Back when the villain boy [Rebirth]

Does she hate me?

Jiang Zhou stood there for a while, a little discouraged.In her previous life, Shang Yi treated her pretty well when the bond was just formed, but one day she suddenly became indifferent, and since then the two seem to be in harmony, and their relationship is no longer there.

She didn't know what she did wrong, but in retrospect, the tenderness that seemed to be there for a month after the bond was formed seemed like a dream, maybe it never existed, it was just her fantasy when she was drunk.

But Shang Yi was upright and polite, and she was unrestrained at that time, so it was reasonable for her to hate herself.

Jiang Zhou clenched his fists and secretly made up his mind that he must be a well-behaved person in this life, slowly make Guanghan Jun like him, and finally become the marquis of rebellion, marry Guanghan Jun, and reach the pinnacle of life!

The corners of her mouth turned up, thinking of the happy life in the future, she couldn't help laughing.In the future, I will be able to touch Mr. Guanghan's little hands, kiss my little mouth, and rub my little tits... just thinking about it makes me happy.

"Jiang Zhou!" Song Qingyun saw her figure in the crowd and called out hastily.

Seeing her not coming back for a long time, Uncle Song was worried, fearing that something might happen to the girl, so he and his daughter went out to look for her separately.

Hearing the shout, Jiang Zhou looked back with a smile.

The girl was dressed in red with black hair, her skin was as fair as jade, her peach blossom eyes were curved, and the bright lights reflected in her eyes, as if the sky was full of stars.

Song Qingyun stared blankly for a moment.

Jiang Zhou was so happy that he walked with the wind, and jumped in front of Song Qingyun, "I'm just about to go back."

Song Qingyun regained consciousness and went home with her: "Where did you go?"

Jiang Zhou: "Immortal Sleep."

"Immortal sleep?" Song Qingyun is a local, so he naturally knows that ordinary people can't enter that place, "Who brought you there?"

Jiang Zhou smiled and said, "Quzhang Yuan."

Song Qingyun's eyes lit up, "I'm just about to enter Wendao Academy." He said worriedly: "It's a pity that the head of the academy doesn't lead classes now, and I really want to directly worship her."

Jiang Zhou remembered the conversation between those people in the restaurant, and asked, "Qingyun, do you know about Qianji Class?"

Song Qingyun frowned and did not speak for a while.

Jiang Zhou wondered, "Why do you all look like this when you talk about Qianji Class?"

Song Qingyun pulled her into a secluded alley, "This is a taboo in our East China Sea."

Jiang Zhou thought to himself, what's so taboo about this.

Song Qingyun whispered: "Do you know Lou Yiqiao?"

Jiang Zhou was shocked, "That person..."

"That traitor was the squad leader of Qianji Squad ten years ago."

Song Qingyun didn't want to say any more, and buried himself in leading the way.Jiang Zhou knew that Lou Yiqiao was the chief culprit of Changhe's defeat and Dasheng's eternal sinner.It's just that Lou Yiqiao is a student of Wuya Academy, there is such a "senior", no wonder no one has signed up for the Qianji class.

The alleys are long and curved, the bluestone slabs are clean and flat, and the moonlit night is quiet, with cicadas singing and dogs barking faintly heard in the distance.

A few drunk men staggered from the opposite side.

Song Qingyun recognized them as hooligans in the city, cursed inwardly, and pulled Jiang Zhou forward with his head bowed, not wanting to cause trouble.

Seeing that they were the only two beautiful girls on this road, the drunk man stepped forward and teased, "Little beauty, let's go have a few drinks with my grandfather."

Song Qingyun kept silent, and wanted to leave quickly, but the man came to hold her back, "I'm calling you, didn't you hear?"

His hands stopped in the air.

With a wooden sword pressed against his chest, Jiang Zhou walked out from behind Song Qingyun, "Do you want to fight?"

Seeing her appearance, the hooligans' eyes lit up. They only planned to tease her casually, but this time they really didn't want to let her go.Several people gathered together, "What's the name of the little beauty?"

Song Qingyun was worried, no matter how good Jiang Zhou performed in the martial arts test, she was just a little girl, and she was definitely not as strong as this group of hooligans, not to mention that there were so many of them.She lowered her voice and said, "Let's take this opportunity and run away."

Jiang Zhou said calmly: "Okay, but wait for me, close your eyes and count from one to ten."

Song Qingyun was puzzled, "Why?"

Jiang Zhou leaned over, raised his hand to cover her eyes, turned his right hand, and stabbed the hooligan who had accosted him with his wooden sword.

The drunks surrounded him, but Jiang Zhou didn't dodge or dodge, calmly as if he was spraying ink, and the wooden sword came out quickly, and he overwhelmed everyone with two or three blows.

There was darkness in front of him, only the cold wind suddenly picked up, Song Qingyun's hairs stood on end, counting silently in his heart.

"One, two...ten."

Every time he counted, there was a scream in the alley, and when it reached ten, Jiang Zhou put down his hand.

The hooligans fell to the ground in disarray, their noses and faces were swollen, and they kept begging for mercy.

Jiang Zhou stood among the screaming big guys, fastened his sword smartly, and said with a smile, "Is it exactly ten?"

This scene was too impactful, Song Qingyun didn't recover, his face was dull, "You..."

Jiang Zhou clapped his hands, "Okay, let's go back."

"Wait!", the hooligan leader staggered up against the wall, and said, "There is a way to leave a name!"

Who is stupid enough to leave a name?

Song Qingyun secretly slandered, but Jiang Zhou said loudly, "Okay!"

She was so frightened that she quickly grabbed the girl, "Don't be impulsive, there are people behind them, you can't handle them."

Jiang Zhou signaled her to rest assured, and continued: "Listen, I will change my name and surname if I am going or not, so is Chu Liuxing!"

Chu Liuxing?Isn't he a senior from Martial Arts Academy?

Song Qingyun quickly understood this time, looked at Jiang Zhou with a smile, and quickly slipped away.

In the early morning of the next day, the sky was light and the moon was sinking.

Shang Yi got up from the academy, walked across most of Spring City, got a hot osmanthus cake from Xianrenmian, then turned to West Street, and stood at the entrance of the alley.Chickens crow and dogs bark, lights are lit up in every house one after another, and smoke rises from the kitchen.

Jiang Zhou woke up shivering from the cold, got up yawning, and pushed the door out.

Uncle Song was squatting in the yard, carrying a pot of hot water, and was about to wash up, "Xiaozhou, you woke up so early? Didn't sleep well?"

Jiang Zhou smiled and said, "I slept well."

Uncle Song: "That's good. I thought it was Qingyun who snatched your bedding. She hasn't been sleeping well since she was a child."

Jiang Zhou sucked his stuffed nose, just smiled, and after washing up, he said goodbye to Uncle Song: "Uncle, I'm going to the academy."

Uncle Song stayed, "Leave after breakfast."

Jiang Zhou slipped out from the door, "Someone is waiting for me!"

Shang Yi said she would come to her last night, but she didn't hold out hope, but what if Shang Yi really came regardless of the past?

Uncle Song shouted: "Then get some buns before leaving!"

But the girl has long since slipped away.

The autumn morning was a bit chilly, the cold wind passed through the alley, Jiang Zhou pulled his thin clothes, sneezed, and his eyes were red.

Last night she woke up several times from the cold, and Song Qingyun snatched the quilt for the whole night.Unexpectedly, Song Qingyun looked soft and weak, but he was so fierce when he grabbed the quilt in his sleep. Human potential is indeed infinite.

At the intersection of the alley, a familiar figure stood in the wind, his clothes fluttering.

Jiang Zhou's eyes lit up all of a sudden, he trotted over, and shouted with a smile, "Shang Yi!"

Shang Yi bent the corner of her mouth, "En."

Jiang Zhou said: "It's so early, I didn't keep you waiting long."

Shang Yi shook her head, "I just came here too, have you had breakfast? I bought osmanthus cake."

"No." Jiang Zhou took the warm sweet-scented osmanthus cake and said happily, "How do you know that I love this the most?"

Shang Yi said softly: "Guess, as long as you like it."

Jiang Zhou took a few bites and asked, "Have you eaten?"

Shang Yi nodded.

Jiang Zhou blinked and smiled, "Take you to a good place."

Chuncheng has just woken up, bathed in the morning light, and the blue tiles on the cornices are shimmering.

Compared with the orderly imperial capital Kunwu, this ancient city with a hint of style in its name is more lazy.At Chenshi, the doors of the shops on the street are opened for the second time, and pedestrians walk calmly, going to work and studying, and living a happy life.

The young performer sat lazily under the mulberry tree on the street, and when he got interested, he plucked the strings once or twice.Several uncles holding chess pieces also walked under the tree, slowly placed the tables and chairs, and started the day's recreation.

Jiang Zhou has been to many places, but he likes this ancient city the most. He likes its lazy and calm demeanor, as well as its fireworks and human touch.

She took Shang Yi's hand, walked through the alley in the early morning, and ran to the Huajian River.The morning glow is reflected in the clear river, and the flower windows of the embroidered buildings built against the river are opened one after another, and beautiful women poke their heads out of them, dressing up in front of the river.

This rosy-purple river is soaked in powder, and a hazy mist rises from the river. In the mist, a black boat slowly rolls.The Huajian River with the sound of oars and lights is like a beautiful woman who will never age, sitting in the peach blossoms of the Spring City, with low eyebrows and half holding the pipa, playing all the beauties and bones of the past thousands of years, the rise and fall are like dreams.

Jiang Zhou and Shang Yi sat on the bluestone by the river bank.

The black canopy boat rowed across the smooth mirror-like water, and the sweet-scented osmanthus girl stood at the bow, smiling and tossing them two sticks of sweet-scented osmanthus.

The teachings of the Wuya Academy for thousands of years have made the people in this city so kind and generous, and they are not afraid to share their kindness and happiness with others.

Shang Yi smiled slightly.

She has lived in the imperial capital since she was a child, and she has a fief for thousands of miles, but she can only be used as a tool for the emperor to control Chu, and is trapped in Kunwu.

A bird in a cage, no matter how bright its feathers are, is also unhappy.So when she heard the name of Marquis Niming, she wondered what kind of person could live such a reckless and unrestrained life.

Jiang Zhou tilted his head, and the girl's usually cold eyebrows shone slightly in the morning sun.

She pursed her lips and snickered, and quietly hooked Shang Yi's hand. Shang Yi's fingers trembled slightly, but she didn't pull it away.

"I like this place very much." Jiang Zhou said softly, "So I want to show you."

She wanted to do this in her previous life, but unfortunately the East China Sea was in ruins and the scenery on the Huajian River was no longer there.

Shang Yi: "It's beautiful."

The corners of Jiang Zhou's mouth turned up, "That's great."

To be able to go back ten years ago and dedicate the best things in her life to her lover.

Shang Yi smiled and said, "That's great."

She doesn't regret giving up everything and coming to Donghai.

No matter whether it is royal power or hegemony, wealth or longevity, it is not as good as the slowly flowing river in front of you and the brilliant haze above your head.

After watching Zhaoxia, it was almost time for the school to release the rankings.

Jiang Zhou was uneasy, thinking in a panic, if he didn't pass the exam, wouldn't he have to repeat the exam for a year?

Shang Yi held her hand tightly, "Don't be afraid."

There were more and more pedestrians on the street, and a little boy stood by the side of the road, waving the newspaper in his hand vigorously, shouting loudly: "Selling newspapers! They actually did such a thing in the spirit test!"

Jiang Zhou and Shang Yi looked at each other, walked up to the little boy, "Buy a newspaper."