The Brocaded Tale of The Girl Si

Ji Chongli, the son of Anguo, strode to Ji Chongyi, and looked at the pale appearance of his skinny third brother, who was soaked all over, and he was distressed and angry.

Ji Chongyi is an old son, more than ten years younger than Ji Chongli. In addition to his frail birth, the whole family held him in their palms. Since childhood, Ji Chongyi wanted the stars in the sky and the family members could not wait to pick him off.

Ji Chongli's gaze shifted to Qiao Niang who was standing next to Ji Chongyi.

Ji Chongyi stepped forward to block Qiao Niang behind him, his intention to defend was particularly obvious.

Ji Chongli couldn't help stomping his feet: "Third brother, you are really confused. Are you worthy of your parents?"

Ji Chongyi pursed his lips, but instead held Qiao Niang's hand.

Under the eyes of everyone, Ji Chongli was not good at reprimanding, and said with a cold face: "Fine, let's go back to the mansion first!"

"I want to take Qiaoniang back to the house." Ji Chongyi said, his voice hoarse.

Ji Chongli gave Ji Chongyi a fierce look and ordered the aftermath to take Ji Chongyi and Qiaoniang away in a hurry.

The remaining steward clasped his fists to the crowd, took a hundred and two denominations of silver bills and handed them to an old man who everyone recognized as respectable, and hurried away with the rest.

One hundred taels of silver is not a small amount for the people who came to fight the fire. At that time, everyone surrounded the old man and discussed how to allocate it.

Aman took the opportunity to sneak to the place where Jiang Si had an appointment. Seeing that the black cloth wrapped around Jiang Si's head was soaked, he whispered, "Girl, are you okay?"

"It's okay. Sprinkle the prepared burning paper. Let's go back." Although it was summer, it was night at this time. Jiang Si had just come out of the water again. When the wind blew, she felt cold and her lips turned pale. .

Ah Man was busy doing what he said.

"Girl, all right."

Jiang Si nodded, and the master and servant took advantage of the chaos and quietly left.

On the way, Aman was furious: "Girl, Master Ji San is really too much. He is obviously someone who wants to marry you. How can...how can you be like other girls?"

The lips pressed together tightly, a rapid gasp...

Thinking of what he saw by the lake, Aman felt sick and angry.

Jiang Si just smiled without making a sound.

This time, she would never marry again.

If Ji Chongyi could marry Qiaoniang as his wife, and always treat each other like this, she could still look at him high.

After all, people are stupid.

Without a Jiang-like response, Aman still couldn't swallow the breath, pursing his lips, and said with a smile: "Fortunately, the girl asked the maidservant to prepare the paper to burn, so she should treat the adulterer as an adulterer, hehe."

Jiang Si glanced at Aman: "Those burnt paper have other uses."

"What's the use?" Aman asked curiously.

The night wind blows, and the two strands of hair scattered from the turban have been blown dry, and they are naughty scratching ginger's white and jade cheeks.

Jiang Si kept walking under her feet, brushing her hair behind her ears, and looking at the denser night in the distance, and said: "Always find a decent reason for the umbrella pavilion by the lake to catch fire."

Aman's eyes lit up: "It's still a girl who is thoughtful."

The little maid turned to think of Ji Chongyi again, curled her lips and said: "The third son of Ji is really eye-catching!"

"Okay, don't mention him, I'm home."

The hole in the corner was still blocked by the vegetation, Aman pushed aside the grass and whispered: "Girl, you can go ahead."

Jiang Si leaned over and crawled in from the entrance of the cave. When he straightened up, his expression couldn't help but stagnate.

Someone was walking forward less than ten feet away from her, apparently just crawling in from the entrance of the cave.

At this time, Aman also crawled in, and when he saw someone in front of him, he couldn't help but made a noise even though he quickly covered his mouth.

The person in front stopped stiffly and turned around suddenly: "Who--"

Jiang Si quickly picked up the mud bricks scattered beside the cave entrance and patted the familiar face.

That's right, this person is her unlearned brother Jiang Zhan.

Jiang Zhan let out a scream and fell back.

Aman saw Jiang Zhan's face clearly, and his voice trembled: "Auntie, girl, why did you shoot the second son to death?"

"He's okay, go!"

Jiang Si still has a good grasp of his strength, knowing that this will make Jiang Zhan unconscious for a moment at most, and it will not be a big problem, and Jiang Zhan's scream will undoubtedly attract people, so that he is not afraid of lying in a coma for too long. Caught a cold on the ground.

Sure enough, the light was turned on not far away, and someone came out to check the movement.

Jiang Si led Aman back quickly along the original road, pushed open the side door and locked the door from the inside, making sure that there were no flaws, and then quietly returned to Haitang Residence.

The Begonia flowers in the yard are blooming brightly, delicate red and white, and moonlight falls on the petals like frost, which is breathtakingly beautiful.

Only crabapple trees were planted in the **** courtyard.

People regret that Haitang has no fragrance, but she just loves this.

Her sense of smell is naturally beyond ordinary, and being in a strong floral fragrance will make her uncomfortable.

"Ah Qiao, we're back." Aman buttoned the door gently.

Ah Qiao opened the door to welcome Jiang Si and Aman in. Seeing that they were all unharmed, she couldn't help smiling with joy: "Girl, the maidservant has already prepared hot water, please take a shower."

The steam curled in the wooden barrel, Jiang Si was buried in the water, only his head and shoulders exposed.

The warm water gently stroked his whole body, Jiang Si took a breath, and the anxiety and pain since his rebirth seemed to have disappeared smoothly tonight, and only luck was left.

"Girl, it's time to get up, the water is going to be cold." Ah Qiao reminded.

Jiang Si opened his eyes, and Ah Qiao waited on him and put on a snow-white shirt, and returned to the room.

Ah Qiao wiped Jiang Si's hair with a soft towel.

Because of the water, the girl's hair fell like a waterfall and reached her waist.

The appearance of a young girl was reflected in the bronze mirror, with snow-skinned hair, red lips and white teeth. Those slightly impetuous eyes did not know when they became calm and watery, making her beauty a little better than before.

After the hurried bath, Aman couldn't help but admire: "Girl, you are so pretty."

Jiang Si couldn't help laughing.

The death of Ji Chongyi and Qiaoniang will surely spread throughout the capital tomorrow. By then, no matter how innocent she is, some people's ridicule will be inevitable.

For girls who come from an ordinary background but are considered the perfect marriage in the eyes of the world, beauty itself is a sin.

"Girl, how did you know that Young Master Ji San and that woman are going to date in Mochou Lake tonight?" Aman asked, curious for a long time.

Ah Qiao had a meal holding the comb's hand, which was obviously curious.

The girl in the bronze mirror blinked: "I participated in the flower appreciation banquet at Yongchang Bofu not long ago. The third son of Ji asked me to tell me."

Jiang seemed unable to explain, so he could only find an excuse at will.

"He is dating other girls, why are you telling you?" Aman became more puzzled.

Jiang Si said unhurriedly, "Probably because I want me to see it with my own eyes, so I will give up."

Aman suddenly patted the dressing table, gritted his teeth and said: "It's shameless!"

If I knew she would knock the gong a while later and drown the bastard.

Jiang Si smiled and nodded: "Yes, I also feel really shameless."