It's night, Jiang Mansion.

In the neat study, a light is like a bean, and it is dim.

Jiang Funan's study, which was once glorious and made the entire imperial court flock to it, was only silent at this time.

Behind the heavy black lacquered ebony unicorn four-scheme table, a person sits upright.

Jiang Song sat in the circle chair with his sleeves folded and closed his eyes to recuperate, the moon stars were scarce, and a full moon hung high on the willow tops outside the window, showing a bit of loneliness out of thin air.

The gorgeous brocade dragged to the ground, and there was not a trace of wrinkles.

The few servants waiting outside the door hung their heads, and although they were sleepy in the middle of the night, they did not slack off at all.

"The lord hasn't rested yet?"

I don't know how long later, a hand-held ......

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