Zhao Ruizheng was shocked at how Jiang Miao knew his true identity, and then heard her words.
"Your Highness, I advise you not to do this. I am a human being, not your property. You are not qualified to imprison me."
"If I lose my freedom, then the handwritten letter I wrote will reach Wang Wanyi."
"The person you love in your heart is Wang Wanyi. If she finds a substitute knowing that you can't get her, and this substitute is her biological sister, do you think she will be able to bear it?"
"I'm afraid that the innocent and kind-hearted Wan'er will never forgive you in her lifetime, let alone be willing to marry you as a concubine."
Zhao Rui was stunned, his head was buzzing, and he couldn't even remember when he left.
There is only one thing in my mind, and Wan'er must not let her know about it.
Wan'er has someone she likes in her heart. If she knew he did this, she might hate him so much.
Jiang Miao waited for Zhao Rui to leave, then leaned down and picked up the crutch.
She is looking forward to the scene where Zhao Rui and Wang Wanyi will fight each other in the future.
Jiang Miao was about to go back when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.
When she opened the courtyard door, she saw Shen Tanwei coming over with a small basket. I wonder if he knew about her and Zhao Rui's affairs.
Just when she was slightly lost in thought, Shen Tanwei said with a light smile on his face:
"The sweet-scented osmanthus in the main courtyard of the original house is in bloom, washed clean by the drizzle, and the fragrance is fragrant. I thought of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake you gave me last time, so I picked some fresh sweet-scented osmanthus and gave it to you."
Jiang Miao took the basket and said with a smile: "It's just right for brewing with honey. Thank you Mr. Shen."
"Xiaosheng, I'll go back and pick a basket for you." Shen Tanwei couldn't help but smile even deeper.
"I'll join you." Jiang Miao carried an empty basket to the next door with a cane.
Shen Tanwei looked at her but hesitated to speak.
Jiang Miao smiled, "It's okay, I'll help you carry the basket."
There are several sweet-scented osmanthus trees living in the yard next door, and you can smell the faint fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus before entering the house.
There are dots of goose yellow with tiny buds hanging on them. After the drizzle, Xinxinran looks very energetic.
Jiang Miao put down her crutches and leaned against the tree, holding a basket while Shen Tanwei picked osmanthus flowers.
Although Shen Tanwei is thin, he is tall and can pick it up easily.
When he turned around and lowered his head to put the osmanthus flowers, he accidentally bumped into Jiang Miao's smart eyes and immediately looked away.
My ears suddenly turned red.
Jiang Miao didn't notice this scene, thinking about how to distribute the brewed honey and osmanthus.
The master's side is indispensable, and the long-term worker Shen Tanwei is naturally involved. Uncle Guo also needs to go there, so he can send a can to Mrs. Wang.
The rest may take the opportunity to find Xiao Yi.
…
Jiang Miao didn't expect the opportunity to come so quickly. Two days later, she learned from Tongzi that Xiao Yi would be a guest at Yang Zijian's villa this time, so she went there with two jars of honey and osmanthus.
The carriage rumbled into the White Horse Villa.
When Xiao Yi opened the curtain and stepped out of the carriage, he saw people coming out of the carriage next door.
The girl Jing Chai in a sarong carries a medicine box and does not apply makeup, but she is still extremely beautiful even so.
Her dark eyebrows are like willows, her face is like peach blossoms, and there is a hint of aloofness between her brows, which gives people a cold and glamorous feeling.
"Your Majesty?" The guard spoke when he saw Xiao Yi didn't move.
Jiang Miao looked up when he heard the sound.
What a coincidence.
She took the initiative to walk over and say hello.
"Master Xiao."
Xiao Yi's eyes fell on her face and he nodded gently.
Jiang Miao took out a small jar of honey and sweet-scented osmanthus from the medicine box and said, "Thank you for your help last time at the Baima Hunting Ground. I originally wanted to ask Uncle Guo to thank you, but I didn't expect to meet you here. This is what I brewed." of osmanthus honey.”
She sincerely thanked, "Thank you, Mr. Xiao, for saving me."
Xiao Yi habitually turned the jade ring on his hand. After becoming the regent, no one called him that anymore.
The word "young master" is too elegant and inconsistent with his status and demeanor. Others are well aware of his ruthlessness.
However, I found it pleasant to listen to today.
Xiao Yi did not accept it, "Is this your thank you gift?"
"This osmanthus honey can be used to make osmanthus glutinous rice balls in winter. It is sweet and intoxicating and tastes good." Jiang Miao frowned.
This was the first time Xiao Yi received such a gift, his eyes flashed slightly, and he motioned to the guard next to him to take the osmanthus honey.
Jiang Miao gave way, "The life-saving kindness is too heavy to repay. If Mr. Xiao needs to call a doctor in the future, I will do my best."
"Of course, I hope you are well."
Xiao Yi nodded slightly and left.
It wasn't until he was far away that his eyes fell on the jar of osmanthus nectar held by the guard, "Xiao Qi, how do you make sweet-scented osmanthus glutinous rice balls?"
"Ah?" Guard Xiao Qi was confused. Does the dignified regent need to cook in person? Just when he wanted to speak, he was stopped by Xiao Yi.
Xiao Yi walked with his hands behind his back.
He doesn't like sweets.
But I hope the sweet-scented osmanthus glutinous rice balls in winter taste as good as she said.
…
The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and the entire city of Luoyang is decorated with lights and colors to celebrate this annual full moon festival.
The residence of Prime Minister Wang was particularly lively, mainly because the hostess's condition improved, which made the entire Prime Minister's residence happy.
Two days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, Sheng Chunyue specifically mentioned to Wang Shi'an after lunch that she wanted to invite Jiang Miao to the house to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Before Wang Shian said anything, Wang Wanyi sat upright.
But Sheng Qiu Shuang was stunned.
Wang Shi'an pondered, "That's fine, I'll take this opportunity to thank her for curing your illness."
Sheng Chunyue nodded with a smile, and then looked at Wang Wanyi, "It's good to be in love, why not let Wan'er go and invite her, it's not sincere to just take care of the family."
"Wan'er and Miss Jiang are of the same age, and the girl's family has always been more talkative."
Wang Wanyi clenched her fists subconsciously, "Okay, Wan'er will go with the housekeeper in a moment."
…
Wang Wanyi arrived when Jiang Miao was weeding the medicine garden.
Jiang Miao was not too surprised by her arrival.
Wang Wanyi turned back to the housekeeper and other servants and said, "You guys wait outside."
Jiang Miao glanced at her, got up and went to the well to wash her hands.
"Miss Wang, why did you come to me?"
Wang Wanyi sat at the stone table under the persimmon tree and looked around. This was too simple. The servants' rooms in the Prime Minister's Mansion were better than this...
She didn't answer but asked, "Do you live here alone?"
"Your parents are not in Luoyang?"
Jiang Miao lit the small stove, put a small pot of water on it, and said calmly: "I'm afraid Miss Wang has forgotten that I once said that we have severed all ties with them."
Wang Wanyi felt a little angry.
Of course she remembers!
I just can't stand the white-eyed wolf like Jiang Miao.
I really can't understand that a good girl can be so cruel... and she covets her parents. It's crazy to think of a rich life.
"Miss Jiang, don't you think what you are doing is wrong? No matter what, they have all been kind to you in raising you, how can you just give up?"
Jiang Miao Qinghe, in the original work, in Zhao Rui's eyes, Wang Wanyi is a pure and kind-hearted girl, as cute as a rabbit.
Don't try to persuade others to be kind without going through their suffering. You don't even understand such a simple truth.
Look at her, she's so kind.
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