Then, Gu Qiang discovered that there was another memory in his memory. This was the scene where he met Princess Changning at the spring banquet, and the scene where Gu Zhihua appeared in a gorgeous peacock costume but made Princess Changning furious.
Gu Qiang's hands were trembling. As the scenes unfolded, Gu Qiang could only lean on the wall next to her to try hard not to fall.
It has been fifteen years, why now when these scenes appear in front of Gu Qiang, Gu Qiang still feels as if there are countless cotton blocks in her heart, making it difficult to breathe, or maybe it is blocked by thousands of thin threads Surrounding the heart, it was wringing blood.
Then the scene changed, Gu Qiang's poisoned hand swelled, and a man appeared, the Ninth Prince.
Gu Qiang's heart stopped instantly. In Gu Qiang's memory, she had never had a single interaction with the Ninth Prince Shen Qianshan, so what was going on.
In March of the forty-seventh year of Chongwenwu.
The night was moving, and in the extremely quiet environment, the humming sounds of insects that were not very obvious before were now like thunder exploding around Gu Qiang, but Gu Qiang seemed not to hear it at all, and wrote on the booklet himself The writing is still on it, and the handwriting is clear.
Gu Qiang's eyes widened, waiting for that important moment.
Time obviously passed by just a little bit, but it felt like torture for Gu Qiang. Then, the candlelight flickered, and only one word appeared on the booklet: OK.
Just one word, but at that moment, Gu Qiang burst into tears. Finally, she not only had herself, but also... herself.
Although they were both Gu Qiang, Gu Qiang felt as if there was an extra one of her.
At this time, Gu Qiang naturally did not know that Gu Qiang, who was communicating with him, had already seen everything that happened to Gu Qiang at this time and put it in his own memories.
In other words, Gu Qiang, who was a ray of fragrant soul fifteen years later, can have two memories at the same time, one is the memory of his own journey, and the other is the memory created by Gu Qiang.
The candlelight flickered, and the writing on the booklet slowly disappeared. There was nothing on the white and yellowish paper, but Gu Qiang's heart was filled. She didn't know what kind of feeling it was. It may be contentment, or it may be peace of mind. So Gu Qiang was satisfied and went to bed with her clothes on.
In the early morning of the next day, Mr. Ye was sitting in the main hall with a cold face. He originally thought that he would send Song Yun away so that Song Yun could give full play to his advantages as a man and "serve" Gu Qiang properly. But I heard the boy who came to report that Gu Qiang's yard was very quiet last night.
Ye had a vague feeling that this time things were not as simple as he imagined.
Jiang Min sat nearby and looked at Madam Ye with a cold face. Although Madam Ye was now from the Prime Minister's Mansion, as the natal family member of the former Prime Minister's Mansion, Jiang Min thought she could still speak in front of Madam Ye.
But at this time, Mrs. Ye didn't say anything. She had already drank a pot of tea, as if she was waiting for something, and Jiang Min was too embarrassed to speak.
Next to her, Song Yu was sitting there, fiddling with her hair. The atmosphere in the main hall was depressing. As a little girl, Song Yu naturally couldn't talk too much.
Not long after, in the corridor in front of the main hall, Gu Qiang was wearing a lotus-colored skirt, her hair was simply combed back with a pear blossom on it, her face was peaceful and her smile was warm.
Looking at Gu Qiang who was coming all the way, Mrs. Ye felt as if she had a ball of firewood in her heart, wishing she could catch it right away.
Gu Qiang walked up to Mr. Ye without squinting, bowed respectfully, and then stood up to sit on the chair next to her.
Ye's sharp eyes glanced at Gu Qiang, and suddenly he seemed to have thought of something.
If Gu Qiang appears here intact now, that means Song Yun didn't succeed last night? What about Song Yun
Thinking that Song Yun's kid had a low IQ, and that Gu Qiang had completely changed into a completely different person for some reason, Ye felt unhappy. Originally, all this was a good arrangement, but why didn't it go smoothly for Gu Qiang? How about leaving with the arrangements
Mrs. Ye picked up the tea cup and raised her eyebrows. Before she could put the tea into her mouth, she heard a sudden loud scream coming from Gu Zhihua's wing next to her.
Gu Qiang had a cold face, listening to the sound that seemed to have the ability to pierce the sky, the corners of her mouth raised imperceptibly, and then disappeared again.
After Ye's pause, the tea cup in her hand slipped to the ground and broke into pieces with a "pop". Then Ye rushed towards Gu Zhihua's room as if she was crazy.
Jiang Min and Song Yun obviously didn't know what was going on. Before they could drink the tea in their hands, Gu Qiang turned to look at Jiang Min with a smile and said lightly: "What are you doing here, aunt? Why don't you go with us?" have a look?"
If you, Jiang Min, didn't go and see it, how could you know how tragically your own precious son died? Jiang Min, who defends his son like this, would probably be frightened to death when he saw that scene.
Of course, Jiang Min still wanted to argue with Gu Qiang, but just seeing Gu Qiang's face, she felt that the matter was not that simple.
Then Jiang Min took Song Yun and ran to Gu Zhihua's wing. Gu Qiang followed slowly. Tingfeng and Chuixue exchanged looks in private, pretending that nothing happened.
Gu Zhihua's courtyard is very close to the main hall. The courtyard is exquisitely decorated. Although it is small, the ornaments and trees in it are all rare.
When Gu Qiang led Ting Fengchuixue to the door of the courtyard, she saw Gu Zhihua wearing pajamas, squatting in the corner and shivering. When she noticed Gu Qiang coming in, she glanced at Gu Qiang with resentment in her eyes.
Mr. Ye stood by the bed in the room, digging his fingernails deeply into his flesh. Why was Song Yun, who was going to be raped, here now? ! And... Mrs. Ye stepped forward and stretched out her hand to feel Song Yun's breath. Naturally, the man was not only dead, but even hard.
Ye's hand trembled and she immediately covered her mouth. At this moment, Jiang Min rushed in with Song Yu and immediately saw her precious son Song Yun lying on Gu Zhihua's bed. Then she looked at Ye Even if Jiang Min is stupid, she still knows what is going on.
Then Jiang Min threw herself in front of the bed, shouting her son's name hysterically.
Gu Qiang stood in front of Gu Zhihua with her hands folded, her expression calm. She bit her lips and lowered her head when Feng Chuixue was behind her. Although she was frightened, she was still calm when she saw the fearless look of her young lady. .
Ye rushed out of the room, pointed at Gu Qiang and shouted loudly: "Did you do it? Did you do it?"
Gu Qiang had never seen Ye like this before. The wide-open mouth, bulging veins, and eyeballs that were about to fall out of their sockets, all combined together, seemed to want to tear Gu Qiang into pieces.
When Tingfeng Chuixue saw Ye's appearance, she felt like she was standing in front of Gu Qiang to prevent Gu Qiang from getting hurt.
Ye seemed to be going crazy. Fortunately, although Gu Qiang was thin, she reacted quickly. She grabbed Tingfeng Chuixue by the collar and dodged to the side.
Gu Qiang turned around and said something to Tingfeng, and Tingfeng left quickly.
After just two steps, he saw the old lady staggering into Gu Zhihua's yard with a group of maids and women.
In fact, Gu Qiang wanted to find the old lady. It is true that Gu Qiang knew that the old lady would not stand on his side to help him, but Gu Qiang very much hoped that the old lady would have a good contest with Ye in her lifetime.
Ye's first pounce was in vain, and when he was about to rush forward again, Gu Zhihua, who had been huddled in the corner, suddenly stood up and pulled Ye back.
The old lady stood at the door, rapped her cane three times on the stone floor, and said loudly in a confused voice: "How do you behave? Madam, what are you doing?"
These days, because the page where Ye made the mistake has not passed yet, the old lady was already somewhat prejudiced against Ye, but she did not expect that Ye would engage in such a drama today. If the housekeeper hadn't come to inform him, I'm afraid Ye would have The last bit of dignity she had as a eldest lady was lost.
Ye stood still with gritted teeth and looked at Gu Qiang. After the latter saluted the old lady, she stood aside and said nothing.
Jiang Min rushed out of the room, knelt in front of the old lady, and shouted with snot and tears: "Old lady, my son is dead! Dead! What should I do if he dies inside?"
It goes without saying how important Song Yun is in Jiang Min's life. Now that Song Yun is dead, Jiang Min feels like her sky is falling.
When the old lady heard what Jiang Min said, she immediately became nervous. When it comes to stabbing to death, there is no difference between the old lady and Mr. Ye. It can be said that they kill people without blinking an eye. Anyway, the maid is not a human being and is already in the hearts of these two people. Deeply ingrained.
But the one who died now was Jiang Min's son. Although he was not as good as the noble son in the capital, he was still a respectable man. Now he died in his own house. If the matter spread, where would the Prime Minister's house put the face
The mother-in-law brought the imperial concubine to the old lady. After the old lady sat down, she pointed at Jiang Min and said: "How to make the decision? Your son actually died in the boudoir of my unmarried granddaughter. If word spreads, do you think I How to settle the reputation of the Prime Minister’s Mansion?”
Gu Qiang stood nearby, lowering her head respectfully. If she listened carefully, she could tell that the old lady's aura was quite disturbed. Of course, the old lady herself didn't notice it at all. She probably thought the puffer fish was very good. Let’s eat
Jiang Min reached out and wiped her tears and nose with her sleeves. She raised her eyes and looked at the old lady in disbelief. She moved her mouth and asked sadly: "What do you mean by the old lady? Is it right for my baby to die?" ?”
Which is more important, the face of your Prime Minister's Palace or my son's life
Standing nearby, Mr. Ye finally calmed down. Gu Zhihua's maid went over to put some clothes on her, and she no longer looked as embarrassed as before.