"I just took a casual look. There is nothing I don't understand and nothing I want to ask." Jiang Yue still had a high psychological defense against Zhou Ji, always alert to let this person know more.
I don't want him to peek into my heart.
Zhou Ji has always been a shrewd and polite scum to her. It is easy for him to see through the details and see through the whole person bit by bit, especially the weaknesses.
Zhou Ji didn't force it, she just ignored it.
He mentioned casually, whether it was a test or a whim after accidentally seeing the name, "Do you like Jiang Guo?"
On this issue, even if Jiang Yue wanted to deny cheating on him, she couldn't.
"Yeah." Her Royal Highness Princess Moyo felt that this question was a little offensive. Her expression was a bit arrogant without even realizing it. She asked unhappily: "Can't you like it?"
Zhou Ji denied: "It's not impossible."
Jiang Yue was aroused by him. Since Zhou Ji is the male protagonist, maybe the author of the original work will give him a little more golden fingers and let him know more than her, the unlucky female partner.
She thought her question was roundabout and not so obvious, "Then do you know that wily regent Zhou Fuwei?"
When the word "wisdom" came up, he obviously paused.
I originally wanted to say that he was notorious, but Zhou Fuwei had a pretty good reputation even in unofficial history.
There are many scholars who appreciate him.
Specialize in the study of his life.
Zhou Ji lowered her eyelids, hummed casually, looked as usual, and replied calmly: "I've heard of it."
Jiang Yue didn't believe that people like Zhou Fuwei would commit suicide, even though she had read this passage in unofficial history documents. In her dream, she seemed to have seen a man in front of her tombstone, expressionlessly cutting his wrists, and blood was pouring out. He looked like he was gushing, but he still didn’t believe it.
"Do you also think he committed suicide?"
The man was silent for a few seconds, then asked softly: "Why, it can't be done."
Jiang Yue could find many reasons to argue. For example, he was already a powerful regent at that time, and the emperor on the dragon throne was just a decoration to him.
Why would a person who pursues power like him commit suicide after he has dealt with his enemies?
There is no rival in the dynasty.
He is no different from a self-centered emperor.
"Why should you commit suicide when you live such a glorious life?"
"Because, it's very painful." The man lowered his eyes. The sunlight falling outside the glass window just stopped on the tip of his snow-white nose, making his face even paler. He narrated in a very calm tone: "I can't live in pain anymore. Choose Suicide is normal.”
Jiang Yue still didn't quite understand what he said.
What does Zhou Fuwei have to suffer from? With great power in his hands, he can make all the changes in the court.
Jiang Yue glanced at him curiously: "How do you know? These are just outsiders' speculations."
Zhou Ji didn't say anything to explain, how did he know? He can feel it.
That man was probably in a lot of pain. Although his face was expressionless, his heart was burned by the fire day and night, and he was so numb that he was used to it.
Jiang Yue felt that she couldn't get any useful information from Zhou Ji.
It seems that the male protagonist does not know more than others.
Jiang Yue spent enough time in the library today. She was a little hungry and had to go home to eat.
Zhou Ji raised his feet and followed her, not getting too close to her, but keeping a distance that was difficult for her to break away from him. He said, "I drove the car to give you a ride."
Jiang Yue did not refuse.
When he takes the initiative to cook, think of him as a "little cook"; when he takes the initiative to send her off, just think of him as a groom.
After arriving home safely, Jiang Yue said thank you to him and went into the house without looking back.
A few days later, the Zhou family's driver sent Zhou Zhengchu to Jiang Yue's residence. Every weekend, the young master would go to live with his wife for two days.
The little boy's schoolbag is full of snacks.
The back seat of the car is filled with his toys.
The living room of Jiang Yue's house was unknowingly filled with children's toys, and toys could be seen everywhere. He was like a hamster trying to fill its nest, and he liked to bury his things little by little in her.
Jiang Yue is still not very good at taking care of children and doesn’t know what he likes to eat.
When I'm not working, I play with my children at home.
The boy was very well-behaved, but he always blinked at her with his dark, wet eyes before going to bed at night.
Sometimes it's about asking for a goodnight kiss.
Sometimes it's a fairy tale.
Jiang Yue was really not good at telling fairy tales, so she gradually got used to giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek before going to bed at night.
Come Sunday.
When the housekeeper and driver came to pick him up, the boy waved to them and said, "I'll go back tomorrow."
You can go directly to school on Monday morning.
This allows you to stay one more night.
On the next Friday, the child discovered that the toy his mother bought last weekend was not for him, and his mood became obviously silent.
The model airplane Jiang Yue bought was given to a neighbor’s child.
She didn't know that the boy was so sad about this incident that he buried himself under the quilt and refused to come out.
She felt that Zhou Zhengchu had no shortage of toys, and the living room and bedroom were all filled with his toys.
By the time she found him hiding, he had already burst into tears.
Jiang Yue wiped the tears from his face and asked patiently: "What's wrong with you?"
The boy obediently let her wipe his face. The tip of his nose was red and the circles under his eyes were red. He had a stern face and refused to speak.
"Who bullied you?"
The pretty boy shook his head. After a while, he was picked up by his mother, his hands wrapped around her neck, buried in the crook of her neck, smelling the familiar sweet fragrance.
Hot tears hit her neck, and she heard him ask in a muffled voice: "Why should you give the toy to others."
"Am I not your favorite child?"
Two stammering sentences intermittently.
Childish and naive.
Jiang Yue almost forgot about the model airplane she bought casually, "You want it too?"
"You already have a lot," she said.
Several boxes are not enough to hold his toys.
When the boy heard these words, he felt even more aggrieved. He said, "I didn't get it from my mother."
Jiang Yue was silent for a while, then patted his head: "I understand."
That night, Zhou Zhengchu received a gift from his mother. An Ultraman was quietly placed on his bedside.
Plants that lack love.
It seems that I am slowly being nourished by love.
Gradually the green branches and leaves were taken out.
Zhou Zhengchu was very precocious and didn't have much interest in toys, but he took the Ultraman he got to the kindergarten that morning.
It was placed neatly on his small table.
Seriously tell others that this is a small gift from his mother, and he will have more in the future.
