"It's Shu'er's inconsiderate thought that has caused chaos for her grandmother." Jiang Shu hurriedly bowed his head and admitted his mistake.

The fourth lady, Ruan Fengzhi, had the intention to protect Jiang Shu, stepped forward and proposed: "Mother, according to the daughter-in-law's opinion, it is better to let that person move to Xiyuan to live with the male servants, so that no one will gossip." ”

The old lady thought about it for a while, and felt that this was a good idea, so she nodded and said, "Okay, then let's do it." ”

Then he looked at Jiang Shu: "As for you, you will be grounded for three days as a punishment." ”

"Mother, it's just grounding, won't the punishment be too light?"

Tang Rongqiu wanted to take the opportunity to sit on the charge of Jiang Shu's fornication with outsiders, so that if she was not immersed in the pig cage, she would also be given a piece of white silk, and her daughter Ye Hu would have hope of being the princess of Fu. I didn't expect this girl's life to be so hard, and let her escape again.

"What do you think? Do you want to make this known to everyone? The old lady said coldly.

Tang Rongqiu's thoughts, how could she not know. In the past, she could turn a blind eye, but now, in order to achieve her goal, she even ignored the reputation of the Ye Mansion, which was beyond her bottom line.

"It's my daughter-in-law who said a lot." Tang Rongqiu saw the old lady's attitude, and knew that talking about things at this time would only annoy her, and she would no longer be bored.

At this time, Mama Li, who had been silent next to her, leaned into the old lady's ear and said, "Old lady, the time for chanting the scriptures has come, do you see if it is ......?"

The old lady felt that the matter had been dealt with, and she also wanted to be quiet, so she simply stopped keeping them, waved her hand and said, "It's not too early, you all step down." ”

Leaving from the old lady's Changhe Hall and returning to Qingran Pavilion, Jiang Shu went directly to the west wing where Luo Xin was.

At this moment, Luo Xin was sitting at the head of the bed wiping his sword, and when he saw her coming, he stopped the movements in his hand, stared at her with a complicated expression for a while, and asked, "Am I causing you trouble?" ”

Not long ago, the woman who was followed by a fat slave came in and out, and there was an intermittent sound of people outside, and he knew that something bad was going to happen.

It's just that he is injured and can't get out of bed, so he can't go out to see what is going on.

"It's all over," Jiang Shu glanced at the shiny long sword in his hand and said with a smile, "Besides, as long as you don't greet me with a sword, it's not too much trouble." ”

A trace of guilt suddenly appeared on Luo Xin's face: "You are my savior, how can I still do it to you, yesterday was also ......"

"I know. You are understandably on the defensive. Jiang Shu looked at him and said, "I came here to see how you are doing, and to tell you that you can't live in this courtyard anymore, and you have to move to Xiyuan to live with the male servants." ”

"Thank you!" Luo Xin said gratefully.

Jiang Shu shook his head lightly, and said: "I'm grounded, I can't leave Qingran Pavilion for three days, I will let Ping Qian go to see you, you take care." ”

After saying that, he didn't linger any longer, turned around and walked out of the room.

After leaving from the West Chamber, Jiang Shu went back to his room and asked Ping Qian to help him find the Analects, and sat at the table to copy it, thinking about today's assassination.

Regarding that matter, she also thought about it on the way back to the house, because the possibility of hatred is not very likely, and nine times out of ten it is related to the emperor's marriage.

Some people don't want to see the marriage between the Fu Wangfu and the Xiangfu, and getting rid of her is the most concise way.

But who could it be?

Is it the political enemy of her titular father, Ye Xianggao, or the one who competes for the throne with Zhu Changxun, the king of Fu?