Rescue the loyal dog system

When Wang Peng arrived at the Song Mansion, after communicating with Song Rusheng, he went to find Gu Wuyi and the others. No one knew what they talked about that night.After the Hundred Flowers Festival, everything in Yulin City returned to the way it was before.

Jiang Zisu sat in a closed carriage. After a few days, he could only see the light when someone threw a few steamed buns from the roof. The complete closure made it impossible for Jiang Zisu to know where he was going. Everyone has lost a lot of weight, but they have sharpened their spirits, and their exhausted appearance is no different from others.

Based on the number of times the carriage was opened and the light seen, about five days later, the carriage stopped moving, and everyone was driven into the room again, then blindfolded, and led away by a rope.

Turning and turning, gradually you can hear the sound of jingling, like iron objects colliding. It was strange that the cloth in front of him was taken off. Jiang Zisu blocked the sun with his hand to relieve the tingling pain. Unexpected scenes before.

From Jiang Zisu's point of view, Jiang country has no foreign enemies, trade is prosperous, and the people are not very rich, at least they have no worries about food and clothing.But after arriving in Yulin City, they found corrupt officials, abducted women, strong men and people who were whipped in front of them.

"Why are you standing there? You don't need to do anything!" A foreman kicked Jiang Zisu, his face was full of flesh and he trembled while speaking, making the long scar on his face look very fierce.

Except for a few people who took whips, everyone else held hammers or poles in their hands, walking under the scorching sun, and everyone had more or less scars on their bodies.

Looking at the officers and soldiers standing around the mine, Jiang Zisu finally knew what these strong men were for.

After staying in the mine for several days, Jiang Zisu didn't have a chance to check the situation, not only the strict guards, but also the pampered Jiang Zisu didn't have so much energy to investigate because of working all day long.

Nibbling on the steamed buns in his hands, Jiang Zisu found that the number of guards had doubled, and the original dog hole had been blocked. Seeing someone approaching, he quickly bowed his head, just like other depressed people.

"Is there nothing wrong with the mine?" A man in black glanced at the supervisor indifferently, and then looked around.

After the news of Wu Ji's death spread to the capital, although the letter said that a woman who was raped by Mo Wenshu entered the brothel with a grudge and implicated Wu Ji in retaliation, Jiang Zicheng still suspected that something was wrong and sent a few henchmen Go to various important nodes to check.

"My lord, everything is fine here." Hong Bo looked obsequiously at the person in front of him, and then whipped his whip towards the person who was watching, "What are you looking at! Do your job well!"

Hong Bo was originally a prisoner on death row in Zengding County. He was caught by Mo Qingping and executed Qiuhouwen. He was transferred to the mine suddenly. It is also moisturizing.

"Look, my lord, that batch was sent over a few days ago." Hong Bo knew that many of the people inside were death row inmates transferred from the prison, and there were also many people transferred from other places, which was illegal.But this has nothing to do with my good life, the closed mine is my own territory.

In this mine, bullying the weak and fearing the strong is like a lawless place for those prisoners and a nightmare for pure and kind people.

Hu Wen looked at the dejected looks of those people, nodded with some satisfaction, glanced at a figure, and saw that he looked familiar, just as he was about to walk over, he saw him gnawing a steamed bun without any image, smiled mockingly, then turned and left .

Seeing the back of Hu Wen leaving, Jiang Zisu swallowed the steamed buns in his mouth with difficulty. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Jiang Zisu would never have believed that the person who made these people homeless was not in Zhuanyu, but in Xiaoqiang , or from the virtuous king praised by everyone in the capital.

Wang Peng received the news from the hidden guards around Jiang Zisu, and arranged the task intensively. If he succeeds this time, the court will undergo a big change, and Jiang Zisu's position as the prince will be more stable.

Not to mention that Wang Peng was worried, but Song's mansion was very relaxed, for no other reason than Song Zhixin's birthday was coming.

Song Confucian knew that Song Zhixin didn't like his big fanfare, so he just asked people to give alms outside the city, and then personally cooked a birthday banquet for Song Zhixin, and let Gu Wuyi help him.

"Brother Song, let me come." Xie Yun came to the kitchen and saw Rusheng Song busying himself with white flour all over his body, and took the bowl from Rusheng Song with a light smile.

"Yun'er, you..." Be careful.Song Rusheng originally wanted to remind Xie Yun to pay attention, but seeing her proficient knife skills, he swallowed the words silently.

More than ten years have passed, and Xie Yun has changed a lot. She is not as charming as she was at the beginning, nor is she as hateful and desperate as she was later.Song Confucianism looked at Xie Yun's side face, it seemed that the years had favored her.

Xie Yun sensed Song Rusheng's gaze, and her heart, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly beat violently. When she was flustered, the movements of her hands were a little unstable, and the tip of the knife cut her fingers obliquely.

The pain was still tolerable. Before he put down the knife and took out the handkerchief, Confucian Song held his fingers in his mouth. After the reaction, the two men in their 30s blushed as if they were just beginning to fall in love.

Gu Wuyi looked at the two people as if there was no one else around, and quietly exited the kitchen, and saw Song Zhixin standing there with bright eyes, walked to the door and turned his head, as if he wanted to continue looking in.

Gu Wuyi shook his head helplessly, took Song Zhixin's hand, and walked towards the door. When he was far away, he nodded Song Zhixin's forehead: "You, you, children, don't be curious about adults."

"Sister Gu, I'm already old enough!" Song Zhixin complained because of Gu Wuyi's words, as if he was a little angry at Gu Wuyi's words.

"Huh? What is it that you are not a child between us?" Gu Wuyi stopped holding hands without letting go, and held Song Zhixin in his arms with his left hand, and put his lips next to Song Zhixin's ear, speaking slowly.

Gu Wuyi is 1.7 meters five, and Song Zhixin, who is 1.6 meters, is held in Gu Wuyi's arms, looking very petite.

Song Zhixin felt sweaty in his palms, his heart was beating very fast as if it wasn't his own, Gu Wuyi's hot breath hit his ears, like a hook, making Song Zhixin's emotions go up and down, and he forgot to refute Gu Wuyi if.

"Sister Song, Sister Gu." At the gate, Xiao Mingguo saw two people holding hands from a distance, and waved happily.

"Xiao Mingguo, where are your other little friends?" Song Zhixin felt sorry for Xiao Mingguo who was living outside at such a young age, so he invited Xiaomingguo and his friends to the Song Mansion on the occasion of his birthday.

"They said they were embarrassed, so they went directly to the east gate for dinner." Xiao Mingguo scratched his head, but he was also a little embarrassed to come here, but the little fat guy kept playing around, so he had to follow along.

"Hehe, it's okay, let's go in." Song Zhixin let go of Gu Wuyi's hand, squeezed Xiao Mingguo's face, and led her in.

Gu Wuyi saw Song Zhixin holding the two children, completely ignoring himself, a little confused, standing there thinking about the reason.

Song Zhixin looked back and saw that Gu Wuyi was like a goose, and asked Xiao Pangdun to hold Xiao Mingguo's hand, then walked back and complained: "What are you doing standing there?"

Holding Gu Wuyi's hand and walking, Song Zhixin turned her head, her red earlobes were exposed in the fluttering hair, looking from a distance, it was harmonious.

Xiao Mingguo has a pure heart and knows how to look at people. Halfway through the birthday party, Hanxiao and the others were very happy. Xie Yun didn't want to look for the lost child of his friend, and the others didn't have to think about the virtuous king behind him.

In the evening, Hanxiao and Mo Huaisang all came out to drink tea with Song Zhixin in the gazebo, which was quite pleasant.

When Wang Peng came over that day, Hanxiao told everything, kept her worries in her heart, and concentrated on taking care of Mo Huaisang, and her relationship with Mo Huaisang had grown a lot in the past week or so.

The relationship between Chu Qian and Qin Keke is also clear, but the relationship between Gu Wuyi and Song Zhixin is so hazy that people can't see through it.

Song Zhixin has been a little entangled recently. Since Gu Wuyi kissed her that day, she found that her heartbeat was a little uncontrollable towards Gu Wuyi, and she dared not look into her eyes.

"Hey, what's going on with you?" Qin Ke could see that the few of them were happily chatting, and took Gu Wuyi aside, dangling a blade of grass in his hand, smiling wickedly.

Gu Wuyi was also a little helpless, since she kissed Song Zhixin that day, she seemed to avoid her closeness, although she concealed it well, how could Gu Wuyi not see it.

Looking sideways, Song Zhixin and Chu Qian were chatting about literature masters, and when they talked about their favorite poets, their eyes were full of excitement.

Everyone has their own field. Song Zhixin is a lady raised in a deep boudoir. She doesn't know martial arts and intrigues, but she is familiar with poetry and books.

Gu Wuyi couldn't tell how he felt towards Song Zhixin at the beginning, but this comfortable state made his tense heart come to Song Zhixin's side, relaxing like never before, like a fish that has experienced the waves of the sea After surging, it merged into a calm stream, and I was reluctant to leave.

Anyway, the days are still long, and Gu Wuyi is not in a hurry. She has time to wait for Song Zhixin to fall in love with her. If she has no heart for her, she can't force her. She still remembers what Song Zhixin's wish was at the beginning, so Gu Wuyi also Don't dare to express your feelings easily.

That's it, there is still one behind-the-scenes manipulator that hasn't been solved yet, and it's too early to talk about the love between children.

Looking at Song Zhixin, Gu Wuyi's smile remained unchanged, and his eyes were full of smiles, but he just hid his fondness in his heart tightly.

Mo Huaisang's injury was still not healed on the moon, and he accompanied her back to the room with a smile. Seeing that it was getting late, the others stopped chatting and each guarded the person they cared about.

"Zhixin, what do you want?" After returning to the room, Gu Wuyi looked into Song Zhixin's eyes and asked seriously.

Touching the tenderness in Gu Wuyi's eyes, Song Zhixin's face became hot, and she was a little surprised at her own reaction. She suddenly thought that when she first met Gu Wuyi, she also asked herself what wish she had. Now that it's been nearly three months, she doesn't know what the future holds for Gu Wuyi. What are your plans.

Thinking that when the time is up, he may not be able to see the person in front of him, he suddenly felt a little flustered, looking at Gu Wuyi's eyes with bewilderment, before his brain could react, he blurted out what was in his heart.

"I want Sister Gu to be by my side all the time."

After finishing speaking, Song Zhixin blushed thoroughly, and she looked forward to Gu Wuyi's reaction, but Gu Wuyi looked at Song Zhixin's pursed red lips, and suddenly thought of the kiss that day.

After tasting the sweetness, I want to try and try again, but I worry about gains and losses when I am close to my eyes.

The author has something to say: I regret that I haven’t finished writing a single story for so long, and make a new year’s wish, update it well, don’t lose your hair, don’t lose your hair, don’t lose your hair.Do you have any New Year’s resolutions? Let’s talk about it. Comments and send red envelopes (smiling)