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The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and Jiang Chen returned to the mansion under the cover of night.

He lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking. He was so focused that he didn't notice the dark shadow under the eaves.

It was not until the dark shadow moved slightly that Jiang Chen suddenly looked up.

The two looked at each other in silence. Jiang Chen was too tired, and he was not able to react to the series of events today. Even though he had expected it, he did not expect the emperor to plot against Jiang Nanxi.

Ling Si took a step forward and walked into the moonlight, the bright white color sprinkled on the other person's face, hazy and soft.

Jiang Chen leaned his head on the young man's shoulder and complained quietly: "I'm so tired."

"Go and rest first."

Jiang Chen put most of his weight on Ling Si's shoulders. Hearing this, he rubbed them and said, "Wait a moment."

"——Are your feet sore?"

He didn't know how long Ling Si had been standing there. When he saw the young man for the first time, all the fatigue in his heart came back to him, making him want to lean on him.

Ling Si did as he said and put his arm around his waist. The young man put his hand lightly on his shoulder and fell asleep immediately.

He picked up Jiang Chen and carried him to his room. He stood in front of the couch for a while, brushed away his hand that was clutching the corner of his clothes, and stuffed it into the quilt.

With a creak, the door closed.

The person in the room's eyelashes fluttered, as if he was about to wake up, but eventually fell into a deeper sleep.

......

The next day, Jiang Chen got up very early and did not see Ling Si in the bedroom.

Zhu Lin replied: "The Marquis is in the backyard."

When Jiang Chen walked over, the young man was playing chess with himself, holding white in one hand and black in the other. The last piece fell, and the game ended in a draw.

He is not very good at chess and can only see some of the tricks.

Jiang Chen asked: "Why can't you tell who's the winner? You're playing against yourself."

It is clearly controllable.

"What's the point?"

Ling Si glanced at him. Compared with winning or losing, a draw requires more thinking. Winning or losing is simple. One is weak and the other is strong. It is not easy to maintain a balanced stalemate.

Jiang Chen didn't want to talk about this. He covered the chessboard and leaned over half of his body. "You didn't even ask me what happened yesterday."

"Just tell me what you want to say." Ling Si pinched his cheek and rubbed it. "If you don't want to tell me, I'll check it myself."

Perhaps it was a little inconvenient, so Jiang Chen simply sat next to the young man, pinched his fingers and played with them, and told him what happened yesterday.

Gentle and calm, totally unlike the tension of yesterday.

The flower-viewing party hosted by the Queen only invited unmarried women from official families in the capital, and Jiang Nanxi was also on the invitation list.

She went there with great joy, and halfway through the flower-viewing party, the Queen told her the purpose of inviting all the girls.

If there is no war and the people are stable, the draft will proceed as usual according to the three-year tradition.

Some who wanted a place in the harem were naturally very happy, and those who didn't want to be trapped in the palace walls all looked for ways to escape. The only way was to get engaged.

But where can one find a suitable fiancé in such a short period of time, especially under the watchful eyes of the royal family?

The empress represented the emperor's opinion. If there were too few people on the list on the day of the selection, it would be a slap in the emperor's face. Therefore, most officials would not offend the emperor for her even if they had to sacrifice one of their daughters. Moreover, being favored in the palace would also benefit their relatives in the officialdom.

Jiang Nanxi was pulled to the Queen's side and talked to her about some insignificant personal matters. She knew she couldn't escape.

His sister started crying as soon as she got home. Jiang Chen was so anxious that he wanted to pick up a knife and chop off that old cow eating young grass on the throne.

It's not that he hadn't thought about arranging a marriage for Jiang Nanxi first, but the Jiang family occupied an important area in Lingnan, and they were already in a dangerous situation. Disobeying the emperor's will would be giving him a handle, and he didn't know when he would be executed on false charges.

Jiang Chen lowered his head and whispered, "Am I useless?"

"You tried your best." Ling Si was silent for a moment, and touched his hair that had not yet been tied up. It was soft and fragile. "As long as the Jiang family is here, my sister will not suffer any grievances in the palace."

He suddenly recalled the day when he left the north. The wind and sand were rolling, covering the sky and the sun. The entire Zhenbei Army saw them off with determined eyes.

He also wondered whether the Ling clan members would blame him, thinking that he had wasted his life by allowing them to be recruited and disrupted by the emperor, and those who were convicted would be convicted and those who were imprisoned would be imprisoned.

But he had no other choice. Not only the emperor but also he himself was absurd and paralyzed all day. He couldn't retreat. There were still many living members of the Ling family behind him who needed him.

Although annihilation is tragic, they also have the right to live and the right not to become victims of royal struggles.

Jiang Chen tentatively kissed the corner of his mouth. The young man did not dodge, but turned his head and looked down at him.

Kissing is also a way to comfort and vent.

The boy's noses touched his, and he opened his lips slightly to take his.

After a few deep kisses, Jiang Chen had already sat in his arms, his eyelashes a little wet. The sunlight shone in from the side of the pavilion, passed through the bamboo forest, and painted a stroke on the bodies of the two people hugging each other.

Living bamboo.