The cold wind blew in through the half-covered window, blowing the things on the bookcase into the air, waving in the air with teeth and claws.

Jiang Huan took the pen and looked down at the man who was practicing calligraphy, his eyebrows and eyes were very good, if he faded away from the cold and alienation, he could make people see the delicacy of his eyebrows, which was the kind of delicacy carved by one stroke.

In fact, from the moment she saw the medicinal diet, to the long corridor behind, she had already thought about it in her heart.

The Lin family is vicious, if you want to seek skin with the tiger, it is not impossible, but it is too dangerous, and the instinct they share to seek advantage and avoid harm, she will not regard the Lin family as her only life-saving straw.

Having made up her mind, Jiang Huan raised the pen again: "The medicinal diet is indeed poisonous. ”

Ji glanced at it in a hurry, but in an instant, he put the pen down again, and he didn't go around the bend with her, but asked bluntly, "What do you want?" ”

"Live." When Jiang Huan wrote these three words, she used enough strength, almost all of them penetrated the back of the paper.

This is not because she coaxed him, but because she had such a real hope to live.

And then revenge.

"It's as simple as that?" Ji Yixian didn't believe it, stood up with his hands on the table, and looked condescendingly at this girl who was not as tall as her, and there seemed to be a streamer in her eyes, which reminded people of the grassland outside the plug, where the sky was as clear and clear as his eyes at the moment.

Jiang Huan pursed her lips expressionlessly: "Yes, I want to live." ”

"But do you know, I don't have a status in the mansion at all, and it is even more difficult to save a person's life, if you can find the blessing of the Lin family, it will be better than following me, a waste person." Ji Yixian laughed lightly, leaned over, and leaned on the windowsill.

Sunset tilted from the horizon, enveloping him entirely.

Looking at him like this, Jiang Huan's heart rose eight words for no reason, with a special demeanor and a bright turn.

If so, too.

Jiang Huan raised the pen again: "You are my husband, if you die, I can't live alone." ”

"You're going to be martyred with me?" Ji Yi smiled envy and erased the paper she had just finished.

"It's not martyrdom, it's that the Lin family won't let me live alone." Jiang Huan's face did not change and ripped a piece of paper again.

Ji Yixian looked at the handwriting on the paper, and bowed his head: "Also, people don't destroy the heavens and the earth for themselves, what else do I have to ask for, don't worry, you won't die." ”

"Neither will I." This sentence is not Ji Yixian's death to anyone.

His voice was soft, almost obliterated by the sound of the wind pouring in.

Jiang Huan's hand holding the pen was loosened, and after washing it in the water again, she hung it on the pen holder, and then looked at Ji Yi with envy.

"In the future, you can cover up this for me, go back."

When Jiang Huan stepped into the house, her whole body was relaxed.

Qin'er didn't know when she woke up, and was kneeling in front of Luohan's bed, and when she saw her, her whole body trembled and trembled, and the cold feeling that Jiang Huan reached out and pinched her neck just now is still there.

She can't forget it.

"The princess." Qin'er knocked her head down, and her head was on the cold ground, a little painful.

Jiang Huan kicked her with her toes, then hooked her jaw and raised her eyebrows coldly.

Suddenly, Qin'er knelt down and took a few steps back desperately: "Ask the princess to spare Qin'er's life, from now on, Qin'er's life is the princess's, and Qin'er will never say anything about today's events." ”

"Please also ask the princess to forgive Qin'er this time." The sound began to tremble.

In fact, before, when she was assigned to take care of the living life of the princess, she was secretly glad that after all, this kind of girl from a small family is the best to control, and she will not easily criticize her subordinates, who knows that she miscalculated.

Jiang Huan leaned over and pulled the person up, and then pointed to the tea cup on the small table.

Qin'er trembled and reached out to take it, and found that the teapot was light and fluttering, and there was nothing in it, so she suddenly understood, and hurriedly blessed herself: "The slave is going to run the pot of tea." ”

After speaking, he raised his head a little uneasily, and after seeing that Jiang Huan did not have any displeasure, he ran out with a teapot and a cigarette.

As soon as she left, the huge room was empty again, and it was as silent as ever.

Only her silhouette loomed over the lattice.