The husband who forced her to marry her couldn't keep her warm, and she didn't want him to

When Zhao Xuan heard Zheng Kaicheng's words, her heart tightened for a moment. She didn't know why Zheng Kaicheng appeared here. She subconsciously looked at the wine glass on the carpet, raised her eyebrows and said:

"Who are you? Do I need your consent to do what I want to do?" The voice was a little provocative, but it couldn't hide the inner tension.

She clutched the quilt beneath her with her fingers, as if trying to grasp the last bit of sanity.

Without waiting for his answer, she sternly rebuked Cuiguo at the door: "How did you do things? I told them all to go out, didn't you hear me?"

Cuiguo knelt on the ground with a thud, looking at Zheng Kaicheng and Zhao Xuan in panic, her lips trembling, "Lord Zheng..." as if she wanted to say something.

"Green fruit!"

Zhao Xuan angrily threw the fruit plate beside her to the ground, and the green and orange fruits in the plate instantly rolled onto the red brocade carpet.

The picture of a colorful scene is out of tune with the tense atmosphere at the time.

Cuiguo was so frightened that her legs went weak. She folded her hands on the ground, resting her forehead lightly on the back of her hands. She knelt there and did not dare to look up.

He said in a trembling voice, "Master Zheng, please come in."

Zheng Kaicheng slowly said, "Princess, I am waiting for your answer."

His voice was deep and powerful, and his eyes were as calm as water, as if they could penetrate people.

Zhao Xuan looked at Zheng Kaicheng, her lower lip trembling, and asked him: "Life-saving grace? What does Lord Zheng want? Gold, silver, jewelry, or promotion?"

Zheng Kaicheng raised his hand to remove the strands of hair stuck to her cheek, with a faint smile on his face, "I am sorry for being so rude."

After saying that, he stood up and bowed to her.

The bright red champion's uniform he was wearing made Zhao Xuan seem as if she saw the young man riding on the white horse that day with high spirits.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, opened her red lips, and said lightly: "For my aunt's sake, I will not bother with Lord Zheng. You can go down, and the past will be wiped out..."

After Zhao Xuan finished speaking, she stopped looking at him and her eyes fell on the flickering flames on the long table. Her eyes sparkled and glittered in the firelight.

"Put on your veil and don't let anyone see your face." He spoke in an urgent tone, as if he was afraid that people would know that there was something going on between them.

"My lord, please retire."

After Zheng Kaicheng finished speaking, he looked at her deeply, bent down to pick up the veil at his feet, put it on his head, and strode towards the door.

Zhao Xuan listened to his footsteps getting farther and farther away, biting her lips tightly.

When his back completely disappeared from my sight, the tears that had been accumulating in my eyes burst out like a dam breaking.

One, two, crystal tears slid down her cheeks, dripped onto her bodice, and soaked up teardrops.

Feng Zhang walked in from outside and asked in a low voice, "Master, are you still going to continue?"

Zhao Xuan wiped her face and said, "Go on, do it openly this time!"

......

After Jiang Nansheng entered the mansion, he originally planned to go directly back to Yuanyuan Hall, but after hearing the report from the servant, he changed direction and walked towards Zhuli Pavilion.

In the study, He You put the letter in his hand on the desk: "...It has been too long. According to the things that Master Shen left behind, our people have been searching for three days and have no clues."

Jiang Nansheng picked up the teacup and leaned back on the chair behind him.

Before leaving Shengjing, Shen Meishuang gave him a letter from Master Shen before his death.

The letter contained a shocking secret that was enough to cause trouble and affect the former dynasty and the harem.

It turned out that in addition to several princes in the palace, Emperor Jianyuan also had a lost prince among the people.

According to what Master Shen said in the letter, the child is now eighteen years old.

In the past eighteen years, the emperor has never looked for the child, and it is even unknown whether he knows about the child's existence.

After hearing the counselor's words, Jiang Nansheng smiled, "...Why did Master Shen die? Not only the Shen family, but also the complicated forces related to him were disintegrated in a few years."

He You frowned and asked in confusion, "From this point of view, it seems that he knows. Master Shen is a loyal minister, so... Miss Shen is in danger. If His Majesty knew that you had seen her..."

He was not only a loyal minister, but also a devoted founding father.

Jiang Nansheng picked up the letter, placed it on the burning candle, watched it slowly burn to ashes, and said slowly and meaningfully: "Speaking of which, I have to thank the Second Prince."

That day, the Second Prince brought people to the Huguo Temple to disturb the tranquility of Buddhism in a big way. Who knows what his purpose is this time?

What a coincidence, it was the day when Miss Shen left Beijing.

"Take all the people back and give the second prince a big gift." Hearing the master's order, He You bowed and agreed, then bowed and walked out.

Seeing Jiang An who had something to say, Jiang Nansheng asked, "Have Sun Haiyang and the others come to see Madam?"

"Manager Sun, Manager Zhao, and Head Xiang are all here. I took them to Yuanyuan Hall. Madam also arranged lunch for us..." Jiang An bowed.

Jiang Nansheng stood up from behind his desk. They had delayed him for some time. Jin Chu must have been waiting for him to have dinner, so he walked towards Yuanyuan Hall while talking to Jiang An.

"They are dressed decently and speak politely, right?"

He asked someone to pass on the message that it was okay to be casual at other times, but since it was his first time to kowtow to his wife, he had to leave a good impression.

"Manager Sun and Village Head Xiang are still dressed as usual. Manager Zhao shaved his beard, which had not been cleaned for several days, before coming and put on a new silk shirt."

Jiang An didn't say that when they were drinking, Manager Zhao's true colors were revealed, but at least the wife was not scared and behaved well.

Hearing the affirmative answer, Jiang Nansheng stopped, looked at him and asked, "Then why are you still following me?"

Jiang An glanced at his master's face and could sense Fifth Master's impatience. He whispered, "Madam asked Manager Zhao to collect the grain. He asked me to tell you before he left."

Jiang Nansheng's expression remained unchanged, and his voice was cold, "Letting them come to see Madam means that my private property is in Madam's hands. Madam's words are my words. If anyone has any questions, let him come to me directly next time."

Jiang An looked at Wu Ye's back. The cold look in his eyes just now really made him feel uneasy and scared.

I began to regret helping Zhao Ziqiang spread this message, so I decided to let him stay on his own.

Jiang Fei could understand his current mood, as his wife had not yet married the Fifth Master at that time. Considering his master's guarding mission, he hesitated for a moment, and almost let his master throw him to Shao Xiu Hall to teach him a lesson.

The look in Wu Ye's eyes and the feeling at that time are still vivid in his memory.

Also let him know that if he displeases the Fifth Master, he can kowtow and accept the punishment to make amends, but if he displeases his wife, he might really be kicked out.

He put his arm around Jiang An's neck, patted his shoulder and comforted him, "I heard that the Madam gave us some money. Let's go and treat the brothers to a drink."

Jiang Nansheng returned to Yuanyuan Hall and saw candles lit in the study on the west side, so he walked along the corridor.

The little girl guarding outside saw the Fifth Master coming, bowed to him, then raised her foot to lift the door curtain.

Jiang Nansheng nodded, tilted his head to the side, raised his leg and stepped in.

As soon as you enter the door, you can feel a wave of heat hitting you. The candlelight is very bright, and the warm yellow light is sprinkled on Gu Jinchu's focused face.

She was sitting behind an embroidery frame, the embroidery needle flying up and down on her fair and slender fingertips, and her whole body seemed to be shrouded in a faint halo.