Six, one meeting

Just as she was in her trance, suddenly a figure jumped out of the bushes next to her, and said viciously, "Quickly leave me all the money and horses on your body." ā€

Jian Huaizhen looked fixedly, the man in front of him was in his thirties, thin, his beard was messily wrapped around his face, he was very embarrassed and depressed, and the knife in his hand was also open, it seemed that if it wasn't a single woman, this thief would not dare to jump out.

Jian Huaizhen frowned, but there were some doubts in her heart, she was dressed very ordinary, and she didn't look like the daughter of a rich family, so she didn't expect to be coveted by thieves. She said coldly: "At the foot of this sky, you dare to do this robbery, what a boldness." ā€

The thief listened to her tone, not like an ordinary woman, he didn't dare to step forward for a while, and shouted: "What about the court, if it weren't for this thief court, where would I get to this point, and the government wouldn't be afraid to catch me." He spoke like this, as if he had something inside, and listening to his accent, he was not a native of the capital.

"I see that you have sound limbs, you must be lazy to do such a thing, but it is ridiculous to say that the court is not." Jian Huaizhen said sarcastically.

"What do you know, I was originally a farmer in Fengyang Mansion, there was a famine, and my parents died, so I wanted to come to the capital to find a way out. Others said that the capital was at the foot of the Son of Heaven, and I couldn't starve to death, so I took my mother-in-law and the three children at home to go together. But when we arrived in the capital, we were afraid that we displaced people would enter the city to cause chaos or bring plague. Other people coaxed, the officers and soldiers shot arrows, my wife and children died, and I was the only one left. ā€

Speaking of the past, there was a faint tear in the thief's eyes.

"Famine was a few years ago, is it still like this?" Jian Huaizhen still had some sympathy in his heart.

Later, the government opened a porridge shack and sent people to take care of it, and when the famine passed, they were forcibly sent back to their hometowns. It is said that an official surnamed Yu said it to the emperor. It's just that all the people in my family are dead, so even if I go back, what's the point? At this point he said this, his stomach growled, obviously hungry.

Jian Huaizhen gave him the dry food that accompanied him, and the man nibbled on the beef patty, gobbling it up, and he hadn't eaten a full meal for a long time. The fierce light on the thief's face was gone, and it was obvious that after he was full, he did not have the ferocious spirit to continue the robbery.

"If I were you, I would go back to my hometown and live a new life."

The thief was stunned, and suddenly burst into tears: "It's just that I'm afraid that I won't go back yet, and I'll starve to death on the road." ā€

Jian Huaizhen thought for a while, took out a few ingots of silver, and sent them over: "You take these silver, go back to your hometown early, don't do robbery again." ā€

The thief turned out to be silver, his eyes flashed with brilliance, and he was obsessed, and the weight of these ingots of silver was not clear. Jian Huaizhen led the horse and was about to continue walking, but heard the thief say, "Slow! There was a sinister smile on his ugly face.

"I didn't expect you to be a rich man, it seems that you must have a lot of silver on your body, hurry up and take it out, and your horse, I want it too."

Jian Huaizhen Yurong Wubo: "If I don't want to, so what? ā€

"Just don't do it and kill you, this, lest you go to the police."

Jian Huaizhen already had an extra plum blossom needle in his hand, and looked at this thief coldly, with some pity in his heart, but more disgust. At this time, I suddenly heard a woman's voice: "Hugh is presumptuous!" ā€

A snow-bright sword tip emerged from the thief's chest, and then retracted, and after the thief's body fell, he happened to see Shangguan Mingfeng holding a bloody sword. Shangguan Mingfeng wiped the sword on the corpse, and then put the sword back into the sheath. Nangong Jiuzhong also stood aside, watching Shangguan Mingfeng take his life with a sword, and his eyes were slightly surprised.

Shangguan Mingfeng said coldly: "Dare to offend Miss, it's really a dead end." ā€

Jian Huaizhen suddenly spoke: "Although this person's character is despicable, it seems that there is no need to kill him. ā€

After not seeing her all these years, she felt that Shangguan Mingfeng had changed a lot, probably always in the upper position, and there was no master above her head, and there was a slight imperiousness in her eyes. Hearing Jian Huaizhen say this, Shangguan Mingfeng was stunned at first, and then admitted his mistake: "Miss, what you said is very true, but I didn't handle it properly. ā€

There was a strange glint in her eyes. With such a low voice, Shangguan Mingfeng was not very used to it.

Nangong Jiuzhong had tears in his eyes and said, "Miss, we haven't seen each other for many years, it's, it's, it's—"

"What about Qingqing? How is she? ā€

Shangguan Mingfeng suddenly screamed: "Since Miss has come to the capital, we will send the white girl to Huaiming Garden." ā€

Jian Huaizhen was full of worries, thinking about Bai Qingqing, that Huaiming Garden was where Jiang Shaoheng lived in seclusion, and she had never been there.

Before approaching Huaiming Garden, Jian Huaizhen first heard the jingling bells, echoing in the wind, even pleasant. Along with the bell, there is still the rustling sound of bamboo. Stepping into Huaiming Garden, I saw a pool of turquoise living water, and I don't know where to attract it, a few pink and white flowers bloomed on the branches, the petals fell in the pond water, and a few mandarin ducks played in the water, swimming around.

In the half-hidden bamboo, there are several exquisite houses, and a chessboard is placed on the table made of tables. The chess pieces were made of jade, black and white, and the flowers kept falling, almost covering all the chess pieces.

A familiar figure in front of the house, the man was dressed in a pale blue shirt, with long sleeves and a long hem, and his demeanor was very dashing, and his hair was gray, but it was neatly combed, and tied with a hairpin. A gust of wind blew and gently brushed Jiang Shaoheng's cheeks.

When the two met, Jian Huaizhen's heart was blank, and when he saw Jiang Shaoheng raise his head in surprise, he said in a gentle voice, "You're here?" ā€

A chess piece in his finger snapped and landed on the board. He had been thinking about this game of chess for a long time, and Hua'er covered up all the chess pieces, and he didn't notice it at all. Accidentally, his sleeve swept across the chessboard, and the chess pieces spilled out. Chess pieces and petals were scattered all over the ground.

"When did you come?"

"I just came."

Jian Huaizhen tried hard to suppress the beating of her heart, she was calm and calm in front of Fang Xiao, even if there had been entanglements and unforgettable hearts, but when she saw her again, she behaved calmly. It's just that when he saw Jiang Shaoheng, he didn't seem to be able to be so calm.

Lan Jing looked at Jiang Shaoheng's gaffe, and suddenly felt sour in his heart, that gentle, like a beautiful jade-like Jiang Shaoheng, always revealed a detached and quiet aura on his body, and there seemed to be a circle around him, which no one else could infiltrate.

But when Jian Huaizhen came back, Jiang Shaoheng suddenly became different, he would look blankly into the distance, not as quiet and calm as before, and he messed up the chess pieces just now. Lan Jing couldn't help biting her lip, picked up the chess pieces, and put them on the chessboard. She decided to start hating Jian Huaizhen, she wanted Jian Huaizhen to suffer a little, and was ready to tease Jian Huaizhen for a while.

Jian Huaizhen didn't notice Lan Jing's thoughts, she saw Jiang Shaoheng, and for a moment felt as if time had been turned back, her former relatives had returned to her, and suddenly her heart was full of stability, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned.

The two men walked in the courtyard, whispering. Nangong Jiu looked at it in his eyes and couldn't help but sigh: "Seeing that Miss Jiang met Jiang Gongzi again, it was embarrassing. ā€

Shangguan Mingfeng didn't think so, she and Nangong Jiuzhong had not married for so many years. There is only Jian Huaizhen in Nangong Jiuzhong's heart, and Jian Huaizhen's smile, joy, anger and sorrow, are all hung in the heart of this former and present servant. Her entire soul was originally dedicated to Jian Huaizhen.

It's just that Shangguan Mingfeng is different from Nangong Jiuzhong, she no longer regards herself as a little maid in Shangshu Mansion, but the leader of the mysterious "Candle Shadow Shake Red" organization. Jian Huaizhen used to be the person she admired the most, her young lady was unparalleled in scheming, not only had a peerless appearance, but also Zhuge in the pink powder. It's just that she didn't expect that Jian Huaizhen would give up everything and go to Jiangnan to retreat.

With a thin face, over the years, Jian Huaizhen's love road has always been bumpy. Shangguan Mingfeng admired her, admired her, and even imitated her, but when Jian Huaizhen lived in seclusion in Jiangnan, Shangguan Mingfeng couldn't help but be disappointed in his heart. Why is a woman as dusty as Jian Huaizhen willing to be bland?

Could it be that if it's a daughter, can't you do something vigorous? When Jian Huaizhen lived in seclusion in Jiangnan and became an ordinary woman, those hands would actually go to housework, and the mysterious brilliance on her body suddenly disappeared. It's like a piece of jade, but it's willing to sink in the sludge.

Jian Huaizhen was whispering to Jiang Shaoheng: "This time, I am the one who has affected you." She looked at the courtyard arranged by Jiang Shaoheng, and it must have taken a lot of effort to decorate it.

"In this way, it is also outside." Jiang Shaoheng's voice was gentle and soft, his eyes looked at this quiet courtyard, and he suddenly felt that the scenery here had never been so perfect. After many years, the figure he was looking forward to finally stepped into it. The small bridge and flowing water can be stepped on by this pair of slender feet. The plain hem of the clothes brushed the falling flowers.