The Brocaded Tale of The Girl Si

Seeing that Jiang Si looked different, Jiang Qiao asked quickly: "What's the matter?"

Jiang Si recovered his calm: "It's okay."

Erniu was so clever, since he could sneak into Changxinghou's Mansion, it would be no problem to come and leave.

"Sister, what's the matter with the rash on your arm?"

She didn't believe it was such a coincidence.

Jiang Qiao raised his hand and let his sleeves slip to his elbows, and said with a smile: "You mean this? Didn't you have shrimp porridge this morning? I ate a few more bites, and when I eat shrimp, I lift this on my arm."

Jiang Si suddenly remembered that the bowl of shrimp porridge that was placed in front of Jiang Qiao in the morning was eaten cleanly, and another bowl was added.

Jiang Si couldn't help holding Jiang Qiao's hand: "Sister, thank you very much."

She had heard that some people would get a rash after eating certain foods, not to mention itching all over, or even pass out in severe cases.

She was determined to leave the Changxing Houfu. Although she could break her face and go hard, she did not expect Jiang Qiao to do so.

"Thank you." Jiang Qiao put down her sleeves, "It's not serious. I will retire tomorrow. Whenever I think about what happened last night, I feel uncomfortable to stay there for a while. It is serious to leave early."

After she finished speaking, she took the gift box sent by Mrs. Changxing Hou and opened it. Seeing that there were chai Huanzhuhua and other things that girls liked, she couldn't help sighing: "Ms. Changxing Hou is a good person, but it's a pity--"

Jiang Si sneered after hearing it.

Is Mrs. Changxing Hou a good person?

In her previous life, she fled the Changxing Hou Mansion and moved to Southern Xinjiang. After becoming the Seventh Prince's concubine, she returned to the capital and carried Yu Qi deliberately to inquire, only to know that Changxing Hou Shizi was long dead.

His death was so miserable that he was chopped up and threw his lower body naked into the downtown.

The two cases of Changxing Hou Shizi and Liu Xiangu's violent death have become famous unsolved cases. The murderer has not been found, and the motive of the murder is even more difficult to talk about.

Jiang Si could have waited patiently for two years, when his own unknown hero took over the beast of Changxing Hou Shizi.

But she was not reconciled, nor could she bear it.

Unwilling to reconcile with the death of Cao Xingyu, the things he did that were infuriating with people and gods followed him. People even sighed when they mentioned it, and they couldn't bear how many innocent girls would be brutally killed in the past two years.

As for Mrs. Changxing Hou--

Thinking of her, Jiang Si couldn't tell whether it was anger or disgust, and perhaps he could only sigh that it was not that the family did not enter the house.

Jiang Qian had been married to the Changxing Hou Mansion for several years and had no children, but after the death of Changxing Hou Shizi, the Hou Mansion announced that she was pregnant, and Jiang Qian would have the next posthumous child in the next year.

It’s not uncommon for a new widow to be over-premature due to mourning for his deceased husband. People in the world are naturally not concerned, but as she quietly investigated her second uncle’s family, she discovered an amazing secret: Jiang Qian’s child was not from Changxing Hou Shizi. It's from Changxinghou!

It’s really worse than imagined. Jiang Qian gave birth to Changxinghou’s child not because the two of them had any illegal activities, but because Changxinghou and his wife couldn’t bear to have their son cut off the inheritance, and they didn’t want to let the concubine inherit the family's inheritance. The belly gave birth to a grandson.

And all this, the weak and weak Mrs. Changxing Hou was not kept in the dark.

She is a participant.

Maybe for that woman, it would be better than watching Changxinghou and his concubine give birth to a concubine and inherit everything from her son.

When Jiang Si thought of these things, he felt nauseous.

She could say unceremoniously that even the pair of stone lions in front of the Changxing Mansion were not clean.

"Knowing others, knowing the face and not knowing what to heart, did you buy the third sister with a box of gadgets?" Jiang Si teased.

Jiang Qiao was taken aback, and quickly reacted: "Sister Si thinks Mrs. Changxing Hou also has a problem?"

Jiang Si said lightly: "I think a person's temperament is inseparable from his birth environment. With such a son, is the mother really a bodhisattva?"

Jiang Qiao thought for a while and nodded: "What you said makes sense, but no matter how disgusting they are, it has nothing to do with us. They will stay far away from there in the future."

Jiang Si certainly didn't want Jiang Qiao to be involved too deeply, and smiled.

"Sister Si, how are you going to deal with that beast?"

Jiang Si vaguely said: "I actually haven't thought about it yet. I was afraid at the time and I was anxious to leave the Hou Mansion before saying that. Let me go back and think about it."

Jiang Qiao gave Jiang Si a sideways look: "Don't fool me as a child."

To say that she was afraid, she was much more scared than Simei, and Simei was calm from start to finish, as if she didn't even know it last night.

Seeing that he couldn't get over, Jiang Si had to say: "That method is temporarily inconvenient. If it is done, then I will talk to the third sister in detail, if it doesn't work—"

Seeing Jiang Qiao squinting at her, Jiang Si smiled and said, "If it doesn't work, I will find a solution with my third sister."

"It's pretty much the same." Jiang Qiao asked no longer.

After talking about this, the two of them tacitly disclosed and chatted casually.

The carriage stopped suddenly.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Qiaoyang asked.

The coachman's reply came from outside the curtain: "I'm catching up to welcome the relatives. There are too many people watching the excitement, and the front is blocked."

"Welcome?" Jiang Qiao was a lively temper, and immediately raised the curtains of the car.

A gust of wind blew in from the window, instantly taking away a trace of boredom in the carriage.

People outside the car are crowded and lively.

Soon the sound of firecrackers came from a distance, and the crowd screamed happy children.

Looking at this posture, it should be the son of a big family who got married.

Seeing that there was no way to go ahead and the carriage was not easy to turn around for a while, the coachman simply drove the carriage to the side of the road and waited for the line and the crowd to pass by.

Jiang Qiaotuo leaned on the side of the car window and curiously asked, "I wonder who is doing the wedding?"

Jiang Si casually glanced out the window.

The welcoming team walked slowly from far to near, and the atmosphere was more heated with the festive suona.

At the forefront of the team, the red silk horse was sitting with the groom's official. As the team got closer, the two sisters heard the exclamation sounds around.

"Tsk tusk, I didn't expect the third son of Anguo Gongfu to be so handsome!"

"What's weird about this, if you are not handsome, how can you let the unmarried little lady die with love..."

"What you said is wrong. A little lady from an ordinary family can privately fix a lifetime with the son of the Guogong Mansion. Even if this son has a pocky face, he might die together."

The tone of the people was both excited and teasing, and it was the martyrdom between the three sons of the Anguo Gongfu and the daughter of the people, which had caused a stir some time ago.

This is a big gossip, and it is said that it has even alarmed the sage.

Sitting in the carriage, the two sisters could already feel that the gossip fire ignited by the people in the capital was about to burn into the carriage.

Jiang Qiao's face changed, and she couldn't help but look at Jiang Si. Seeing her expressionless and even closing her eyes back, she was relieved.

The relieved Miss Jiang San put her head out and craned her neck to look.

"San Jie, what's so beautiful?" Jiang Si said helplessly.

"Don't bother me, let me see what the man with eyesight looks like."