The leaves are scattered, the banners are chaotic, and the sky is infinitely bright. The long staircase leads from the second floor to the street.

The black-shirted young man standing on the steps retracted his smiling gaze, looked at the road under his feet, and walked lazily step by step.

Except for Jiang Yu, Yuwei has never seen anyone wear black clothes so well, with straight shoulders and back, and a pair of dark eyes that are sharp and cold.

Yuwei quickly retracted her gaze, and her side eyes saw those soldiers who had been murderous and unbridled inserted their blades into the scabbard, looking around at a loss.

Jiang Wu, who had gritted his teeth, also restrained his anger and became silent.

Everyone can only see the picturesque young man, lazy and luxurious.

And she saw the monstrous power behind the young man's laughter.

The soldiers did not dare to draw their swords against Jiang Yu, and Jiang Wu, who was also a royal disciple, did not dare to clash.

It is enough to see Jiang Yu's status in Beijing.

With a smile on the corner of his lips, the young man walked up to him and stretched out his big hand to pat Jiang Wu's shoulder.

The five fingers of the flesh and bone fell on the red clothes, white and transparent, the long fingers were slightly bent, and Jiang Wu's body pressed down silently.

For a moment, Jiang Yu withdrew his hand and said with a smile: "It's just a joke, don't blame the imperial brother." ”

Jiang Wu also smiled, but no matter how he looked at it, he looked like he was smiling and not smiling, "It's okay." ”

The two of them were obviously smiling, and Yu Weisheng saw a bit of weirdness in the flow.

It's like the weirdness and discomfort of rain on a sunny day, extremely disobedient.

After only a few words, Jiang Wu left, and when he left, he seemed exceptionally silent, and under the calm lake, there were often abyss beasts hidden.

Then, the boy's eyes fell on her, and the feeling of oppression came over her, and she tried her best to resist the urge to tremble, and tried to squeeze out a gentle smile.

Jiang Yu held in her hand the lifeline of the Shen family at any time, and every word he said, she was like walking on a river of thin ice, and she was terrified every moment.

With a guillotine hanging high above her head, Yuwei was terrified, but she wanted to survive.

The girl looked happy and shy, pursed her lips and smiled, and her smile was as quiet as a weak wind blowing the lakeside.

"Cousin, I'm glad you're here, I don't even know what to do."

The boy walked over to her, and as he passed by, he spoke in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Be willful, don't know the severity, harm others and yourself."

A few words did not show the gentleness of Fang Cai, and there was a hint of disgust in his tone.

Yuwei, who was counted off by the splitting head and covering the face, flew two clumps of powder on her cheeks.

Angry and annoyed, she felt that what Jiang Yu said didn't seem to be wrong, she was indeed too impulsive.

Carrying the hem of his skirt and running like a duckling, Yuwei followed the handsome figure in front of him.

"Cousin, you wait for me."

Stepping on the stairs, he grabbed the sleeve of his shirt not far in front of him, the jet-black fabric was embroidered with dark lines, some convex textures, and the jade fingers were tightly grasped, and the fabric that was grabbed was folded in layers.

"Smack!"

The man mercilessly slapped the hand that grabbed his sleeve and didn't let go.

Yuwei let go of her hand in pain and muttered quietly.

"It hurts."

Although the voice was small, it was clearly heard by a young man with excellent ear power.

Together with the aggrieved little tone, and the indignation that dared to be angry but did not dare to speak.

“…”

It's really squeamish, is he straining? Compared with Fang Cai's strength against Jiang Wu's envoy, the force of hitting her hand was not even one percent.

Walking to the second floor, Yuwei saw a man, dressed in the red clothes of a civil official, with a round collar under his slender and white neck, and his bony five fingers pressing wide sleeves to support the windowsill, turning his head and looking at them with a smile.

At first glance, it was Jiang Yu's bureaucracy, and his posture must have been watching the excitement.

Qi Yan nodded slightly at Yu as a salute and sat back in his original position.

The daughter of the Shen family is gentle and polite, bows her head and blesses her body, she can't find a trace of fault from head to toe, and she is a famous lady.

Seeing the Fifth Highness sitting down by himself, not caring at all about Yuwei who was still standing beside him, Qi Yan felt compassion.

smiled gently, pointed to the seat between the two, and said, "Fang just said so much, I must be thirsty, sit down and have a cup of tea." ”

Against the sharp sight in front of him, he poured a cup of tea and served it to Yuwei.

The three of them sat opposite each other in a triangle, and Jiang Yu's lazy gaze fell on Yuwei's hand with tea.

The white porcelain teacup is flawless, the whole body is oily and transparent, but the hand serving the tea is whiter than porcelain.

The white jade is also flawless, but there is an eye-catching trace, the injury is not serious, and it looks extraordinarily scarlet compared to the intact complexion.

The hot tea was steaming, the girl's eyebrows were lowered, he sat beside her, and he could only see her eyelashes curled into a thick line, and his half-closed eyes looked a little cold, and he frowned without a trace.

The atmosphere was a little cold, Yuwei held the tea and listened to the two of them talk about Xie Xiang.

"Is that picture of a kingfisher in your collection still there?"

"Yes." Jiang Yu replied.

"You're not interested in painting, this kingfisher picture, it's useless for you to keep it, how about I exchange your favorite military book with you?"

"What? Want to take my collection and give it as a gift? Jiang Yu raised his eyebrows and leaned back lazily.

"Exactly, my teacher's birthday is approaching, and I plan to send the kingfisher picture to the teacher, the teacher has always liked to collect famous paintings, and I beg His Highness to help me with this."

changed the abnormality, Jiang Yu, who was not good at talking, actually agreed.

"Take it away, you don't need a war book to change it, it's just a broken painting."

Qi Yan knew that he agreed, and smiled and agreed.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Not many people know that Xie Xiang had saved Jiang Yu.

Xie Zhishu's birthday? The two of them didn't notice the shimmering light in Yuwei's eyes.

Call him a teacher, then he is his student, I heard that Xie Zhishu has only accepted one student, it seems to be called... Qi Yan was the first place in the township examination, the meeting examination, and the palace examination in the imperial examination last year, and the champion of the Sanyuan Qi Middle School.

This person turned out to be Jiang Yu's staff, that... Whether Xie Zhishu supports Jiang Yu's ascension, she is a little puzzled, and she desperately wants to know whether it is or not.

If Jiang Yu wins the throne, then the Shen family... Yuwei didn't dare to think about it.

At that time, it would be useless for her to find any backers, and under the absolute imperial power, no one could protect the Shen family.

Jiang Yu must not be allowed to take the position!

Since returning home that day, Shen Yuwei's appetite has not been very good, and after a few mouthfuls of rice, he stopped eating, and sat on the edge of the pool, looking at the sparkling water and green leaves and lotus in contemplation.

What should I do to protect the Shen family and get back the letters in Jiang Yu's hands that are enough to make her whole family behead.

It's like a dead end, no matter which step you take, it's a mistake.

Jiang Yu's power is far beyond her expectations, if the prime minister is his person, then what is the use of her marrying the prime minister, the king is the king, the minister is the minister, the gap between the two is completely different.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck.

If... Jiang Yuxin belongs to her? Will you let go of revenge and let go of the Shen family?