Jiang Yue took a long sleep, probably thinking about his father, the emperor and his mother.
She dreamed of them again.
In the cold winter when there is heavy snow, the frost and snow under the eaves condense into ice, and the cold wind blows in your face.
She stood on the promenade, the warm winter sun was glaring. She wrapped her cloak tightly around her body, and the hood was covered with a thick layer of snow-white fox fur.
She was used to being afraid of the cold, so she couldn't help hiding her pale face from the fluffy collar. Only a pair of dark eyes were exposed, and her fingers were already red from the cold.
But she looked at the snowman she had built with contentment.
With a proud look on his face, he ordered the palace servants behind him: "Go and call the prince over."
She is very childish sometimes. Even if she builds a beautiful little snowman, she still wants them to see it and hear their praise.
In this way, she can raise her tail naturally.
She did not wait for the prince's brother.
But his mother and queen came.
The queen mother held her hand tightly and stopped talking several times, "Your marriage to Zhou Fuwei has been decided."
Zhou Fuwei is the name of the current regent.
I heard it started later.
He came from a poor family, and no one knew what this powerful regent looked like in the past, or even his true identity.
She said with a cold face, "I haven't even met him. I don't want to marry him."
Although she was not as sharp-minded and far less scheming than those who were good at strategizing, her intuition was very accurate. Zhou Fuwei definitely did not love her as much as others and wanted to marry her.
"He doesn't really want to marry me."
The queen mother's eyes turned red, but she didn't know it, "There is no room for change in this matter, A-Yue, it is your father who is incompetent."
That was the first time Princess Mingyi, who had not had any worries since childhood, felt troubled.
She looked at the sky above the palace and raised her little face. After a long time, she made a decision without telling her father and mother.
She wanted to kill Zhou Fuwei.
As the eldest princess, she should have raped and killed Jiang Guo.
And if Zhou Fuwei hadn't fantasized about toads eating swan meat, she wouldn't have murderous intentions.
She felt from the bottom of her heart that Zhou Fuwei was not worthy of her.
She sent many assassins, but almost all of them failed.
There was only one who wounded him with a sword.
Zhou Fuwei was ill and did not go to court.
Jiang Yue only felt that it was a pity that he could not kill him.
If it weren't for this dream, Jiang Yue would have almost forgotten that she had been so persistent in wanting to kill Zhou Fuwei.
She thought she had been struck by lightning.
But if the previous dream was true, it seems reasonable to be poisoned by Zhou Fuwei. Was he in revenge for her assassination?
But...but why did Zhou Fuwei have to marry her at that time?
Jiang Yue couldn't figure it out.
At this moment, she was sitting on the bed, hugging the quilt, staring blankly at the ceiling with her beautiful eyes, and it seemed that there was no use in remembering so many things.
She is dead and cannot return to Jiang Country.
Jiang Yue suddenly thought that the hairpin that Ye Lan brought to the TV station once belonged to her. The woman slowly frowned: "System."
No one responded.
Jiang Yue lowered her tone: "Stop pretending to be dead."
As soon as the system heard that there was nothing good in her tone, it timidly said, "The system is under maintenance, please call again later."
Jiang Yue ignored him and asked, "Didn't you say that the world here is a book? Why do things from my past appear?"
The system was hesitating for a long time, racking its brains and thinking for a long time, "Because the author of every book will refer to some historical documents, maybe she happened to use you as a reference when she wrote this book."
Jiang Yue was dubious: "Really?"
The system vowed: "Of course!"
Jiang Yue had never asked before, but now he dared to ask: "What happened to Jiang Guo later?"
The system said distressedly: "Sorry, I don't know about it either. The author has not written anything in this book, and our system does not have the right to search and view it."
Jiang Yue felt more and more that this system was useless.
He didn't know what to ask and even came up with some bad ideas.
After a while of silence, the door suddenly opened.
Jiang Yue followed the sound and looked over. The man seemed surprised to see her awake. He thought she would sleep for a long time.
"you're awake."
"OK."
It was just getting dark outside.
It's only seven o'clock now.
Zhou Ji looked at her sleeping face, which was flushed, and felt a little softer inside. He stepped forward and gave a warm reminder: "Don't sleep on the ground next time."
He usually speaks to his employees in a commanding tone, and it sounds a bit stiff when he speaks in such a straightforward manner.
After a pause, Zhou Ji added: "You are in poor health and get sick easily."
Although Zhou Ji had never seen her when she was sick, he felt that she would not like to take medicine after getting to know her several times.
You may find the medicine bitter.
Jiang Yue fell asleep accidentally. She usually doesn't like to sleep on the edge of the bed.
She doesn't like to be told like this, as if she is still a child who has not grown up, but Jiang Yue can clearly distinguish whether he has good intentions or bad intentions towards a person.
Seeing that Zhou Ji was kind-hearted and concerned about her, Jiang Yue decided not to argue with him about this unhappiness.
She nodded proudly: "I heard it."
Zhou Ji hummed, pretending not to notice her impatience and perfunctory tone, "Let's go downstairs to eat."
Jiang Yue said oh, ignored him and walked out.
Suddenly, she stopped again and looked at him directly, a little annoyed and curious: "Why are you going home during this time?"
He was homeless before.
Why come back every day? Dangling in front of her.
Before Zhou Ji could answer, Jiang Yue frowned and continued to ask, "Are you about to go bankrupt?"
Otherwise, why would you go home every day?
He can't go bankrupt just yet.
She has not yet received a huge share of the divorce compensation. She has suffered so much here. If she had not spent a lot of his money, she would be really uncomfortable.
Zhou Ji thought about his approximate assets and said without humility: "It's a bit difficult."
Jiang Yue: "?"
Isn't she the hero? Why did it start to become difficult?
Zhou Ji looked at her wide eyes in disbelief and added: "It's a little difficult to go bankrupt."
Jiang Yue was slightly relieved.
She thought for a while, and looked at him eagerly with her clear eyes. Her innocent and clear eyes could transform people.
Zhou Ji swallowed and was about to ask her what was wrong.
The next second, I heard her say: "Then you have to work hard. It's best to live in the company every day, so that you can make more money. Men should work hard to make money, don't you think?"
Don't go home every day.
Just be his oxen and horses.
The corners of Zhou Ji's lips raised slightly, and after saying nothing, he deliberately misinterpreted her meaning, "Mrs. Zhou, you seem to care about me."
Jiang Yue blinked blankly, she made a dumb sound, and answered straightforwardly: "I just hope that I can get more property during the divorce."
If not.
Zhou Ji is dead.
