I broke my sleeves with the son

Mrs. Jiang was wearing a long dark red dress, the tail of which was swaying on the ground, leaving a string of red on the ground. With a black brocade in her arms, she walked elegantly and hastily from the corridor to Prime Minister Jiang's study.

The personal maid was holding an umbrella for her, she was wearing a light green dress, and there was a thin fox fur in her arm.

It's just that the collar is fluffy. This is the fox fur that Mr. Luo Qing ran out every day for half a month before he went up the mountain. Every piece of fur on it is made of the most precious fur from the fox's chest. , Those are the foxes that Mr. Luoqing beat one by one with his own hands.

Mrs. Jiang likes it very much. She has used this cloak for so many years, and it has been rainy these days, so she took out the cloak early and used it.

The weather is not good, even in the daytime, the surroundings are gray.

There are eight maids and eight maids holding lamps, two in the front and four in the back. For the Jiang family in the past, these people can be said to be shabby, but now there are no more.

Mrs. Jiang went to the door of the study and raised her hand to tap it three times. The door inside opened in response. A staff member with a long beard glanced at her, then walked out with his head bowed, followed by several staff members who greeted her, and walked out of the study room. file out.

Mrs. Jiang walked into the study, where Prime Minister Jiang was drinking tea. The lamp was burning on the desk, illuminating half of his face, while the other half was hidden in the darkness.

If Jiang Luoqing were here at this moment, he would find that his father, who always paid attention to his posture, had frosted his temples and had many marks on his forehead in this short period of time.

Mrs. Jiang was used to Prime Minister Jiang's behavior. Too many things had happened during this time, and even she couldn't care about other things. White hair was born in white hair.

She isolated the maid from the door, closed the door by herself, walked into the study and began to tidy up the things on the table.Prime Minister Jiang seemed to have been woken up. His face was elegant, showing the exhaustion that could only be shown to his own family.

Mrs. Jiang stepped forward to embrace his head, let him lean on her body, and said softly: "Is there still no way?"

"It's a foregone conclusion." Prime Minister Jiang rubbed the bridge of his nose, and put a pair of light-white hands on his head to gently press it. He sighed, and he couldn't tell whether it was comfort or melancholy in that tone.

Mrs. Jiang's hands paused, and she said softly, "I'll go find my brother, he may have a solution."

"Don't." Prime Minister Jiang held his wife's hand and put it in his palm, he said flatly, "I want to leave a way out for you."

Mrs. Jiang's eyes turned red, she nodded and stopped mentioning this matter.

The two were chatting one after another, and Madam Jiang suddenly said, "Is there any news about Luo Qing?"

The news that came from before was that Jiang Luoqing fell to his death from a cliff, Prime Minister Jiang had a lot of gray hair overnight, but fortunately, the news came back later that everything was safe and he seemed to be doing well.

"There's news." Prime Minister Jiang said with a sigh, "He's fine, he's doing well."

Mrs. Jiang's eyes were red, and the tears could not be shed. She whispered: "I have been restless since that day. I am afraid that Luo Qing will not think about it, and he will never come back."

"What are you thinking?" Prime Minister Jiang blamed her while squeezing her hand.

"I want to see Luo Qing." Mrs. Jiang said: "I don't know when I will be gone these days. Zi Yu and Jiang Luo are both in front, so I just want to see Luo Qing."

Something warm was rubbing against his cheeks, Jiang Chengxiang felt the wetness on the back of his hand, Jiang Luoqing was his favorite child, he wanted to see it too, but he couldn't.

He raised his hand to wipe his wife's cheeks, and said softly: "I will take you to see him when this is over, now is not the time, he will only harm him if he comes to the capital, and you don't want him to have an accident, right? "

Mrs. Jiang held back her tears and nodded, and smiled at Prime Minister Jiang, the pear blossoms were raining.