actions, but because of her laughter, she dispelled the tension in her heart, and couldn't help complaining: "It's not that you are weird, why do you sleep like a different person." ”

Jiang Lingran remembered the scene in her previous life when she watched the two little girls leave through the window, and her heart felt sour.

In the hearts of the two of them, she will always come first, they worry about what she worries about, and they like what she likes.

A mist rose in his eyes, Jiang Lingran didn't want to be noticed by Xiang Zhu, he turned his eyes away with a smile, looked at the blue sky from afar, took a deep breath, and waited until his chest was filled with the cold smell of ice and snow, and then he slowly exhaled and muttered in relief: "Wake up from a nightmare, I am no longer me." ”

Therefore, she will never follow in the footsteps of the past!

Xiang Zhu didn't hear the truth, and wondered: "What did Madam say?" ”

Jiang Lingran grinned and said, "I said, it's cold." As he spoke, he took the bamboo into the house.

Qingyu had already smoothed and put away the yellow calendar book, and when she saw them come back, she hurriedly poured a cup of hot tea.

Jiang Lingran sat on the kang near the window, took the celadon bamboo pattern cup handed by Qingyu, she looked at it, and remembered the cup she gave to Meng Zhipei in her previous life.

Lowering her eyes to cover the coldness in her eyes, she said, "Master Hou is in the Poetry Academy now, right?" ”

Xiang Zhu nodded, a little distressed: "Madame, is she going to deliver snacks again?" As he spoke, he unfolded the white fox fur blanket that was folded on the side and covered Jiang Lingran's legs, and said: "You are cold, don't go in person, anyway, you can't enter the poetry courtyard, and if you go, you will also hand over the dim sum to Wang Lu of the concierge, why don't you send someone to deliver it?" The tone was half coaxing and half persuasive.

Jiang Lingran remembered the stupid things he had done in his previous life, and his smile was cool for a while. Said: "Give me pen, ink, paper, and inkstone." ”

Qingyu hurriedly went to prepare.

Jiang Lingran handed the teacup to Xiang Zhu and said, "I need fire paint." ”

Xiang Zhu blinked in surprise, why do you still need fire paint? Isn't it a flower note written to Hou Ye? I was suspicious, but I immediately went to prepare.

As soon as Qingyu put the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the small table, she heard Jiang Lingran say: "The dagger that my brother gave me, you go and get it." ”

Qingyu was even more surprised when she heard this than Xiang Zhu when she heard the fire paint, and said in amazement: "Madam is talking about the dagger that the general left for you to defend yourself on the day of returning to the door?" ”

Because Meng Zhipei likes women who are weak and willowy, he is very disgusted with women's dancing knives and guns, and Jiang Lingran is a girl from the General's Mansion, although she can't say that she is proficient in eighteen kinds of martial arts, but she also dabbles in some fur, especially the riding and shooting on horseback, which is the most heroic.

After getting married, Jiang Lingran never touched a sword, bow and gun in order to please her husband, and even the self-defense dagger given by the general became the thing at the bottom of the box, why did she think of it again today?

Jiang Lingran nodded.

Qingyu was surprised and puzzled to take it.

Jiang Lingye laid out the paper, pinched the pen and dipped the ink, wrote it freely, and put the origami paper into the envelope before Xiangzhu came back.

burned the fire paint, sealed it and handed it to Xiang Zhu: "You go to the front yard in person, and quietly hand over the letter to Uncle Wen, so as not to be seen by others." ”

Uncle Wen is her housekeeper in the outer courtyard.

In the early years, Uncle Wen was a deputy general in the army, serving under her father, and was rewarded for hurting his leg in the battlefield and returned home, but he was alone and had nowhere to go.

Later, the parents left one after another, and the grandmother and the eldest uncle merged the second room of the Jiang family into the big house on the grounds that their brothers and sisters were young and had no one to take care of them.

After her brother sent her to get married, he was afraid that she would be bullied in her husband's house, and he was also worried that she would not be able to control the companion room selected by her aunt, so he invited Uncle Wen to be her chief steward of the outer courtyard.

In her previous life, the person who brought her the news of her brother's death and the cause of death was Uncle Wen.

Now that she is back, if she wants to get out of this rotten swamp, only Uncle Wen and Xiangzhu Qingyu can be trusted, and only these three people can help her succeed.

Xiang Zhu felt inexplicably uneasy in his heart. Jiang Lingran wrote a letter to her and Qingyu before and after, and sealed the envelope with fire paint, obviously not wanting them to know the content of the letter.

But everything about Jiang Lingran was not hidden from her and Qingyu, and at this moment, Uncle Wen could read this letter with fire paint, but they couldn't see it.

Or did they do something wrong, and Jiang Lingran didn't trust them anymore? Thinking of this, Xiang Zhu looked terrified.

Jiang Lingran knew how well she knew Xiang Zhu, and when she saw her eyes flashing, she already understood her thoughts.

She didn't tell Xiang Zhu Qingyu because the two of them would definitely be frightened by her sudden decision, and felt that she was unconscious, and it was inevitable to block and persuade her; But Uncle Wen is different, he sees people in detail, and he often walks outside, so he must know what they don't know in the inner house.

And in his previous life, Uncle Wen knew the truth about Meng Zhipei's visit to the poetry academy very early, and at first he was afraid of her infatuation, but then because she was pregnant, he didn't dare to tell it. By the time she knew, she had already lost the opportunity.

"You and Qingyu have been by my side since childhood, and they are my confidants. I have a big deal to finish and I need your help with me. She looked at Xiang Zhu, her tone was gentle, but her words were cautious.

Seeing Jiang Lingran's resolute coldness in her black pupils, the uneasiness in Xiang Zhu's heart became even heavier, she stepped forward and knelt on the pedal, held Jiang Lingran's hand, and said in a low voice: "Girl, what are you going to do?" "It's just a pause, how can it be like a different person?

Jiang Lingran clenched Xiang Zhu's hand and said, "I want us all to live!" ”

Who can kill them? What is Jiang Lingran talking about? What are you afraid of? Xiang Zhu felt inexplicable.

Jiang Lingran understood how abrupt this sentence was, and seeing that Xiang Zhu was puzzled, she said again: "Help me." ”

Jiang Lingran's words Xiang Zhu would never disobey, let alone say the word "help me" in this tone of prayer and fear, Xiang Zhu responded without thinking about it, put away the letter closely, and retreated with his head bowed.