"Aren't you going to treat me to some sweet-scented osmanthus soup?"
Jiang Yubai's words brought Shen Zhiyi back to her senses, and then she remembered. She quickly stood up and took out the bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus soup that had been prepared.
The steam of the sweet-scented osmanthus soup is steaming, and the aroma of sweet-scented osmanthus hits your nostrils. Shen Zhiyi held the bowl of soup carefully, but was trembling a little because of its heat.
By accident, her foot hit the threshold and her whole body leaned forward.
With quick eyes and quick hands, Jiang Yu quickly reached out to support her. The two were very close to each other at that moment, and Shen Zhiyi's panic was in sharp contrast to Jiang Yubai's calmness.
He took the bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus soup, placed it gently on the table, and then let go of his hand.
"Master, when did you come back? You still eavesdropped on our conversation." Shen Zhiyi muttered, seeming to express his dissatisfaction.
1 Jiang Yubai raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, gently stroked her hair, and said gently: "I came back a little late, and I heard your conversation by the way. I heard it when I just came back. People who practice martial arts have good hearing. .”
Shen Zhiyi looked at Jiang Yubai and couldn't help but feel confused. Jiang Yubai is a highly skilled martial artist, so his hearing is naturally much higher than that of ordinary people.
But even so, you can't even hear the people on the other side of the wall clearly, right?
Jiang Yubai seemed to see Shen Zhiyi's doubts and explained with a smile: "Actually, it's not entirely a hearing problem. People who practice martial arts are more sensitive to breath and movement, so they can detect some things that are difficult for ordinary people to detect. details."
After hearing Jiang Yubai's explanation, Shen Zhiyi couldn't help but nodded. She has always felt that people who practice martial arts have many magical qualities, but now she understands the truth after listening to Jiang Yubai's explanation.
At this time, Jiang Yubai looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus soup on the table and said, "The sweet-scented osmanthus in the Regent's Palace seems pretty good."
"Master, you took my maid to the Prince Regent's house and pruned all the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers. It's not good to spread the news. Governor Jiang seems to be looking down on the Prince Regent."
"It doesn't matter. If the imperial garden hadn't been taken care of improperly and it wouldn't even be worth half of the price of the Prince Regent's palace, I would have picked some from the imperial garden and given them to you."
Shen Zhiyi nodded sheepishly: "Master, you really deserve the title of traitor and traitor."
He really regarded the Royal Garden as his own home, and he could enter and leave the Regent's Palace at will.
Emperor Jing was afraid of Jiang Yubai's forces and did not dare to move, but there was no need for the regent to tolerate Jiang Yubai like this.
Do they really have anything?
Jiang Yubai sneered: "The regent won't mind. I heard Fuling said you like flowers, just go to his house to choose some other time."
This made her wonder. Is there really nothing between Jiang Yubai and the regent? However, if there was really nothing, why did the regent allow Jiang Yubai to enter and leave the palace so freely?
Jiang Yubai couldn't help but feel a little funny in his heart when he saw Shen Zhiyi's stunned look.
He knew what Shen Zhiyi was thinking, but he didn't intend to explain anything.
After all, the relationship between him and the regent was not that simple.
"My entire body of kung fu was taught to me by him. In terms of seniority, he is your master."
Regarding the fact that his master was the regent, he only found out later that his master always wore an ugly mask and never took it off, coming and going without a trace.
Teach him martial arts on time every day, teach him how to use weapons, and send secret guards to protect him secretly.
He always knew that there were people following him, and every time someone wanted to bully him, none of those people would live to see the sun the next day.
He also felt that his identity might be unusual. These secret guards were highly skilled in martial arts. Jiang Yubai had never seen the true appearance of these people. Until he achieved great success in martial arts, he deliberately lured the people around him to appear. If you look carefully, this person is a close associate of the regent.
The days when his master disappeared were always consistent with the regent's affairs. If he thought about it carefully, he would understand what was going on.
At first Jiang Yubai wanted to recognize him, but the regent beat him and told him to keep his mouth shut, so Jiang Yubai didn't mention it again. Even now, the regent defended Jiang Yubai in every possible way and allowed him to do whatever he wanted without admitting that he was his master.
However, this matter has been tacitly understood.
Jiang Yubai picked up the bowl of peach blossom soup, scooped a mouthful of it and put it into his mouth. Shen Zhiyi didn't like adding sugar, so this bowl suited her taste. After one sip, Jiang Yubai still felt a little sweet and cloying.
"good."
Looking at this scene, Uncle Zhang in the mansion couldn't help but feel a little relieved, and some tears flowed out of the corners of his eyes unconsciously. When Miss Shen came to the mansion, there was more fireworks in the mansion.
The Governor was handling government affairs, and many people in the palace were wary of the Governor. There were countless people trying to kill him all day long, and Governor Jiang was so busy that he had no time for himself.
Now that you have someone to care about, you will be more and more hopeful in the days to come.
"Right now, the old woman of the Shen family is unconscious, and she was seriously injured by the governor. Shen Hong has been punished. She is not in the Shen Mansion right now, but there is Shen Yan in the manor."
Even though Shen Yan doesn't talk much and doesn't pay much attention to the affairs of the government, he is a complete pretender to eat the tiger.
"If you stay here for one more day, people outside will remember how you were burned alive in the ancestral hall by the Shen family."
Shen Zhiyi nodded and silently took note of his words.
"You stay at home peacefully, and I will find someone to spread the news that you are unconscious."
By then, the news that the Shen family is relying on their old age and trying to murder the younger generation will spread widely in Beijing.
As long as Shen Zhiyi doesn't wake up for a day, the Shen family will be criticized by thousands of people for a day, and the spittle can drown people.
