"Actually, it's better not to meet."

Su Yuanyuan was a little puzzled, raised his head to look, but only saw his resolute chin.

"Why?"

"How to say, who will look at the problem in what way, they will not only be embarrassed by us to find out, but also suspicious, they will even wonder if we are like them. Fu Shen didn't accept their gifts, and they would even wonder if we used some method to win over Fu Shen, can you understand? ”

Su Yuanyuan didn't expect this, she was secretly happy at first because she happened to meet the embarrassment of the Shi family coming to give gifts and ask for help, but after Jiang Wenzheng's words, with the thoughts of the Shi family and his wife, they might really think so.

"Of course, this is just our speculation, we can't treat people with the heart of a villain, and put the accusation of unhappened crimes on people's heads, isn't that unwarranted?"

Su Yuanyuan nodded, his little head resting on Jiang Wenzheng's chest, feeling the vigorous and powerful beating of his heart under his skin.

"Go to bed, it's not early."

Jiang Wenzheng's voice was a little tired, he stretched out his hand to extinguish the light, and lay flat on the bed with his eyes tightly closed.

In just a moment, Su Yuanyuan's heart suddenly shrank and became empty, and her exhaled breath trembled a little.

Jiang Wenzheng is so weird today, on weekdays, he will let himself accompany him to exercise, and he will chat with her for a while, listen to her talk about the things he encountered today, and sometimes fight with her for a while, today he only accompanied her for a short time, and it was very perfunctory.

Su Yuanyuan hugged the corner of the quilt, and let the distance between himself and Jiang Wenzheng widen, stinky man, it will really change!

Start perfunctory her now!

Obviously yesterday I said that I wouldn't change my mind!

Su Yuanyuan's heart hurt, and he kicked Jiang Wenzheng's ass hard with his little foot in the quilt, the man took a breath and wanted to turn over, Su Yuanyuan was a little looking forward to it for a moment, expecting him to be able to make trouble with him for a while, indicating that he still had his own in his heart, but Jiang Wenzheng just turned over and didn't make any other moves.

Su Yuanyuan's expression froze, lowered his eyes in frustration, turned over and turned his back to him farther away from Jiang Wenzheng, and closed his eyes.

In fact, it is false to say that she is not lost, after such a long time of getting along with her ears, she has long been accustomed to playing the role of Jiang Wenzheng's wife, she also relies on Jiang Wenzheng very much, in the morning he will help him dress, and will put her feet on his thighs to help her put on socks, and after dressing, she will deliberately pat her little feet with her hands, and the dishes and chopsticks are handed to her, and she has never seen a shrimp with a shell by Jiang Wenzheng's side.

It stands to reason that Jiang Wenzheng likes himself, but why is he so cold today?

Su Yuanyuan fell asleep thinking about it, but in the dead of night, the man suddenly let out a long sigh and opened his eyes leisurely.

He sat up and looked at the little woman with his back to him, helplessly pulled the quilt up to cover her exposed back, leaned down again, and landed a shallow kiss on her little hairy head.

He only took the robe on the side and draped it on his body, glanced at Su Yuanyuan, and then gently pushed the wheelchair out of the room.

During the Qingming Festival, there was another rain in the morning, and now there is a cool breeze, blowing people's backs are transparent and cold.

The sky was clean and there was not a single cloud, and the first quarter moon hung empty in the air.

Pushing open the wooden door, a young man in a dark robe was leaning against the wall, and turned his head to look at him when he heard the sound.

"Let's go?"

Jiang Wenzheng replied to him softly, "Let's go." ”

Jiang Xuan led two horses out of nowhere, he supported Jiang Wenzheng to help him turn over the horse, Jiang Wenzheng can now exert strength in his left leg, but when he sat on the saddle, a layer of hot sweat appeared on his back.

It's been a long time since he's sat on a horse, he rode a horse through the streets when he was young, and he rode a horse to fight on the battlefield when he was young, when this familiar feeling swept through his body, Jiang Wenzheng's fingers holding the reins were trembling.

The two of them left the city and headed west in the direction of Fly Mountain.

It was supposed to be a two-hour walk, but the two of them arrived in less than half an hour.

There is a river in the west of the Fly Mountain, named Shanghe, which separates Daqi and Xiliang, and can be said to be the junction line of the two countries.

The hunters who live near the Fly Mountain know which game is the most on the Fly Mountain, and the farmers also know where the best medicinal herbs are, but they don't know that there is a small pit in the upper reaches of the river, and there are no less than 30 graves in the pit, and the dry bones of the Jiang family are buried under the loess.

Jiang Xuan helped Jiang Wenzheng to get off the horse, and the two of them knelt in front of these graves, their foreheads tightly pressed against the cold earth, Jiang Wenzheng's mind kept flashing the scene of the tragic death of the Jiang family, and even his breathing was trembling, he was breathing heavily, and he could even smell the smell of blood mixed with the soil.

Jiang Xuan's fists were clenched tightly, and in the grave bag in front of him were not only his father, but also his clansmen, all of whom were good men who sacrificed their lives for the motherland.

It's just that the hero died in battle, and he didn't even deserve a decent grave, how sad.

The burning fire of paper money shone on the faces of the two men, who had changed from teenagers to young adults, but the price of growth was so tragic.

"Brother, the prince's party really deserves death."

Jiang Xuan's tone was very calm, the hatred of these years had already been smoothed out in countless nightmares, and even this hatred had become his daily routine.

But Jiang Wenzheng is different, he forbears, buries this hatred in his heart, and keeps his mouth shut.

Jiang Xuan thought that he would sink like this, and Jiang Xuan's mother also thought that he would spend the rest of his life in this small mountain pass, not that he had forgotten his hatred, but that he couldn't forget it at all, the raging fire when he raided his house, the screams of his sister-in-law in prison when she gave birth, and the blood that splattered out when the whole family was beheaded, how could he forget?

"Ah Xuan, it's not the knife that kills, it's the person who holds the knife."

What if the supporters of the crown prince are wiped out? If the crown prince is not removed, there will be countless people to support him and pave the way for him to ascend the throne.

His Jiang family has been loyal and good for generations, and since he can't do anything rebellious, he supports a virtuous monarch.

The liquor entered his throat, Jiang Wenzheng's heart still didn't feel any warmth, and the two rushed back after bidding farewell to the people.

When he arrived at the door of the house, it was only three watches, Jiang Wenzheng plugged the wooden door, and when he returned to the room, he saw that Su Yuanyuan was still sleeping deeply, so he sat quietly in the house for a while to dispel the cold on his body before going to bed.

Su Yuanyuan slept extremely unsteadily, noticed the movements of the man next to him, subconsciously turned over and hugged him, touching his sturdy body, and was inexplicably relieved.

Jiang Wenzheng had no sleep all night, looking at the sleeping face of the little woman in his arms and smiled softly.

He should fight, not just for himself.

He didn't meet Su Yuanyuan when he was at his most beautiful, and now when he is at his most embarrassed, Su Yuanyuan will not give up, and he should fight hard to earn a bright future for her.