Great Yongguo.

On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival in the twelfth year of Tianhe, the capital was pouring heavy rain, and there was no way to admire the moon, which once became a regret in the mouth of the literati.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the drizzle lingered, dripping for dozens of days, until the day of the cold dew, the sky that had been laid out for many days was replaced by light wind and thin clouds, the sun showed its face, but the sunlight was very shy, not enough to take away the humidity in the air, and the cold of late autumn.

A courtyard in the back house of the Pingsu Marquis Mansion is particularly depressed and lonely, the courtyard door is closed, and there is hardly any sound.

Jiang Lingran stood under the porch and looked at a yellowed ginkgo leaf hanging high on the branch.

The maid Xiangzhu came over and persuaded in a low voice: "Madam, go back, you are still sick and can't stand the wind." As he spoke, he put a cloak embroidered with magnolia flowers on her shoulder.

Jiang Lingran lowered his eyes, looked at her sideways, a smile on the corner of his pale lips, and his voice was soft: "Hou Ye has replied?" ”

Xiang Zhu nodded.

Jiang Lingran also nodded, and the curvature of his lips deepened.

Seeing Jiang Lingran so indifferent and fearless, Xiang Zhu couldn't help but mourn for a while, his eyes turned red, and he couldn't hold back his tears.

The maid Qingyu came back with a black lacquer carved four-layer food box, and when she saw Jiang Lingran under the corridor, she bowed her head and said, "Madam, it's all ready." ”

Jiang Lingran pursed his lips and smiled, and said softly: "Now that you're ready, let's go." Going out is no better than at home, remember to be careful in everything. ”

Both of them bowed their heads and did not move a word under their feet.

Jiang Lingran sighed in his heart, and said apologetically: "The border is far away, I shouldn't have let you go, but there is no one around me who is available, so I have to work hard for you." ”

Hearing this, Qingyu felt sorrow and whimpered and cried. Xiang Zhu held back tears and said: "Madam, don't worry, we will definitely find the general's body, and it will be collected into the ground." ”

Jiang Lingran's eyes were full of relief: "You go, I'm relieved." ”

Qingyu looked at her face with tears and snot, took Jiang Lingran's hand, and sobbed: "But we're leaving, what should you do, madam?" ”

Jiang Lingran smiled helplessly: "Why is it childlike, and you still cry your nose." It seemed that she couldn't stand Qingyu's sloppy appearance, and she pulled her sleeves with disgust and wiped her face, but her voice was still soft: "After leaving the capital, forget about the things here, you two support each other to live, don't come back." ”

Xiang Zhu knew that this was probably the last time Jiang Lingran told them, and he also knew that if they said goodbye today, they might never see each other again in this life. She swallowed the choked sobs between the roars, and knelt down with a "poof" by tugging on Qingyu's arm: "Girl, the luckiest thing in our life is to follow you, the master, and in the next life, the slaves and maids will still follow you." As he spoke, he slammed his head three times.

Hearing the word "girl", Jiang Ling's eyes turned red, lest she show her cowardice in front of the two, so she hurriedly dodged into the house.

Xiang Zhu looked at Jiang Lingran's back, and finally couldn't hold back his tears, gritted his teeth and wiped his tears, pulled up the green jade, and left without looking back.

The courtyard was already deserted, and as soon as the two of them left, it was even quieter to the extreme, Jiang Lingran seemed to be able to hear the heartbeat of the tom in the chest cavity and the crisp sound of falling leaves falling to the ground in the courtyard, she set up a small red clay stove outside, the tea rolled three times, and she vaguely heard the sound of footsteps.

She picked up the celadon bamboo tea cup that was clasped in the tea tray and poured a cup of tea.

I turned my eyes and saw that the man was wearing a royal blue velvet embroidered dark pattern Fulu robe, a jade belt and a gold crown, and walked in with steady steps... Just as he walked towards her in the snow years ago, he was as tall and long, clear and elegant.

Meng Zhipei walked into the room and looked at the person sitting at the tea table with eyebrows, with a cold face, a long silk dress, a silver hairpin in his hair, and no two colors around his body, which was as plain as a mourning dress.

He was displeased, and said in a slashing voice: "Jiang Ji was greedy for military salaries, and he did not repent after receiving all the stolen goods, and he dared to quibble and insult him, and the military law sentenced him to be cut in half, so as to correct the military style." Such a disloyal and unrighteous evildoer, are you keeping filial piety for him? ”

As he spoke, he lifted his robe and sat down opposite her, glanced at the yellow and green tea soup in the teacup, and said coldly: "You must always remember that you have married into the Pingsu Marquis Mansion, and your honor and disgrace are tied to me, not your brother!" ”

Jiang Lingran lowered his eyes to cover the sharpness that leaked out of his eyes, and said lightly: "Master Hou forgot, today is Yi'er's birthday." ”

Hearing the word "Yi'er", Meng Zhipei's face instantly stiffened.

Yi'er is Jiang Lingran's child, four years ago their husband and wife quarreled, he pushed her in anger, she moved the fetal gas after wrestling, and the birth was more than two months ahead of schedule.

A child is born still.

So this birthday is actually a taboo.

It's just that Jiang Lingran deceived himself, never caring that this day is called a death taboo, but stubbornly calling it a birthday.

Where is the birthday of a dead child? It's crazy!

That is, after that incident, she had a knot in her heart for him, and she had a grudge, and then Qingyi entered the mansion and gave birth to her eldest son, she completely became a poisonous woman who could only roar and play brutal methods, which was disgusting.

Jiang Lingran asked in his eyes full of hatred: "Master Hou doesn't remember Yi'er anymore!" ”

Meng Zhipei was stunned.

He really doesn't remember!

In the past three or four years, he didn't even bother to think about her, let alone a dead child who had never met.

But in the face of her calm and emotionless face, and without questioning tone, Meng Zhipei had a rare sense of weakness, turned his eyes away in a hurry, and poured two sips of tea with him.

Jiang Lingran watched his movements, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly: "Is Master Hou coming to me alone today?" ”

Meng Zhipei snorted coldly: "The people who come to your courtyard, who else can escape except me?" Who would dare to come! ”

Jiang Lingye hooked his lips and smiled silently, as if it was the thin frost that fell silently on the leaves in this late autumn night.

She was laughing, but the eyes that seemed to be covered with March smoke and rain were dark, cold and hard like a piece of pig iron, which made people's hearts chill. Meng Zhipei wrinkled his eyebrows and stared at her for a moment, feeling inexplicably uneasy, and said, "I heard that you dismissed all the companions, why?" ”

Jiang Lingran slowly turned the tea cup in his hand, his eyes withdrew from his face and fell on the tea soup, stared for a breath, lowered his eyes and took a sip, and then raised his eyes, the coldness in his eyes had all converged, and the slightest smile slowly flowed in the black pupils, and there was a different kind of evil and weirdness in this coldness.

"Isn't Master Hou going to send me to the family temple to recuperate? My master, is gone, and it is useless to leave them in the house to eat food, so it is better to give them a holiday, so as to save some flowers in the house. ”

Meng Zhipei didn't believe that she had such kindness, and asked in a cold voice: "Are you calculating something?" Where did Xiangzhu and Qingyu go? ”

Jiang Lingran paused for a moment, looked at him for a moment and said, "I'll let them go and send some food and clothing to Yi'er." Said and smiled sarcastically: "What is Master Hou afraid of?" My only reliance has died at the border, what is there to fear? ”

Her words reminded Meng Zhipei of the days and nights when he had been intimidated by Jiang Ji over the years, and the resentment extinguished in his heart rose again, he gritted his teeth and looked at her viciously, and his gentle face suddenly became a little more fierce.

Jiang Lingran looked at every inch of his emotions into his heart, and smiled coldly: "It seems that Master Hou also wants to kill me!" ”

Also? What did she know! Meng Zhipei's eyes trembled, the palm on his knee instantly tightened, the green tendons appeared, and his back was tense like a bow full of strings, on the verge of breaking.

He was worried in his heart, but his eyes were cold, stared at her for a moment, and asked in a cold voice: "What do you mean!" "The timbre is like a tuned distorted string, tight and astringent, without the warmth of the past.

Jiang Lingran chuckled with a bit of mockery: "Isn't my brother's crime just what Hou Ye and Zheng Qingyi tried to promote?" As he spoke, he stood up on the table in his dismayed gaze and walked to the Bogu shelf.

The dead room was filled with only the sound of her gentle footsteps and the rustle of her skirt as it swept across the floor.

Jiang Lingran tiptoed slightly, took a wooden box with a thick palm and a length of feet on the upper layer of the Bogu frame, and sat back down.

At this moment, Meng Zhipei had suppressed his initial panic.

What if she knew the truth? Now she's a piece of meat on the chopping board! What to fear!

Thinking like this, Meng Zhipei's face became two more calm, and he said suspiciously: "How do you know!" "This secret can't be revealed, and there are no more than a slap in the face of people in the whole capital, and only he and Qingyi know about it in this mansion, how can Jiang Lingran, a person who can't even get out of the courtyard gate, know?