Qing Lingyi was stunned and stopped again.
This time, she turned her head and looked at the other person's face.
His handsome eyes and eyebrows were trimmed, and his expression was bright. He had his hair tied up and looked refreshing.
She remembered his name: "Jiang Yizhou?"
Jiang Yizhou's eyebrows raised: "You remember."
Qing Lingyi said truthfully: "I didn't forget, I just didn't pay attention just now."
Zuo Xuan was famous as the "Wen Zong of the Time", and many powerful families wanted their children to follow Zuo Xuan in learning Chinese characters and understanding the meaning.
However, Zuo Xuan was aloof and arrogant, so most of them refused.
But Jiang Yizhou couldn't refuse. His father became a very important official, and he and Zuo Xuan were classmates.
Therefore, Jiang Yizhou and Qing Lingyi also became classmates.
During those years of studying hard, Qing Lingyi couldn't wake up every day. She always dozed off when Zuo Xuan was giving lectures, and she had to write articles after school. She was so annoyed that she went to copy Jiang Yizhou's.
As the number of times increased, Jiang Yizhou would write Qing Lingyi's copy in addition to his own articles.
After going back and forth like this, the two of them can be regarded as having some friendship as classmates.
Thinking of this friendship, Qing Lingyi asked one more question: "Didn't you go to work as an official in another place?"
Jiang Yizhou said: "I've been transferred back."
Qing Lingyi nodded: "That's good."
Jiang Yizhou looked at her: "What about you?"
"Me?" Qing Lingyi was confused. She couldn't be an official.
"I wrote to you, but why didn't you reply to a letter?" Jiang Yizhou asked.
It turned out that he was struggling with this. Qing Lingyi shrugged without any guilt: "Because I don't want to write."
Jiang Yizhou smiled, with a natural youthful spirit, his eyes were bright and his eyes were fixed on her.
He seemed to have something important to say.
Biwei arrived at this time, took a breath, and called out: "Madam."
Qing Lingyi turned around and said, "You walk very fast."
Jiang Yizhou was stunned for a moment: "Madam?"
Qing Lingyi explained: "You are calling me."
Seeing his expression, she continued: "You just came back and you don't know yet that I am married to the current General Youwei, who is Cheng Yang. You should know him."
Jiang Yizhou knew about Cheng Yang, but he just didn't know about the marriage.
No one told him.
He only arrived in Suidu last night and went to the Yongxing County government office this morning. He heard that Qing Lingyi had come to the Dabodhi Temple.
He came in a hurry to see her.
Because he was ready to propose marriage to her, but it was too late.
Jiang Yizhou's mind suddenly became confused.
"I will go and offer incense to my mother first. You are welcome to visit the General's Mansion at any time." Qing Lingyi didn't seem to notice anything was wrong with him.
She finished speaking quickly and led Biwei to the main hall without stopping.
Biwei stood guard outside the door, while Qing Lingyi entered the palace alone.
She religiously burned the incense and said the word "mother". Her nose became sore and her tears fell instantly.
It's not that she loves to cry, it's just that she has a special constitution since she was a child. Whenever she gets emotional, she can't stop crying.
She tried her best to endure it in front of outsiders, but she didn't have to face her mother.
"I was here a long time ago and met Jiang Yizhou outside the door. He was transferred back to work as an official. I think it is not surprising that he is a man and has a powerful father. He has risen rapidly in the officialdom. What is surprising is that he actually He still likes me. My identity makes it impossible to enter his home, so why doesn’t he understand? I never reply to his letters, so why doesn’t he understand what I mean.”
"Fortunately, Your Majesty has arranged for me to get married. Jiang Yizhou should give up."
"I have married Cheng Yang, the man who saved me back then. Mother, you told me back then that Cheng Yang had some abilities, but unfortunately he was too unlucky. I think so too. He has been miserable these past two years. , a large family members fought, fought, and only a few people were left alive. He himself was injured and is now in a coma."
She sniffed and said, "Mother, you taught me how to repay a favor. So, I will patiently take care of his house. I will leave after repaying all the kindness. I have something very important to go to." Do."
Qing Lingyi stayed in the palace for a long time before getting up reluctantly.
After returning from Mahabodhi Temple, her mood was not high.
When I returned to Yanshan Residence, I happened to see Wu Liang limping out of the house.
Wu Liang looked nervous, but Qing Lingyi didn't ask anything.
Instead, it was Wu Liang's turn to be surprised.
By the evening, Qing Lingyi felt better.
She forgot to clean Cheng Yang last night, and she couldn't do it any more today.
She prepared hot water and a towel, took a deep breath, and dipped the towel into the water.
Suddenly, there was a "bang" sound from behind!
Qing Lingyi was startled and looked back.
The window was forcibly broken open, and three masked men in black came in one after another. They were all powerful and holding bright swords.
The three of them looked around the room and aimed at the big bed.
"Right there!"
"Bed!"
Qing Lingyi was startled, they were all here to kill Cheng Yang!
Before her mind could completely turn around, her body reacted first, picked up the basin and poured it towards them!
The three of them did not expect this step, and were caught off guard by hot water pouring all over them.
Immediately afterwards, Qing Lingyi took a deep breath and shouted in the loudest voice she could: "Someone is coming! There is an assassin! Someone is coming quickly!"
The three of them were startled, and the leader glared over: "Damn it, you dare to pour hot water on me! I'll kill you first!"
Someone stopped him from behind: "Boss, it's not that you can't..."
"Whatever! If I say kill, you must kill!" The leader looked so fierce that no one dared to stop him.
Qing Lingyi continued to call people, while retreating one after another, hitting the edge of the bed.
She turned back briefly and noticed a long sword lying next to Cheng Yang's pillow.
It's strange, it doesn't seem like this existed before.
Without having time to think about it, she grasped the handle, used both hands together, and used force to pull out the sword.
She took a breath, barely raised her sword, and pointed it at the three assassins.
The three of them laughed at her again and again, not paying attention to her at all, and pressed on her step by step.
Qing Lingyi took a deep breath, just die!
The sword was too heavy, she couldn't hold it steady, and her wrist kept shaking.
At this moment, warmth came from behind her, and a big hand pressed against the back of her hand, holding the hilt of the sword easily.
Qing Lingyi was startled and subconsciously turned around.
But a man's deep voice sounded in my ears: "Concentrate."
It's Cheng Yang.
Qing Lingyi subconsciously made a judgment.
The assassin was already close at hand. In the midst of the lightning and flint, Cheng Yang pushed out the long sword in Qing Lingyi's hand. With a flowing movement, he sealed his throat with one sword.
In just a short moment, the three people turned into three corpses.
Cheng Yang snorted lightly.
Just like that, you dare to assassinate him?
He let go.
Qing Lingyi couldn't hold the sword, and her hands and feet were so frightened that her hands and feet were weak. As soon as Cheng Yang's strength withdrew, the whole sword fell heavily in an instant. She couldn't hold it, and her body was tilted.
She was so anxious that she supported the ground with the tip of her sword, and then she stood firm.
She took a breath, with a few drops of blood spattered on her face, and her face turned pale.
Cheng Yang looked at her sideways and narrowed his eyes slightly.
He pinched her chin, forcing her to look at him.
The murderous intent in Cheng Yang's eyes has not completely faded away, and his face is extremely violent.
He asked coldly: "Afraid?"
Qing Lingyi nodded completely subconsciously.
Cheng Yang's black eyes narrowed slightly, an icy coldness suddenly enveloped him, and the atmosphere was tense to the extreme.
