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

Ji Hanzheng was uneasy, he knew his request was too much.

When he met her, he was just a broken slave, and he was not qualified to ask her to guard anything for him.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Guo nodded without thinking.

When it comes to talking about marriage, the little villain is definitely the first choice.

He looks good, has a good figure, has a sense of responsibility, and can take care of others. Who would he choose?

Ji Hanzheng was overjoyed by this sudden surprise.

He hugged Jiang Guo and kissed her several times, unwilling to let go of her for a long time.

Jiang Guo can only pamper him, there is no way, the little villain looks fragile, he is the only one left in his family, so please treat him better.

Ji Hanzheng just left.

Maybe it was because he had talked to Luo Sanniang before he left. On the second day, Luo Sanniang called Jiang Guo into the room and tied a sachet for her.

The fragrance in the sachet is not floral, but a touch of herbal fragrance.

Luo Sanniang touched her cheek and sighed slightly.

"Wear it for now, and see what happens in the future."

Jiang Guo touched the medicine bag hanging from his waist, and nodded.

Since Chen Yue was released from prison, her fruit business has improved.

She used to grow fruit, but recently discovered ginseng in the space.

She originally wanted to sell the fruit to rich people and follow the high-end sales chain, but most of the people who came to buy the fruit were ordinary people, and she couldn't ask for too high a price, so she could only sell it as ordinary fruit.

But ginseng is different. Ginseng itself is of high value. She found that it takes some time to grow ginseng in the space.

She also took some ginseng and used it as medicine for the old doctor in the village. The old doctor said that the effect was very good, two or three times more than ordinary ginseng, which gave Chen Yue confidence.

However, the effect of ginseng is already there, and the market is still needed if it is to be realized.

Not many people in Fengshui Town can afford ginseng.

As for those who can afford it, they are naturally those in the capital.

Chen Desheng is already in prison, ready to be killed in the autumn. There is only one brother and her mother in the family.

Chen Yue left some money for them as a repayment for the kindness of giving birth, and then completely severed ties with the Chen family. She recognized Luo Sanniang as her godmother and Jiang Guo as her sister.

Her elder brother was very unwilling to see her making money, but thinking of Chen Yue's relationship with the Li family in Fengshui Town, he did not dare to act rashly. Later, Chen Yue gave the money, and her elder brother severed ties with her even more contentedly.

Recently Chen Yue has been hesitating about going to Beijing, but she hasn't told anyone yet, only thinking about it in her own heart.

It takes courage to enter Beijing.

Even in a remote Fengshui town, she has been imprisoned. At the foot of the emperor that day, there are more bullies, and power and oppression are everywhere, and she will suffer more adversity.

Although she knew that going to Beijing would encounter many difficulties, she still held a sigh of relief in her heart.

It was precisely because she was bullied because she had no power or power that she wanted to be a powerful person, at least stand upright.

This day, when she came to deliver fruit, she happened to run into Li's family having a happy event, which was Master Li's 45th birthday.

The Li family was kind to her, and she also gave a gift, and was dragged to the banquet to have a drink.

After two glasses of wine, Chen Yue was a little tipsy, but she accidentally walked into the courtyard of the eldest son Li Zhonghao when she was about to leave.

Li Zhonghao was writing, through the window, Chen Yue saw his delicate features, his blue shirt hanging down, he was extremely focused, but also extremely attractive.

She leaned on the corridor outside and watched for a while, until he finished writing, and occasionally raised his eyes to meet hers.

The Qingjun scholar dropped his pen in shock, his fair cheeks suddenly turned red.

"Miss Chen..."