Chapter Thirty-Eight: Cut Off His Thoughts

Jiang Yu didn't let Gan Peilin enter the temple to return any wishes, but insisted on sending her home.

His people were also stained with blood, and Gan Peilin could smell the fishy smell in the air.

"Miss, look at ......" Shiso saw the chestnut horse at a glance. It's the Grand Governor. ”

The light veil covered her face, but it couldn't cover Ao Li's sight at all. Following the direction pointed by Zisu, she saw a pale blue figure on Jiang Yu's warhorse. "Gan Peilin!"

"Miss, the Metropolitan Governor obviously belongs to you, how can he ride the same horse with others?" Shiso gritted his teeth.

"I can't stand it, this fox will play tricks." Ao Li was so angry that he trembled: "Go tell my father, I want the Taiwei Mansion to put pressure." Also, help me send a letter to the second lady of the Gan family and ask her to meet. ”

As he spoke, Jiang Yu had disappeared in front of him.

The horse stopped outside the gate of Ganfu.

The butler came up closely, with a smile on his face: "Grand Governor, eldest lady." ”

Gan Peilin wanted to get off the horse with his men.

Jiang Yu landed first, holding her waist with both hands and hugging her down.

"What do you like?" Jiang Yucun asked.

"What?" Gan Peilin was puzzled and looked at him.

"Don't like the apricot hairpin I sent?" Jiang Yu was dissatisfied that she didn't wear it on her sideburns.

"Isn't it common for my daughter to have a lot of ornaments?" Gan Peilin didn't have the heart to deal with him, so he just said casually: "Wearing light blue clothes today, it is natural to have a hairpin with a little jade to complement each other." ”

Jiang Yu didn't say anything more, and then stepped on the horse.

"The governor might as well go into the house and drink a cup of tea." The butler smiled diligently: "The minions have already been prepared." ”

"Send your eldest lady back to the Star Tower." Jiang Yu casually threw a gold ingot.

The housekeeper grabbed it: "Yo, thank you for the reward." ”

The flushing faded, and Gan Peilin's face turned slightly pale. The bright eyes were also covered with a layer of tiredness. Jiang Yu thought that she was not used to such bloody scenes, so she raised her whip and led the people away.

Gan Peilin walked into the threshold with his skirt in his hand, and walked back to the Star Picking Tower with all his strength.

"Miss, you can come back, the slave has been worried." Crispy Xin hurriedly said: "The carriage that the slave and maid were riding was stopped by the Metropolitan Governor in the middle of the road, and we were ordered to set up another carriage to pick it up." But when it passed, you had already gone to the National Temple...... Nothing happened, right? ”

"It doesn't matter." Gan Peilin hadn't recovered yet, and only barely smiled after taking a sip of hot tea. "Where's Chen Rui?"

"Chen Rui happened to have something to tell him, and the slave called him."

Gan Peilin nodded, she couldn't wait any longer. It was necessary to immediately select a suitable husband from the imperial city, which completely broke Jiang Yu's thoughts.

"Miss, this is a suitable candidate selected by the minions, take a look." Chen Rui presented a booklet.

The crispy core was handed to Gan Peilin's hand. Gan Peilin quickly took it.

"Also, the house that the eldest lady asked the servants to check. Someone saw Captain Jiang coming in and out. Chen Rui paused for a moment before continuing: "The slave once tentatively wanted to find out who lived inside. But it's a pity that the house is loose on the outside and tight on the inside, and it is airtight......"

"You don't have to startle the snake." Gan Peilin is the person who knows Jiang Taiwei. Let's not talk about the weird temper, but it's also very romantic. Not to mention that Jiang Mansion has many pets, there is no fireworks in this imperial city that he has not been to. But if you fancy it, you can't enter the house, so you will be resettled outside the house, and you should just buy more houses.

But what can Mrs. Jiang's people have to do with Mo Chuxue?

Gan Peilin's eyes swept over the booklet that Chen Rui carefully marked one by one, from age to family background, and even what preferences he had were marked very clearly. "Just him."

She pointed at a name: "I need more details, no matter how big or small, as soon as possible." ”