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Jiang Jinxing blinked his round eyes and said, "Princess Xiang suffered, that happened a few years ago."
At that time, he had just entered Bailu Academy.
When the weather was hot, sister couldn't pretend to be ugly and disguised as a man, so she specially told him to help keep an eye on those sleazy dudes in the academy, and don't let them make trouble for Rong Ting.
He still remembers the appearance of sister at that time, nervous, he was young at that time, he was fooled, he really thought that Rong Ting was bullied in the academy.
Now that I think about it again, Rong Ting might just be deceived on the surface, but he started to stir up the situation behind his back.
If he guessed right, Rong Ting had already identified his sister before he graduated from the academy.
Most people in the world are bluffs, but very few can restrain their edge.
This person, let my elder sister misunderstand that he is weak and bully, without explaining, pushed the boat along the way, created a lot of opportunities to get along,
Deep scheming.
However, this is within the scope of what he can bear, and he is only annoyed by one point.
If the estrangement between Princess Xiang and King Xiang was really his handiwork, he would not have been unaware of the fact that my sister had been investigating Princess Xiang for so long.
Jiang Jinxing was angry in his heart, he didn't show his face, he smiled hippie, and even seemed a little joking.
He knows how much he should say.
He will stop talking about other people's matters between husband and wife, and will not mention any more.
It's best for Sister to guess, go find Rong Ting by herself, and ask her clearly.
If she can't figure it out... He has already hinted once, and he has greeted her in advance.
If she doesn't realize that she has been wronged, as a younger brother, he has to roll up his sleeves and find some ground for her.
Otherwise, the person surnamed Rong would really think that his Jiang family is all idiots.
Jiang Rao didn't answer.
She listened to Jiang Jinxing's words in her heart, but she didn't show an overly surprised expression.
Instead, he took the teapot from Ming Shao's hand, and refilled Jiang Jinxing's cup with tea, "Where are there so many gossips, drinking tea can't stop your mouth."
Sister was deliberately avoiding his questioning.
But judging from this reaction, she should understand what he wanted her to know.
"I can't keep my mouth shut, I'm talking about important things." Jiang Jinxing became satisfied, crossed his legs, and leaned back lazily, "I'm absolutely sure of what I just said. "
He finished his tea and got up satisfied.
"Let's go, don't send it off."
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The curtains were raised and lowered again.
Outside the curtain, the snow is beginning to fall, and the sky is dim.
Inside the curtain, Jiang Rao put down the purple clay pot he was carrying, and lowered his eyebrows and eyes slightly.
Unlike Jiang Jinxing's expression just now when she was still there, there was more thought in her eyes.
The eyes are focused, as if looking at the carved tea tray with the purple clay pot, or as if you are lost in thought, immersed in your own world, thoughtful.
There was thick snow in the courtyard, and the clear sunlight came in through the window lattice and shone on these cups.
The purple clay pot that Jiang Rao put back on the tea tray was in the center of the tea tray.
There are two cups and cups on the side, and these three things are connected to form an extremely straight line.
Jiang Rao looked at it, and suddenly smiled softly. With her loose and casual temperament, she has lived with Rong Ting, an overly clean and tidy person for a long time, and she has learned the other's style invisibly.
Just thinking of what Jiang Jinxing said just now, the smile on her face gradually subsided again.
On the table, the tea is getting cold.
My mind is like a ball of thread that cannot be untied, the more I think about it, the more chaotic it becomes.
…
official residence.
Not even a moment.
Liao Qiubai was in a hurry to find Rong Ting, and walked through the corridor with wind blowing his sleeves.
Rong Ting was leaning on the side of the antique stand, flipping through the bamboo slips, Liao Qiubai strode in, and cut straight to the point, "I came here after hearing the news, is it really the Second Miss Shen from the Shen residence that Young Master Jiang captured?"
When Rong Ting nodded, Liao Qiubai said twice, "It's strange."
"what happened?"
Rong Ting threw the bamboo slips in his hand into Liao Qiubai's hands, "Look."
Liao Qiubai opened the bamboo slips and read: "Wei Wenhan, a person from Shansui County, Qingzhou Prefecture..."
He closed the bamboo slip and handed it back to Rong Ting, "Who is Wei Wenhan?"
"The servant girl in Shen's residence is similar in figure to Shen Xiuying."
"It turned out to be her who died in the sea of fire." Liao Qiubai suddenly realized, "Then, Miss Shen Er has been living as that maid all these years?"
He lowered his head and thought, "In the fire that year, Mrs. Shen also lost her life. Could it be that she also pretended to be someone else..."
Rong Ting shook his head, Liao Qiubai showed an expression of disbelief, "The fire was caused by Miss Shen alone?"
He was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a long time, and then he spoke after a while, his tone still unbelievable, "She just killed a few people, even her own mother, in order to live a more comfortable life..."
Liao Qiubai felt chills in his heart, "So greedy for life, afraid of death and cruel..."
He didn't make any further judgments, but said: "This time, she might not be able to escape the death penalty."
Rong Ting closed the document in his hand.
"The death penalty is still a bit light."
…
Not even a moment.
The sky is still bright.
The inside of the prison was gloomy, as if it was already night.
Shen Xiuying hugged her knees, her body curled up, in a cell that was as cold and damp as a cellar.
She surveyed everything around her with empty eyes and despair, her body trembling.
Something is wrong, there must be something wrong.
In the previous life, the Soul Lamp was obviously stolen by her, and it was in her hands.
It was late at night, she hid in a corner under the corner of the corridor with trembling hands, took out a lamp from her arms, held her hair and burned it into the wick, trying to steal a few cents of blessings and bless herself.
As soon as her hair touched the flames, she was only slightly scorched, and Rong Ting, who rushed over, sealed her throat with a sword.
She thought that she hadn't been able to steal the chance of being blessed, and she even regretted her act of stealing the lamp.
But the moment she opened her eyes again, she was convinced that the soul lamp and the blessings it brought were given to her.
Thirty years of king's life, three years of keeping the lamp, what a profound blessing. In this life, she should have whatever she wants.
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But she still lived to the end, not even as good as in her previous life. In her previous life, she was blamed for being greedy, so she ended up with a short life. In this life... she has nothing left, and she may not live as old as her previous life.
Hugging Shen Xiuying in the corner, her teeth chattered from the cold, and her heart felt cold.
She has always had an obsession in her heart.
She is a person who is protected by the soul-inducing lamp, and everything goes well, and she can turn bad luck into good luck.
If she hadn't believed so firmly, she wouldn't have dared to go back to the capital where people could recognize her at any time.
But all the things she had experienced in these years were connected together, and she couldn't believe it any longer.
She fled away as a maidservant, and fled far away. She thought that with her talent and beauty, she could at least marry a low-ranking official, or even a rich man. Who would have thought that the men I met in these years were all deceived by lard, and they only wanted to be intimate with her, and they didn't want to marry her as the wife of the official matchmaker.
Without her status as the second daughter of the Shen family, how could she live so easily
But she didn't dare to tell others that she was the second girl from the Shen family who came from the capital. Otherwise, being exiled to Ninggu Pagoda, murder and arson, and the crime of deceiving the emperor are not what she wants to suffer.
Jiang Rao is married to King Qi, and her life is so much better than her previous life...
No matter how unwilling she is to face it, she has to admit it.
She stole the lamp, but failed to steal the blessings.
He still protected the person he really wanted to protect.
But who is King Qi
Shen Xiuying couldn't figure it out, and regretted why she didn't interrogate Jiang Rao when she entered Beijing.
She knew that she must have a better life than her, as long as she didn't ask, she could still deceive herself and imagine that Jiang Rao's life was bad.
Shen Xiuying looked down at her thin wrist and chapped skin, and then thought of the cloudy and delicate hand she saw in front of the porridge stand, she was so jealous that she almost shed tears.
Outside the room where she was detained, there were a few footsteps.
"Your Highness, this is it."
With a flattering voice, the jailer turned the key and opened the door to the cell.
All kinds of sounds pierced into Shen Xiuying's ears, causing her to raise her head and straighten her body.
As soon as she heard it, she knew that a big shot was coming outside.
She took a few breaths and tensed up.
Even though she didn't know who it was, she quickly tidied up her messy hair, wiped off the ashes on her face, and there was hope in her eyes.
Maybe, maybe it was her father's old friend.