Qing Lingyi suddenly stirred up and blurted out: "...I'm still a little scared."
"It's a quick change of words." Cheng Yang sneered.
"Besides, I'm going to the Lotus Banquet today, and I'm afraid my makeup will be ruined." Qing Lingyi muttered in a low voice.
"It's a good excuse." Cheng Yang said in a slightly sarcastic tone.
Qing Lingyi stopped talking.
The carriage drove slowly, and the voices of people talking outside the window could be heard faintly.
"If I remember correctly," Cheng Yang suddenly said, "are there still six days left?"
Qing Lingyi was completely shocked.
Why is he counting the days?
Looking at her blushing face, Cheng Yang tapped his chin, "It seems like six days."
He joked: "You feel like you are facing an enemy when you see me now, and you are only willing to get close to me at night. Well, you are not very willing. If you have to hold on and move by yourself, you will look like you are dying heroically. It’s also a bad song. I wonder what you’ll be like in six days.”
Qing Lingyi looked stiff and couldn't say a word.
Cheng Yang proposed with great interest: "Anyway, if you stretch your head and shrink your head, how about we advance the first date to tonight and get this house together?"
Qing Lingyi turned pale in shock, "No!"
"reason?"
"It's an appointment. It's an appointment. You can't change it at will." Qing Lingyi argued that if she could live one more day, she wouldn't want to advance her death date.
"Okay." Cheng Yang didn't force it.
After a moment of silence, he looked over again, "So you can still use your hands tonight?"
Qing Lingyi gritted her teeth and hummed.
Cheng Yang lowered his voice, "Or do you know that it can be used in other places? For example, the chest, and the mouth..."
"Don't!"
Qing Lingyi interrupted him anxiously.
She blushed and said, "The sky is clear and the sun is shining brightly, people outside will hear it!"
Cheng Yang didn't care, "So what? Who else in Suidu doesn't know about my bad temper and immorality?"
Qing Lingyi choked.
But she felt aggrieved, and tears poured out uncontrollably, filling her eyes, like dewdrops on pear petals, extremely beautiful and extremely pitiful.
Cheng Yang was silent for a long time.
A little irritated, "Why are you crying?"
Qing Lingyi bit her red lips as if to hold back.
But I couldn't hold it back, and tears were about to roll down.
Cheng Yang really couldn't do anything to her, so he softened his voice and said, "I won't say anything. Please stop crying. Just now, you said you didn't want to wear makeup."
Qing Lingyi glared at him angrily.
Cheng Yang raised his hand and wiped away a teardrop from the corner of her eye, "Tell me about your relationship with Jiang Yizhou."
Qing Lingyi looked confused. Didn't he hate Jiang Yizhou the most?
"How many years have you been classmates?"
Not seeing any emotion on his face, Qing Lingyi replied: "Maybe... two or three years. I don't remember very clearly."
She sniffed and recalled: "I arrived at the county government office first, and then I heard that Mr. Jiang insisted on sending his son to study. But I also told you that I have no talent for studying, so it didn't take long , Uncle Zuo felt sorry for me and stopped forcing me to study. After that, Jiang Yizhou and I were no longer classmates. "
"You should have met Jiang Zhao too?"
"I've seen it before. On the day Jiang Yizhou became a disciple, Mr. Jiang also came."
In fact, Qing Lingyi didn't like Jiang Zhao very much, just like she didn't like most of the officials in the court.
At that time, my mother's whereabouts were unknown, and the civil servants in the DPRK and the Central Government would send me excerpts every day and talk about such sour words as "if a woman is in power, the general will not be the country" and "the hen is in charge of the morning, it is treason and immorality".
Jiang Zhao is different.
In front of His Majesty and Duke Zuo, he praised his mother's merits.
In front of his colleagues, he also mocked his mother for having a daughter who she had slept with without knowing which wild man she had slept with.
Qing Lingyi really doesn't like such duplicity.
As a result, her chatterbox opened up and she said: "Mr. Jiang was a classmate of Uncle Zuo back then. He was lacking in academics, but he was good at understanding people and the world. To put it bluntly, he just talked about people and told ghosts. Later he married The eldest daughter of Duke Xu, outsiders say that he and his first wife are inseparable, that they are in love with each other and have never taken a concubine. In fact, this is not true. "
"Oh?" Cheng Yang was very interested.
"Master Jiang likes beauties the most. He likes all beauties, male and female, as long as they are good-looking. When he was young, he did a lot of ridiculous things. If it weren't for Mrs. Fang's means and her family's strong background, the Jiang family's concubine There will definitely be no shortage of room.”
In the past, Cheng Yang only knew that Jiang Zhao was not a good person and had framed his family many times.
But he didn't know these secrets of Jiang Zhao.
Qing Lingyi is really a treasure.
His eyes narrowed, "You know a lot."
"These are what my mother told me in the past. When she had nothing to do, she would chat with people about anecdotes. In those years, Mr. Jiang spent a lot of time fooling around outside. When Mrs. Fang discovered someone and dealt with him, the couple would be in trouble. There was a quarrel. When the quarrel was at its worst, Mrs. Fang killed many people, and for a time she wanted to reconcile."
After a pause, "But Mr. Jiang later restrained himself, maybe because of his age or some agreement with Duke Xu. Not long after that, he became the minister."
Qing Lingyi heard a lot of things like this.
From this, she realized many true meanings of life.
First, love is not trustworthy, and neither are men.
Secondly, what people are best at is forgetting. Before Mr. Jiang died, the people of Suidu had forgotten what kind of person he was in the past, and actually believed that he was deeply in love with Mrs. Fang.
"You know these inside stories about the Jiang family," Cheng Yang stared at her suddenly, with deep emotions in his eyes, "Then don't you feel sorry for Jiang Yizhou?"
"I'm not stupid to feel sorry for such a noble young man. I still feel sorry for myself. I don't have my mother by my side at such a young age."
Qing Lingyi added in her heart, feeling even more sorry that she had to marry Cheng Yang. She was really working hard every night!
"Huh?" Cheng Yang raised his eyebrows, "What's your expression?"
Qing Lingyi turned away resentfully, "...but Jiang Yizhou didn't have Master Jiang's bad habits. He was quite filial. He once dreamed of being a poet, and what he admired most was the poet Taibai. But Master Jiang wanted him to enter the court. When he became an official, he listened to his father's arrangements. In the year when Mr. Jiang was on his 10th birthday, Jiang Yizhou even learned cooking from me and personally cooked a crab and orange stuffing for his father. But he didn't expect that after Mr. Jiang ate crab meat, His whole body was red and swollen, and he had difficulty breathing. The doctor said that he had a special constitution and could not eat seafood. Fortunately, he only used a little bit of crab meat that day, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous. After that, Jiang Yizhou often felt guilty and repeatedly told everyone in the house to pay attention to Mr. Jiang's diet. .”
Cheng Yang listened and twirled his fingers thoughtfully.
The carriage gradually approached Jiang Mansion.
They arrived late, and the carriages of other guests occupied almost the whole street.
Qing Lingyi raised the curtain and looked outside, a little worried, "There is no place to park the carriage. We have to walk a long way, right?"
But the carriage drove straight ahead and stopped in front of the main gate of Jiang Mansion with great fanfare.
Amidst the shouts, the porter ran in to report. After a while, Jiang Zhao, Mrs. Fang, and Jiang Yizhou came out with a group of servants and maids.
Qing Lingyi had not seen such a big battle for a long time and was a little confused.
Cheng Yang was close to her ear, his voice was low and absolutely arrogant: "As the wife of the Western Prime Minister of the DPRK, there is almost no one in the world who can let you go a little further."
