After carrying this all the way, Jiang Yue didn't feel that he was tired. She lay on his back and yawned, feeling a little sleepy but not wanting to sleep.
Walking back near the main house, you can see people.
Several eyes around her looked at her involuntarily, and their expressions were indescribably complicated.
Jiang Yue asked Zhou Ji to put him down, and Gu Chen stepped forward as soon as possible. Before he could open his mouth, someone asked in a joking tone: "Did Miss Jiang hurt her leg?"
They were all carried back.
Either he hurt his leg or his ankle.
She shouldn't be so good that someone would carry her on her back.
The person who spoke was a young man, very handsome, wearing a suit and leather shoes, and he seemed to be a talented person.
Jiang Yue didn't recognize him, so she said, "No."
Doesn't it look weird for Zhou Ji to carry her on his back? What's all the fuss about.
The young man later realized that he was too talkative, smiled calmly, and praised without embarrassment: "Mr. Zhou's physical strength is really good."
Jiang Yue often has an expressionless face in front of unfamiliar people.
It seems very cold and difficult to approach.
Gu Chen looked at Leng Bingbing's face and felt like it. He was reserved and arrogant. He was lovable no matter how he looked at it.
Ever since Jiang Yue and Zhou Ji's divorce was made public, Gu Chen never called her sister-in-law again.
But it's not appropriate to call someone too affectionate.
As soon as he stepped forward, his words were cut off as soon as they reached his lips. Zhou Ji raised her eyelids and glanced at him lightly, asking, "Where is Fu Qingnian?"
Gu Chen raised his eyebrows: "I'm not sure."
Ask him what?
Where else to go?
Most likely he was secretly "in love" with his sister-in-law.
Gu Chen looked at Zhou Ji with a smile again. He didn't believe that Zhou Ji would care about Fu Qingnian's whereabouts for no reason. He might only ask where he was buried after he died.
Jiang Yue scanned around here and didn't see Fu Qingnian, not even Ning Zhi.
She and Zhou Ji's friends always had nothing to say.
Ning Zhi was not here, so Jiang Yue went upstairs to rest.
The environment in the manor is beautiful and particularly secluded. There is a large area of roses planted in the backyard, and you can smell the fragrance of the flowers when you open the glass windows.
In front of the window on the second floor, you can still touch the tall branches that have stretched out.
The greenery is lush, and the forest tops rustle with the wind, as if it is not spring, but a warm and bright summer is coming soon.
Jiang Yue opened the window to let some air in, and the breeze blew up the off-white floor-to-ceiling gauze curtains.
She had sweated from running a horse just now, so she went to the bathroom to take a shower, changed into skin-friendly pajamas, and got into the soft bed.
Jiang Yue hadn't ridden a horse for a long time. His arms were a little sore after just exerting all his energy. He quickly relaxed his body while lying on the mattress and fell asleep.
She always dreamed of the red palace walls, the tall cornices, and the scene of standing on the tower and looking into the distance.
Sometimes I would dream of sitting on the queen's lap, innocently coquettishly coquettishly coquettishly coquettishly coquettishing her, or of having an angry quarrel or slapstick fight with the emperor's younger brother.
Anyway.
Jiang Yue rarely dreams about Zhou Fuwei's mansion.
Even for this person, the fragments she saw were very few, like fragments cut into pieces, each fragment lasting only a short moment.
This was the second time she dreamed of Zhou Fuwei's mansion.
Quiet and solemn.
Just like him.
It was dark and heavy, and I didn't even dare to breathe too hard.
Everyone in this house seems to be walking on thin ice.
Jiang Yue actually understood men's desire for power. Even she, a daughter, wanted to hold power in the dynasty.
With power, you can do what you want to do.
She saw that the originally dark room was instantly lit with candles, and within a moment, the corridor was also filled with lights, like daylight that had just been lit.
The expressions on everyone's faces were serious.
He concentrated and held his breath, not even daring to take a breath.
He walked hurriedly towards the front yard, as if something big had happened.
Jiang Yue saw Zhou Fuwei again, but it was very different from his usual calmness. The look on his face was obviously a little nervous and colorless. It was not clear whether it was because it was too cold today, which reflected on his face. The candlelight seemed to be cold, and the man's complexion was pale. He spoke sternly, his voice unsteady several times, and his breath seemed to be trembling: "Tell him to stop."
"Let him come back now!"
As soon as he finished saying this, the man bent down and coughed violently. The blood on the handkerchief looked like red plum blossoms, and the dots of red and white made it even more frightening.
Zhou Fuwei raised his cold and pale face, swallowed the blood in his throat expressionlessly, and said: "Prepare the horse."
The confidant looked at his master's cold face, felt his heart sinking, and immediately went to the horse.
The night was full of darkness.
Not even a few moonlight left,
The man got on his horse, raised the long whip in his hand, and swung the whip hard onto the horse's back. After a cry, the painful horse flew away as he wished.
It happened that Zhou Fuwei was happy, and his house was located in a secluded place far away from the palace gate. He rode his horse and rushed all the way to the palace gate.
Jiang Yue watched him knock on the palace door late at night, and was even more impressed by Zhou Fuwei. This man was really arrogant. He broke into the palace in the middle of the night without even having a palace card. Sure enough, he didn't let the people in the palace go. In the eyes.
Guards were stationed outside the city gates.
The sign of the Forbidden Army was still in the hands of her father, so the guards naturally refused to let Zhou Fuwei in. It was not the time to go to court, and he had not been summoned, so how could he have the final say?
"Sir, please come back."
"It's still dark, and no message has been sent to the palace. Please go back home and don't make it difficult for us."
The guards were selfless. Although they had already heard of the regent's illustrious reputation, he did not bring anyone with him tonight, and not even a single entourage could be seen behind him.
It's not so scary anymore.
The man picked up the long sword at his waist. The murderous intent in his eyes was frightening. Fortunately, the night was thick and it was difficult to see his expression clearly. Otherwise, the two guards could have noticed Zhou Fuwei's expression and expression. The evil spirits crawling out of purgatory are no different.
His skin was pale and his eyes were scarlet.
The guards also faced him with their swords drawn, and when they saw him drawing their swords, they dared not let him in.
"Master Zhou, do you want to rebel?!"
What they responded to was a sharp sword stroke that passed through their necks. If it had been deeper, it would have cut off their heads on the spot.
The man's patience seemed to be exhausted, and he didn't want to talk nonsense. He withdrew his gaze coldly and forced his way into the palace gate.
He entered the inner palace all the way, dressed in black, with murderous intent around him, and no one dared to stop him in the darkness of the night.
Jiang Yue looked at Zhou Fuwei who seemed to be swallowed up by an evil spirit.
She thought for a while, she didn't know that Zhou Fuwei broke through the palace gate at night?
No, no.
How could she not know about such a big thing?
He was so rebellious that anyone who heard it could criticize him verbally. There was no way she wouldn't know, unless...
Unless she's dead.
Jiang Yue watched Zhou Fuwei walk to the princess palace step by step. He stood outside the palace gate, holding a sword in his hand, the tip of the sword hanging on the ground, and he stopped.
Jiang Yue thought to herself, oh, it turned out to be the night she died unexpectedly.
