When the woman with a beautiful face saw the visitor, she smiled slightly:

"The eldest son." Looking at the object in Tong Qizhi's hand, Jiang Jingwen frowned:

"What is this?"

"Huh this?" Tong Qizhi shook the big sword on his knee and threaded the needle and thread into it:

"The little boy sent it back some time ago, the material is very expensive, but unfortunately it is damaged, I have nothing to do, so I will use it to make up for it." Jiang Jingwen's face was unhappy:

"Just leave these things to the mama who sews the clothes." Tong Qizhi carefully sewed a break, and did not raise his head:

"Same."

"It's different," Jiang Jingwen's breathing was a little heavy:

"My Jiang family is ashamed of you, how can I let you suffer again?" Tong Qizhi heard that his tone was different, and his hand stopped.

She looked up, then smiled:

"If you are ashamed, you are also ashamed of the little son, what is the truth that the eldest son is so out of shape?"

"I ......" Jiang Jingwen's face turned red, and he was speechless for a while.

"Speaking of which, I should thank the little boy." Tong Qizhi's words were full of emotion:

"When he made a fuss, I was blessed by misfortune, and I was able to escape from the sea of suffering, enter Jiangfu, and live a peaceful life over the years......" She paused:

"I also met the eldest son, I have taken care of you for many years, I really don't know if it is a blessing from several lifetimes." With that, she lowered her head and continued to sew the big one, the oil lamp flickering and her shadow swaying on the wall.

Jiang Jingwen looked at the wall and was silent for a long time before saying:

"This is what the Jiang family owes you."

"I'm leaving." Tong Qizhi's hands kept going, as if he was talking about an ordinary trivial matter.

"Leave! Leave? Jiang Jingwen was shocked.

"I don't hold a grudge against the little boy anymore, after making up this dress for him, I don't owe the Jiang family anything, it's time to leave." Tong Qizhi seemed to have a cold hand, and covered his palm with a big coat.

"Where to go?"

"The world is very big, where can't I go?" Jiang Jingwen froze in place at a loss, and it took a long time to hold back a sentence:

"You can stay." Tong Qizhi raised his head:

"Why?" Jiang Jingwen clenched his fists slightly:

"I ...... I want you to stay. He had always been a gentle and frugal man, and it was very bold for him to say this suddenly.

"Not a strong reason." Tong Qizhi shook his head with a smile, and then said:

"There's your stuff in the cabinet behind you." When he opened the cabinet, there were hundreds of taels of silver neatly placed inside, and Jiang Jingwen's body was shocked

"You have been in the heart of Qi all these years, thank you for the eldest son Gao Yi." Jiang Jingwen turned his head and suddenly became excited:

"Tong Qizhi, what do you mean?" Tong Qi's face does not change:

"It's useless, Qizhi is taken care of, I'm grateful, how dare I ask for the eldest son's things again?" Jiang Jingwen picked up the box, went out angrily, and walked all the way.

Five years ago, on Chang'an Street in Qincheng, the two met for the first time. A pair of sharp scissors pressed against her neck, stained red with blood.

The person with the sword is herself. Amid the shouts of the onlookers, he walked up to her and pointed to his heart.

"Please stab here." She was stunned, she didn't know who this young man was, why he was to bear the blame for that little bastard.

That knife didn't fall after all. He borrowed a huge debt to redeem her, and on the first night she returned to Jiangfu, she didn't sleep.

Master Jiang hung up the little bastard and beat him all night. The next day, he dragged the dying little bastard to himself:

"Brute! Apologize to Miss Tong. She learned much later that this was the biggest temper he had ever had in his life.

…… In the past five years, she has been an idler in the Jiang family.

"Miss Tong is my righteous daughter from now on, living as the master in the Jiang family, if he finds a lover one day, the Jiang Mansion will give her a gift of marrying a daughter." When the old man said this, she clearly saw that there was surprise on his face that could not be concealed.

"Master, I'm back...... Huh! Child, child? "In the first year of the Chinese New Year, the little bastard came home, and the first one bumped into her, and he hesitated for a long time, and held back a sentence:

"Sister-in-law?"

"!" He scurried out of nowhere and blasted the little bastard away. It wasn't that cold that day, but his ears were too red.

His money was pitiful compared to his official business, but at the beginning of each month, he would come home early, paced into her room, and shared some interesting stories with her, and she did not interject, but only smiled and listened, but he tied the knot as he spoke, and had to leave in a hurry.

Where he left it, he would leave a few taels of silver. She also asked why she did this, and he repeated it with one sentence:

"This is what the Jiang family owes you." She looked up and realized that there were far fewer words in his mouth than in his eyes. What a stupid mouth.

Whenever she thinks of this, she can't help but laugh. Once, he was so drunk that he stumbled into her room, his eyes red, silent and choppy.

"The eldest son." She cried softly, and he began to cry out, saying that he insisted on justice, but he was framed by the villain, and made things difficult in every way; said that he was the eldest son, but he had never been loved by his parents, and he was lonely; said that he was talented, but he had nowhere to show it, and he was busy between books and cases all day long...... She hugged him and burst into tears.

More than ten years ago, the people in the northwest changed everything, and the rich and noble girl was displaced and fell into the dust.

"Selling your art but not selling your body" has become a laughing stock among her peers, and the name of Oiran has caused countless troubles......

"Fortunately, I met the eldest prince." She smiled slightly and gently stroked his cheek:

"The eldest prince also has me." He leaned on her shoulder, already asleep.

"Why does the eldest prince treat me like this?" It's another question, knowing that the answer won't change, but she always likes to ask, there's no way.

Maybe it's because she knows that's not the real answer?

"Acacia is a no-nonsense, don't waste tears on flowers." The smell of wine spurted out of his mouth, and his drunkenness turned red on her face.

…… With thoughts surging in his mind, Jiang Jingwen walked back to the room unconsciously, and he sighed:

"Miss Tong, why can't you understand?" Tong Qizhi's shadow was cast on the window curtain, Jiang Jingwen had been gone for a long time, and she was still sitting quietly, as if she had become a sculpture.

She lowered her hand, and the big hat she was covering slipped off. She kept stabbing her fingertips with an embroidery needle, forcing herself to calm down with pain.

She whispered:

"Qizhi was born in the dust, and he didn't dare to mistake the bright future of the eldest son...... The eldest prince, the eldest prince......" she has always understood.

………… This is the chief rudder of the Three Puritans, and everyone is silent, waiting for the man in the main seat to speak.

There was an open letter in front of the Lord, and he stared at it with a frosty face. This position has been maintained for half an hour.

At last, the Lord arose:

"Zhu Yujin died, the alien warrior was rescued, Qin Miao repaired, and my plan to teach in Miao Jiang was completely frustrated." Although the people below had vaguely guessed, when they really heard it, they were still stunned.

The Lord looked around at the people:

"What do you guys think?" Everyone didn't dare to breathe, for fear of touching his moldy head. The Lord went down and looked directly at the man in front of him:

"You say." The saint who has always killed people without calculation and has countless means has changed her color tragically,

"Bang" kneeling:

"There are losses and there are wins, and a temporary setback is not enough to shake the foundation of the Holy Religion, so the Lord does not need to worry." Lord Sayings:

"Do you really think so?" The saint nodded:

"Our sect's forces are all over the world, and the loss of Miao Jiang, we will double down on Qin Yi to get it back!"

"Good." The Lord nodded, and then said:

"I'm going north."

"North?" The saint was a little surprised—she thought that the Lord was going to seek revenge on those four people. The Lord lifted his head to heaven and closed his eyes:

"The Tao is learned from the heart, and the heart is pretended. Xiangyan jade furnace, the heart of the emperor. The true spirit is looking forward to it, and the immortal is coming to Xuan. The order was told by the ministers, and it lasted for nine days......"

"Do you hear that?" The Lord smiled mysteriously:

"God told me that there is a big opportunity in Bingzhou." ………… Desolate wolf in the capital, Tianchi City. The regent Tuobhar did not come from

"Mujiang" family, so he has always scoffed at the customs and culture of the Central Plains. Oddly enough, as

The leader of the main battle faction of "swallowing the river", Tuoba Har, feasted the ministers today, and the reason was to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival. In fact, everyone knows that he just found a suitable excuse for a long-lost carnival.

Mid-Autumn Festival, you should eat moon cakes.

"Mooncakes—" The voice of the herald dragged on, and the horses in the stables could hear the excitement.

After a while, a plate of moon cakes was presented, and the ministers were stunned when they saw this. Could it be that as the mainstay of the wild wolf, these officials have not even seen moon cakes?

Of course not. They were stunned because the container containing the mooncakes was a defenseless girl.

The girls were left outside the house and froze for a long time, and their bodies were already stiff, which was similar to the real plate.

They were covered with mooncakes, which seemed to form a little cover, but when the bold people looked at it, their blood suddenly flowed - except for the place that should be covered, the rest of the place was tightly covered.

Many people felt unbearable, but Tuobhar did not care—he often boasted that he was the most desolate wolf, and the real desolate man should know that everyone except his own people should be regarded as pigs and sheep.

"Ladies and gentlemen, what does it mean that I invite you to eat moon cakes, but you don't do it?" Tuobhar asked in a loud voice.

Finally, the ministers were forced by his obscenity to carefully pick up the moon cakes and eat them, and many younger officials inadvertently bumped into them

"Plate", the face will be red, and the whole body will be tight. A bunch of cowards, not at all happy! Seeing this, Tuobhar scolded:

"It's a shame to see you bending over like dogs in heat...... Play when you want, and take care of so much to do! Bah! The mooncakes were quickly eaten, and looking at a girl on the table who looked like a peach cake, many ministers began to be hungry again.

So they began to enjoy. The sound seemed to be contagious, and it was originally only resounding in the corner, but in the blink of an eye, it spread throughout the entire royal tent.

The plates still need to be cleaned when they are used up, but the plates on the table, even the step of cleaning has been omitted, and the previous minister has just eaten enough, and the plates are rudely snatched by the rest of the people, and the two and three share a plate.

Seeing that the well-dressed ministers had been turned into beasts, Tuobhar felt a great sense of satisfaction and laughed:

"Hahaha...... Good! You're all good men of my wolf, and you're happy, that's how it should be. Looking at the wine pond in front of him, Hal suddenly remembered someone for no reason.

The captain of his own personal soldiers, Tuoba Tu. A dog with no skills and loves to bite people. There was only one merit left in him - loyalty.

So after his death, Tuobhar always misses it.

"Hmm...... My lord. The moans of the girl beside her pulled Hal back to reality, and it turned out that he remembered Tuoba Tu, and couldn't help but clench his palms, which hurt her.

"Atul's favorite ...... this one," Hal muttered to himself, then hooked his finger at the girl. The girl meekly crawled to her feet, and Hal grabbed him by the neck and lifted her up, holding an iron spoon in his left hand, and his eyes repeatedly surveyed the girl's body.

The girl closed her eyes and waited for the next wildness. Hal thought for a long time, and then with a movement of his wrist, the handle of the spoon had pierced into the girl's chest.

Ignoring the screams and frightened struggles, Hal tightened his grip on the spoon and slowly sliced.

"Smack!" A roll of roundness was unscrewed down, flesh and blood blurred, and there was a muffled sound when it landed. Hal did the same, and unscrewed another roll.

The girl has already passed out, maybe she is dead, right? But who cares?

"The prince is mighty!" The pro-soldiers and descendants applauded one after another, and the rest of the ministers were miserable, and there was no place in the body that was not soft.

Hal wiped his hands silently and pointed to the two rounds on the ground:

"Go, Gong is in front of the grave of Captain Tuobata, he liked it the most when he was alive." Perhaps because of the unaccustomed water and soil, the wind of the Mid-Autumn Festival became extremely shrewd on the grassland, blowing all the fun and enjoyment to the powerful, leaving only the biting cold for the people.

The banquet is over. In front of the palace gate, a family of skinny people came to pick up their daughters. Wrapped in thin blankets, the girls who couldn't even walk steadily were pushed out roughly, and then half a bag of rations was thrown out of the door and smashed on them.

Their families knew what was going on, but no one said a word. They had been hungry for too long, and the pain of humiliation was nothing compared to the pleasure of swallowing the sac.

"Where's my sister?" The only one who spoke was a young man, fourteen or fifteen years old, who looked a little like the poor girl just now.

"Dead." Said the insider. The boy was silent, and he lowered his head. Is he going to question? Or is it a fight with someone?

Or is it desperate with Tuobhar? He didn't.

"Give me half a bag." The voice sounded like a tail wagging throat.