Fast Travel: Forced to flee after refusing to love a brain villain

Chen Yin put the rattan whip behind his back, raised his head and looked at the spiritual tablet in the hall, with a calm and majestic tone.

"Do you like that waiter named Qiao Jing?"

"Yes, mother."

"..."

Chen Yin sneered and cursed loudly.

"Stupid! Do you know how many people will ridicule the master of the General's Mansion marrying a male servant?! Do you want the face of the General's Mansion? If your mother knows it, can you still let her feel at ease?!"

Jiang Guo said straightforwardly: "Go back to mother, the master of the General's Mansion doesn't care about being ridiculed by others! The face of the General's Mansion is my face, and I'm not afraid of losing face!"

"As for the mother...she will understand the child, just like the mother who lost the person she loved the most back then, and couldn't love her when she left. My mother loves me the most, and she will definitely not let me experience the same pain as her!"

"..."

With a "click", the rattan in Chen Yin's hand fell to the ground.

She turned around quickly, and the hall was completely silent.

After a long time, she finally explained something indifferently.

"No matter what happens in the future, this is the person you chose, and you should bear the consequences. Whether you are ridiculed, isolated by officials, or become the laughing stock of the capital, you cannot regret it."

"Yes, my child understands!"

Chen Yin left the ancestral hall, her steps were still flustered.

Ginger fruit can probably produce something.

Chen Yin and her mother grew up together and never married. Her mother was a frail and sick man. She died shortly after giving birth to Jiang Guo, and her mother never remarried.

Moreover, when her mother died, Chen Yin hadn't returned from the battlefield, and she didn't even see her for the last time.

Jiang Guo can still see the scene of her mother dying from the memory of the original owner.

She was heroic all her life, but now she was haggard and scattered, lying on the bed with disheveled hair, looking to the south, looking and looking, until her breathing stopped and her eyes didn't close.

Also two poor people.

Not long after Chen Yin left, a person walked in outside the hall.

He knelt gently behind Jiang Guo, and stretched out his hand to caress the bruised wound on her back.

"General..."

Jiang Guo didn't turn around, but she heard a "click" sound of tears falling.

Hey, the little villain is quite a part of the show.

No, she can't fall behind!

"Jing'er, it's good that you're fine."

This is fine, which naturally means that he is still safe and sound after robbing the prison, and his identity has not been revealed.

Qiao Jing stretched out his hand and hugged Jiang Guo from behind. He closed his eyes, and several tears flowed across his beautiful and smooth face.

"The general treats me so well, I don't even know how to repay you..."

Jiang Guo smiled and said, "Jing'er stays with me in the general's mansion all his life, so I'm happy."

"..." Qiao Jing didn't speak.

He was determined to take revenge with the determination to die, and he didn't know how long he could live.

In the past, he was able to deceive Jiang Guo with sweet words, but now, he can't say it, he can't say a word, he can't make a sound.

Jiang Guo was silent for a while, and did not dare to turn her head, but asked him cautiously.

"Jing'er...be my husband, you will only be the master of this general's mansion, okay?"

She could feel Qiao Jing's body stiffen, and then tears rolled down from the fresh wound.

Tears contain salt. Jiang Guo didn't know whether spreading salt on the wound hurts or not, but now she knows.

It was really painful, and the tears kept falling on her wound, and the clothes on her back were soaked.

"General..."

Qiao Jing's voice was a little choked up.

He tilted his head slightly, carefully pressed his cheek against Jiang Guo's back, pursed his thin lips again and again, and finally squeezed out a few broken words from his mouth.

"Forgive me, General, slave... low status... no such blessing..."