Rebirth of the Dizi Wushuang

"The prince of Xiaoyao?" Jiang Ying frowned when he heard that Jiang Luoyu, the son of the prince of Xiaoyao, whom he had just met, frowned slightly, and his anger subsided a little, and his words became more thoughtful. "How could this matter have anything to do with him? Isn't Sister Qinghong from Zhenwei Garden? How could she be sent to the side of that new cousin, but what did you do?"

The old mother didn't expect that she said the murderer, the young master in front of her didn't show anger, but thought deeply, she couldn't help panicking for a while, and hurriedly interjected: "Back to the young master, it's the madam who insists on killing the young master." Red sent to the past, to Xiaoyao Wang Shizi as the internal response of Zhenwei Garden."

"Do internal response?" Hearing the crucial two words, Jiang Ying narrowed his eyes immediately, and his voice became a little colder, "What internal response?"

The old mother didn't know what she said was wrong, but when she looked up at Jiang Ying's expression at this time, she saw that cold expression on Jiang Ying's face, and her heart sank, she was afraid It was his words just now that caused Jiang Ying's dissatisfaction. He was afraid that he would not avenge his niece, so he quickly continued to argue.

"Back to the young master, the madam is also for the good of the young master. The prince Xiaoyao is a twin, but he has the wealth of the royal family with him. At that time, there was no such thing as the young lady entering the palace to become a concubine. You know it, young master. If you want Transferring back to Kyoto from a foreign post requires management from top to bottom..."

After saying these words, the old mama raised her head again to look at Jiang Ying's expression, and found that Jiang Ying's expression seemed to soften a bit as expected, so she knew what she said was right, so she continued while the iron was hot.

"During this period of time, the dowry in Madam's hands was not enough, so she came up with the idea of ​​Prince Xiaoyao, wanting Qinghong to work as a maid over there, so she could steal the account book from the yard, and Qinghong is Zhenwei. The smartest and most beautiful person in the garden, and has always been loyal to his wife, that's why..."

"Needless to say, the matter is almost clear to me."

This time, before the old mother in front of her finished speaking, Jiang Ying lowered her eyes thoughtfully, as if a sly light flashed in her eyes, and said in a low voice while walking slowly towards the hanging flower door not far away .

"Mother sent Qinghong there. It was foolproof. The prince Xiaoyao heard that he was still filial, but he couldn't take the maid into the house. If he could get the account book of the property of the palace, he would use a trick to lure a man in to become the prince Xiaoyao. The rest of the descendants of King Xiaoyao are bastards and have not reached the crown, so they can justifiably hand over their property to the county palace for safekeeping temporarily."

Speaking of this, the smile on his face deepened a bit, and his fair side face showed a complacent look under the sun, and his fingers gently touched a lush plant planted by the hanging flower door. On the trunk of the pear tree, just now continued.

"When it's handed over to us for safekeeping, it's not the Xiaoyao Palace's business where the money ends up."

When the old mother heard him talk about these things, she almost thought exactly the same as if she had stayed with Mrs. Zhen from the beginning, with a look of surprise on her face, thinking that when her eldest master was leaving the mansion, He is so smart that he hardly looks good, but he is too lecherous and a little frivolous. Since he was released from his foreign post and returned to the house again, he has become more scheming and happier.

"The eldest young master and the madam think exactly the same, but since the incident with the young lady, the madam has been lingering on the sick bed and can't do anything, the huge mansion has been occupied by the Mu family, not to mention taking action against the prince of Xiaoyao. "

Right now, as long as she thinks that she can sway the young master in front of her, she can only feel lucky when dealing with the prince Xiaoyao who has escaped Zhen's schemes again and again, the murderer who killed her niece, and she will feel the pain all over her body. Filled with the pleasure of revenge, the crying became a bit louder than before.

"Eldest young master, we Qinghong... Such an innocent girl was beaten to death by the prince Xiaoyao when she was doing things for his wife. The young master is Qinghong's sweetheart, but she must do her best for Qinghong." Red revenge!"

Seeing the sad old woman in front of her, Jiang Ying couldn't bear it for a while, and then remembered that she had seen in the daytime, that young man with a kind of absent-mindedness in his eyes and lips, with a smile on his face. His expression turned serious, and his eyes became more profound: "Don't worry, Mammy, I have my own calculations on this matter, so please pay attention to me."

Listening to his words, the old mama knew that he had agreed to her words, so she immediately got up and walked quickly to his side, her eyes were shining with the light of a trick, and she nodded repeatedly as she listened: "Yes, yes ..."

"Isn't he a twin?" After the old mama finished telling her, watching her hurriedly running to the yard outside, Jiang Ying couldn't help showing a bit of ambiguous expression on her face, but there was an inexplicable strangeness in her smile, muttering He muttered, "Fortunately, it's just a twin."

On the second day after seeing Jiang Ying, at noon, Jiang Luoyu was looking down at a book of poems in the Bibo Garden of Xiyuan.

When he saw the note written with a vermilion brush on the yellowed paper, his fingers seemed to move towards the small red word uncontrollably until his fingertips completely touched the word. When it was time to move, it seemed as if it was suddenly burned by something, and it withdrew its hand faster than the speed it moved over just now.

This seems to have been written just a few days ago, and the red ink is still wet. It was written by the person who sat on the arhat bed not far away, with a brush dipped in cinnabar, with a calm expression and a little bit of care.

That person... who is that person?

Thinking of this, Jiang Luoyu felt a white shadow flash across his eyes, and he loosened his fingers unconsciously, and the whole book slid down from his white fingertips, and gently patted on the stone slab under his feet.

"My lord, a man who looks like a servant came out of Caiyuan just now, and said..." Just as he lowered his head and looked at the poetry collection under his feet in a daze, with his white fingers slightly curled up, there was a smile outside the study door. But suddenly there was a light knock on the door, followed by the sound of Zhuyue, and the sound of pushing the door slightly open.

As soon as she entered the door, the eldest maid saw that her eldest son seemed to have just recovered, and there was some kind of inexplicable daze in her eyes. She looked at the somewhat familiar poetry collection again, and immediately knew that her elder son must have thought of Bai Bai again. The twins sighed helplessly, picked up the book of poems with a low body, and called out in a low voice: "Your Majesty?"

"It's nothing." Hearing her voice, Jiang Luoyu seemed to come back to his senses suddenly, and his expression changed immediately, and his expression also recovered.

In the past, Dan Dan, watching Zhuyue put the book of poems back on the table, asked, "What did you say, the man who looks like a servant?"

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After Zhuyue heard the words, she didn't dare to be negligent, and hurriedly lowered her body and replied: "Hui Shizi, that young man is from the Xiuzhu Garden of the Eldest Young Master, please come and have a drink during lunch."

"Jiang Ying asked me to go to Xiuzhu Garden alone for a drink?" Jiang Luoyu didn't expect this to happen, her eyes widened in a strange way, her fair fingers tapped lightly on the armrest a few times, and the smile on her lips A little more thoughtful, "You didn't hear me wrong, did he really say that?"

Zhuyue nodded, and replied with a serious expression: "Hui Shizi, I heard you right, it really is..."

"That's really strange." Jiang Luoyu paused her fingers slightly when she heard the affirmation from the big maid in front of her, turned her gaze to the lush trees not far from the window, and said in a low voice, "It's only been a few days since he entered the mansion. He was so disrespectful to Mrs. Mu that day, and now Mrs. Zhen is sick in bed, shouldn't he be busy seizing the power in the mansion, and find some money for his future official career..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Luoyu suddenly fell into a strange silence, Zhuyue couldn't help but leaned over curiously, and asked in a low voice: "...Your Majesty?"

Jiang Luoyu closed her eyes, the original strangeness in her words disappeared without a trace, as if she had suddenly figured out some joint, with a faint smile on her lips, she said to the questioning Zhuyue in front of her: "It's all right, you go back to the young master and say that I will make an appointment in the evening."

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When I reported month by month, I thought that my son would not go, but now when I heard Jiang Luoyu's words, my expression changed immediately, and I said repeatedly: "My son, are you really going, but..."

"It doesn't matter, Jiang Ying should not know martial arts, and there are people from Hanjiang Pavilion ambushing in the mansion. Even if you are not by my side, if there is something wrong with the situation, I will definitely be able to react. You don't have to worry." Jiang Luoyu stood up, Gently stroking his dark blue sleeves, the smile on his lips could not help but fade a little.

"Besides, he sent a young man to invite me. If I don't go, wouldn't he have told him from the beginning that Mrs. Zhen and I are now at odds, afraid that he would harm me by inviting me?"

Hearing what he said every month, he knew that his son was definitely going, and he couldn't think of any other reason to stop him for a while, so he lowered his body and replied: "Yes, son."

Half an hour later, Jiang Luoyu was dressed in green clothes, with only a green hairpin on her head, and walked slowly to Xiuzhu Garden with Sleeping Star behind her. When she was about to step in, she kept guarding in front of the hanging flower gate But the little servant suddenly walked up to Jiang Luoyu, smiled and gave Jiang Luoyu a bow, and said softly.

"His Royal Highness, our young master is waiting for you alone in the gazebo at this time. Please turn to the corridor after entering the door. You will see it in a while."

Hearing this, Jiang Luoyu couldn't help but sharpen the smile on his lips. Knowing that this was Jiang Ying telling herself to go to the appointment alone, she became a little more wary in her heart, but she still turned sideways and said : "That's it, Sleeping Star."

Mian Xing also heard the meaning of the boy's words, and a look of worry appeared on his face for a while, and he hurriedly took a step forward, then lowered his voice and replied: "Yes, son, you..."