Le Fei didn't know that Jiang Sleeve Zhu didn't do anything wrong, but how could the life of one person be compared to the life of eighteen people.

Jiang Sleeve Zhu looked at Le Fei quietly for a long time, didn't say anything, and turned around and entered the room.

The next morning, when Lefei delivered food to Jiang Sleeve Zhu, he reminded in a low voice, "Three days later, at the entrance of the vegetable market, the masters of Nian Ci'an will be beheaded in public." ”

Jiang Sleeve beads knocked her eyelids lightly, "I know." ”

In the blink of an eye, the time was on the third day.

At that moment, Jiang Sleeve Zhu heard the sound of the door opening next door, and then a figure appeared in front of her door, it was Le Fei, she didn't knock on the door, just hesitated at the door.

Jiang Sleeve Zhu looked at the door with complicated eyes, she still didn't knock on the door after all, and stood for a while before turning to leave.

Jiang Sleeve Zhu lowered his head and sighed, got up and walked out.

By the time she arrived at the entrance of the vegetable market, it was only a moment before noon.

On the high platform, eighteen nuns knelt on the ground, and beside each of them stood an executioner, the big sword in his hand was cold.

On the stage, Han Zai had a calm face and his eyes wandered around the stage.

Suddenly, as if he was guided by something, he looked in the direction of Jiang Sleeve Zhu, the two looked at each other, he immediately ordered Qin Zhe, and then ordered Xingping County, "Don't be punished today, and discuss it another day." ”

Gu Xian Ling frowned, not understanding what Han Zai meant, but his eyes touched the eighteen female nuns on the torture table, and immediately agreed.

In the crowd, Qin Zhen walked to Jiang Zhizhu's side and whispered, "Please come with me." ”

Jiang Sleeve Zhu withdrew his gaze from Le Fei in the front row, nodded, and left with Qin Zhe.

Qin Zhen took her directly to an elegant and chic mansion.

Jiang Sleeve Zhu waited for a long time before Han Jae appeared.

The two looked at each other, Jiang Sleeve beads lowered his eyes, and asked softly, "Isn't it good to pretend to be confused?" ”

Han Jae pursed his lips vigorously and walked towards her, and after stopping in front of her, without warning, he held the back of her head and pressed her lips hard.

Jiang Sleeve Zhu only felt a pain in her lips, and the next moment, Han Zai left her lips, looked into her eyes and said, "Half a year ago, I said that I wanted to marry you, and now I still count." ”

"But our identity ......"

Han Zai smiled slightly, "As long as you want, I'll take care of the rest." ”

In the face of Han Zai's sudden confession, Jiang Sleeve Zhu was only surprised, not happy, she stared at him for a long time, her heart was full of resistance, but she couldn't say it.

"If you don't speak, the king will let you agree." Han Jae said and lowered his head to kiss her again.

Only then could he feel that she was real, and that she had not been turned to ashes in the flames and her soul had returned to heaven and earth.

The day after Jiang Sleeve Zhu returned to Han Jae's side, he asked people to release the nun of Nian Ci'an.

When leaving Xingping, Jiang Sleeve Zhu lifted the curtain and saw Le Fei hidden in the crowd, the two looked at each other, and Le Fei's eyes were full of apologies.

Jiang Sleeve Zhu retracted his gaze and lowered the curtain.

Seeing Jiang Sleeve Zhu's displeasure, Han Zai stretched out his hand to take her into his arms, bowed his head and asked, "Unhappy?" ”

Jiang Sleeve Zhu shook his head and closed his eyes a little tiredly.

Han Jae didn't say anything more, just hugged her tighter.

After returning to Beijing, Han Zai arranged Jiang Sleeve Zhu into the regent palace, and then entered the palace.

By the time Jiang Sleeve Zhu saw him again, it was already three days later.

Han Zai stopped Jiang Sleeve Zhu, who was about to get up, lay down beside her, hugged her and said, "The queen of Daqing has died in the anger of Nianci'an, and you will be the youngest daughter of the Xingping Yu family in the future, Yu Qi." A year later, after the national mourning, the king officially married you. ”

Jiang Sleeve's eyelids trembled slightly, she has thought a lot about it these days, maybe it is also a good choice to follow Han Jae.

Thinking like this, she let out a soft "um", paused and asked, "Is my coffin going to be buried in Dongling?" ”

"It's not necessary, this king asked Jiang Huai to find an excuse to stop his spirit in Baohua Hall for three years, and then choose a day to be buried."

Early the next morning, Han Zai got up and wanted to enter the palace again.

Jiang Sleeve Zhu tugged at the sleeve of his bedclothes, looked at him and said, "Can I go to your study to find some books to read?" It's stuffy to stay in the room all day. ”

Han Zai said "um", "This king will explain." ”

"Thank you."

Han Zai sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at Jiang Sleeve Bead levelly, "You are already the fiancée of this king, so you don't need to thank you for such a trivial matter." ”

Jiang Sleeve Zhu pursed his lips and lowered his eyes, "I know." ”

In the next few days, Jiang Sleeve Zhu will go to Han Zai's study to find some books to read.

On this day, she saw a book called "The Story of Flowers" and reached out to take it down, but she couldn't pull it.

Is there anything strange about this book? Thinking like this, she pushed back hard, and the next moment, she heard a very soft voice.

Jiang Sleeve Zhu looked behind him, and what caught his eye was a half-foot square dark compartment with a box inside.

Curiosity prompted her to step forward and open the box, which contained some paperwork and a withered poppy.

And those instruments ......

Jiang Sleeve Zhu looked over page by page, and his fingers trembled slightly.

It turned out that Han Zai insisted on going to southern Xinjiang to lead the troops because of this, and even he hated the emperor because of this.

When Han Jae came back from the palace, he saw that the lights in the main room were off and the lights in the study were on, so he went to the study.

He pushed the door open with all his might, and before the smile on his lips could be raised, he saw the nightmarish box on the table, and the withered poppy.

"You know everything?" After closing the door, Han Jae walked towards Jiang Sleeve Bead step by step, stared at her and asked in a deep voice.

Jiang Sleeve Zhu let out a soft "um".

Han Jae slowly walked behind her, put his hand on her shoulder, and lowered his eyes to look at her eyebrows, "What do you want to say?" ”

"You let me go, I shouldn't have seen these things."

Jiang Sleeve Zhu fell, only to feel that Han Jae's hand holding her shoulder suddenly tightened, as if it was about to crush her bones.

It wasn't until Jiang Sleeve Zhu's aching forehead was sweating, and with a snort, Han Jae took away the strength in his hand.

"Why do you think this king will believe you? There are only two kinds of people who can make this king believe, one is the dead and the other is the king's relatives. ”

The implication is that if she wants to live, she can only be his wife.

After the fire in Heungpyeong, Kang Sleeve Joo became more and more sure of Han Jae's feelings for him.

She raised her chin slightly and looked at him fixedly, "Then you can kill me." ”

Han Jae pursed his lips, and the hand holding her shoulder slowly moved, pinching her neck, tightening it little by little.

From beginning to end, Jiang Sleeve Zhu didn't say a word.

On the contrary, it was Han Zai, seeing that her face was red because of suffocation, she suddenly let go of her hand, gasped and asked, "You don't want to marry me so much?" ”

Jiang Sleeve beads knocked her eyelids lightly, "Then why do you have to marry me?" ”