If you don’t cherish the love we wear quickly, why are you crying if you change your mind?

Jiang Miao returned to his residence, changed out of his riding clothes, took a shower and returned to his room. He lay on the bed and thought about what kind of dream he would create for Xiao Yi this time.

She is indeed Peony and has zero actual combat experience.

It was difficult to survive after the apocalypse, and she was too busy trying to save her life to think about these romantic things.

I had no choice but to take out the romance book I bought from a book store.

After reading it once, I sketched it in my mind and then entered Xiao Yi's dream at night.

In autumn, when the night was cool, Jiang Miao got into Xiao Yi's bed. When she got close, he felt like a big furnace.

I didn't expect that a person who looked cold on the surface would have such a hot body.

In the Regent's Palace.

Xiao Yi realized that he had entered a dream again.

In the dream, the woman in a goose-yellow dress got into his bed.

He actually reached out his hands uncontrollably and hugged the person into his arms.

This time, he saw her face, but it was a little hazy. He seemed to have seen this face somewhere before, but couldn't remember it for a while.

The roots of her ears were very red and she buried her head in his arms.

Xiao Yi controlled his consciousness and wanted to push the person in his arms away.

But she raised her head at this moment.

Her lips met his softly.

Their breaths intertwined, and he couldn't tell what it felt like.

But he kissed her back uncontrollably.

His warm lips pressed against the corners of her lips, and he felt her breathing become turbulent.

She was forced to raise her head, and Xiao Yi's green reaction caused inexplicable heart palpitations.

Just when his hands went into her clothes uncontrollably.

His eyes lit up and he was suddenly pulled away from the dream.

Xiao Yi opened his eyes and looked at everything in the room. There was no woman at all.

Strangely, this dream is getting clearer and clearer.

After leaving the dream, he couldn't remember the face of the woman, but he only felt that she looked familiar.

Also, the medicinal fragrance on her body became stronger and stronger.

……

When Jiang Miao exited the dream, her heart was pounding. Facing such a handsome man, even Peony couldn't remain indifferent to him.

If it were any later, she might lose control and do something weird with Xiao Yi in her dream.

……

The North Embankment of Luopu is very beautiful in autumn, with the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus. When the autumn wind blows, the ground is covered with a layer of golden sweet-scented osmanthus.

Jiang Miao was wearing a goose-yellow dress and climbing up the stairs with a little white cat in her arms. Her black hair was like clouds, with a wooden hairpin stuck to her temples, and her face was like an autumn moon, which made people happy to see her.

Today, Wang Wanyi will go to Luopu North Embankment to enjoy osmanthus flowers like other noble ladies in Luoyang City. She has no impression of Wang Wanyi. After all, the original owner never met Wang Wanyi until her death.

However, when Wang Wanyi and her maid stood under an osmanthus tree, she recognized him at a glance.

She stood there holding the little white cat, watching Wang Wanyi walking from her side, getting closer and closer.

But people didn't stop until they crossed.

Wang Wanyi didn't notice her at all.

Jiang Miao turned back to look at Wang Wanyi, who passed by her, and she opened her mouth and shouted.

"younger sister."

"Are you my sister?"

Jiang Miao walked up to Wang Wanyi holding the little white cat.

"Huh?!" Wang Wanyi suddenly stopped and looked back, meeting a pair of smart eyes and a face that was very similar to her own.

"you?."

Jiang Miao gently stroked the little white cat's back, "I think I might be your sister."

"My name is Jiang Miao."

"How can it be?!"

Wang Wanyi frowned, "My mother only gave birth to me, and my father doesn't have any other daughters."

"Your surname is Jiang, and my surname is Wang. Don't try to lie to me!"

Jiang Miao chuckled, "Although my surname is Jiang, the Jiangs are not my biological parents. I was picked up by them in Putuo Mountain, so I came to Luoyang to find my relatives."

"Seeing that the girl looks so similar to me, maybe we are biological sisters."

"If you don't believe it, why not go back and ask your parents if they lost a baby girl seventeen years ago."

Wang Wanyi suddenly felt angry, "Impossible!"

At this time, the maid next to Wang Wanyi came forward and scolded Jiang Miao.

"Bold! Do you know who my lady is?"

"If you keep talking nonsense, the Prime Minister's Mansion will not let you go!"

Jiang Miao glanced at Wang Wanyi meaningfully, "Oh, it turns out that the girl is the daughter of the Prime Minister's Palace."

"In other words, I might also be the daughter of the prime minister's house."

Wang Wanyi was angry because she was the only daughter in the prime minister's house. She only needed Ying Feng as a brother and didn't want any more sisters.

"You must have recognized the wrong person. How could my parents lose their child? Stop talking nonsense!"

"Oh?" Jiang Miao looked at her with a half-smile.

"Is that so? Can you ask Miss Wang to go back and mention it to the Prime Minister and send someone out to investigate. I believe the Prime Minister's Mansion will make the truth come out."

Wang Wanyi frowned and turned around, not wanting to look at those eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything.

"Are you unwilling, Miss Wang? It doesn't matter, we can't force these things, so I'm sorry to bother you." After saying that, Jiang Miao left with a light step.

Wang Wanyi gritted her teeth and called out to the girl.

"Wait a minute, miss, please leave your address. If there is any news, I will send someone to tell you."

Jiang Miao turned around and smiled, "Okay."

The little white cat immediately jumped up to his shoulder.

[Host, if you leave your address, aren't you afraid that Wang Wanyi will kill someone and silence you? ]

Jiang Miao stood on tiptoe to pick some fresh sweet-scented osmanthus and put it into the small basket. "She didn't dare. It's not her who has the final say in the prime minister's office. Wang Shi'an will not be able to hide every move he makes, so why should she alarm others."

If he didn't want her to go to the Prime Minister's Mansion, then she really had to go to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Jiang Miao carried a small basket of sweet-scented osmanthus back to the house at the foot of Baima Temple. When she opened the door, she saw Shen Tanwei sitting under the persimmon tree writing.

When Shen Tanwei saw her coming, he stood up in panic, picked up the manuscript on the stone table and held it in his arms.

Because he moved so quickly, several manuscripts were scattered on the ground.

Jiang Miao walked over, leaned down and picked up one, looked at it, and was stunned for a moment.

It was too late for Shen Tanwei to get it back.

"Ginger Girl"

"Miss Jiang, Xiaosheng is writing these just to make a living."

Jiang Miao carefully read the entire draft. When he looked up, he saw that Shen Tanwei's ears and cheeks were red.

She calmly put the manuscript back on the stone table, "Oh, this is much better than the story about a poor scholar and a noble lady falling in love with each other."

Detective Shen sighed slightly, "I just hope Miss Jiang won't misunderstand Xiaosheng as a shameless lecher."

Jiang Miao nodded. Scholars in the imperial examinations pay great attention to integrity. If he wins the first prize in the future, it will be a big deal if the matter of writing erotic stories in the love story book today is exposed.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

Shen Tan breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart lifted again when he heard her next words.

"It's very nice. When the bookstore sells it, I'll go and support it for you."

Tan Shen choked slightly, "That's not necessary."

Jiang Miao glanced around the yard and saw that Shen Tanwei was taking good care of it.

He walked to the kitchen and took out a basket, "Miss Jiang, you haven't been back for a long time. The persimmons on the tree are ripe, so I made persimmons for you."

"Thanks, it tastes good." Jiang Miao picked up one and ate it, then went to the kitchen to make sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

……

After Jiang Miao finished making the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, she sent a portion to Sun Zhenqing at Yaolu and then went to Baima Villa. She took the sweet-scented osmanthus cake to the residence of General Yang, and Yang Zijian was also present.

Yang Zijian was about to speak but stopped.

"Miss Jiang, are you free these days?"

Jiang Miao put down the tea cup, "What's the matter?"

"Last time, Prime Minister Wang came to visit my father. When he saw that my father's condition was improving, he asked which god healed him. He wanted to ask someone to come to the house to treat my wife's stubborn illness that has been there for many years." Yang Zijian knew very well that Jiang Miao had not yet established his own business, so he proposed this The request was a bit presumptuous.

Jiang Miao nodded, "Prime Minister Wang is worried about state affairs all day long, and he also has worries about his family. It would be my luck if I could relieve his worries."

"It's up to you to arrange this."

Yang Zijian glanced at Jiang Miao appreciatively, "Miss Jiang is righteous."

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