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"what!"

All that was heard was a scream of pain.

Xu Jiayun bent over, his face grimacing in pain, his whole body trembling, "Is this a wall?"

No one paid any attention; they were all staring at the screen above.

In the video, Xu Jiayun deliberately pulled out half of the hairpin, walked to Lu's side, bumped into her, and pretended to be hit.

I reviewed what happened afterwards again at a faster pace and found that everything matched.

Zitan opened all the doors and windows to let the light in. They all closed their eyes to adjust. After they came to their senses, they looked at Mrs. Lu with sympathy and looked at Princess Jiayun with contempt.

Xu Jiayun lowered his head.

Hatred flashed in his eyes and tears fell.

"This is clearly witchcraft."

She looked up at the place where she had just hit something, and it turned out to be a wall.

No wonder it hurts so much!

Jiusu chuckled, "Are you a demon? You talk about sorcery and sorcery, as if you have seen what you said."

"You!" Xu Jiayun clenched his fists, full of anger, "You are just making up stories. This princess will not argue with you, a bunch of unruly people."

Jiusu stopped her.

At this time, Jiang Jing also stood sideways behind Jiusu, and his cold and fierce look was frightening.

Xu Jiayun didn't dare to leave.

She stepped back and swallowed nervously, "What do you want to do?"

Jiusu stared at her coldly, helped her godmother to Xu Jiayun's side, and said lightly: "You are a princess, you are maliciously touching my godmother, apologize to my godmother, and I will not pursue it. Otherwise, I will put this video in the downtown area of ​​Shengjing and the palace, and play it in turn."

Xu Jiayun said sharply: "You actually asked me to apologize to the peasant?"

"Forget it." Jiusu handed over the lucky cat, "Zitan, project it to the vegetable market and the palace..."

Xu Jiayun quickly reached out: "No, I apologize..."

Her face flushed, and the hatred in her heart kept growing. She had already said that she would not pursue the matter, so why did Jiusu still insist on it? She walked slowly in front of Lu.

Looking at the blind woman's dirty coarse cloth clothes.

The woman's face turned red and she had to put in a lot of mental preparation.

"sorry!"

Mrs. Lu held Jiusu's hand helplessly. After all, she was the princess. She bent down and said, "It's okay, it's okay. I'm just a useless old woman. I hope the princess won't be angry."

When coming out of Jinxiu Pavilion.

The sky became overcast, and as June approached, it began to rain more frequently.

However, Eunuch Shang found this place and said with a distressed look: "Miss Jiu, something big has happened. The emperor has summoned all the ministers to the imperial study to discuss matters. Please also ask Lord Jiu and Lord Jiang to go."

Raindrops fall.

Afraid of slippery roads due to rain.

Jiusu said: "Zhongqin, you follow your godmother and protect her all the way."

Mrs. Lu did not refuse, for fear of causing more trouble for Su'er.

On the way, Chen Zhao kept his head down. He had been a general and knew some things about Shengjing. That eunuch Shang should be the emperor's favorite, but he had never seen him.

But Jiusu saw it easily.

He couldn't imagine how powerful she had become.

"She's doing well, right?"

Zhongqin looked at him. She had also heard about the young lady's past from Zitan and Koushao. If the young lady's godmother had not been there, she would have definitely beaten her up.

Scumbag.

What were you doing so far?

Just asking now.

She said coldly, "Very good."

There was nothing Chen Zhao wanted to know. He looked a little anxious and asked, "The Jiang family is a powerful family. Has she been wronged in the mansion?"

Zhongqin clenched her fists and told herself to endure it.

It's all for my godmother's sake.

"No."

Mrs. Lu grabbed her son's sleeve, but still couldn't resist his eagerness to know Jiusu's recent situation. She sighed helplessly and could only smile at Zhongqin embarrassedly, "Don't mind, he talks a lot."

Zhongqin knew that she couldn't see it, so she deliberately said "hmm".

Chen Zhao followed her and asked, "Did she ever mention me..."

"No." Zhongqin interrupted him impatiently, then stopped and looked at him coldly, "My lady has never mentioned you. Remember, she is the legitimate daughter of the Marquis's mansion. No one will let her suffer any grievances, and you can't talk about her behind her back."

The Marquis’s Mansion…the legitimate daughter.

These five words seemed to be a poison, spreading throughout Chen Zhao's body in an instant.

His whole body was hot and red, and he avoided Zhongqin's contemptuous gaze in shame.

"Mom, I, I seem to have left something behind. I'll go look for it."

"Go early and come back early." Mrs. Lu worriedly urged. As the footsteps faded away, she sighed, "Miss, don't mind it. When people feel inferior, they always feel weird."

"Don't worry"

Zhongqin helped her up the stairs, not caring about these things.

Shengjing was very prosperous, and Chen Zhao seemed out of place walking among the crowd. He got a pot of wine, sat in the alley, sobbing and punching in regret.

"why?"

I thought we would never meet again.

But when the wedding invitation was delivered, my mother wanted to come, and he agreed, saying that he would accompany her. He took the photo on the invitation and sat in the yard all night. He would think of her when he looked at the moon, and he would think of her when he looked at the stars.

He couldn't tell.

Does he want to go with his mother, or does he want to go?

Chen Zhao looked at the wine spilling on the back of his hand and murmured, "Jiusu, I regret it, I really regret it."

The sky gradually darkened and footsteps were heard.

I thought it was a passerby.

Chen Zhao turned his back and pretended to tidy up his clothes. He was in a panic and did not dare to breathe loudly. He kept shouting in his heart, "Go faster, go faster."

But the man stopped next to him.

He looked at the closed door and thought it was his home.

"Sorry, I'll leave right away."

Just as Chen Zhao turned around, a woman's voice called him.

"Chen Zhao." Xu Jiayun looked at him fleeing in panic with a smile on her face. She loved to see people in distress, especially those who had some relationship with Jiusu.

Chen Zhao turned around and looked at her. He didn't have a good impression of her, so he ignored her and just wanted to leave quickly.

Xu Jiayun chased after him for a few steps and shouted, "We can cooperate. If you kill Jiang Jing for me, I will ask my father to grant you and Jiusu a marriage."

Chen Zhao paused and looked down at the dirty toes of his shoes.

He laughed at himself: "No need."

"Don't you like Jiusu?" Xu Jiayun didn't believe she was wrong. In Jinxiu Pavilion, she clearly saw Chen Zhao staring at Jiusu. "As long as you cooperate with me, this princess will guarantee you wealth and glory."

Chen Zhao asked: "What do you want to do?"

Xu Jiayun crossed his arms, leaned against the wall, and looked at the dark alley. "There's news from Mobei that they were defeated, and General Bai was just injured. Father might send the prince and Jiusu to the battlefield. After all, they're newly married, so Jiang Jing might go too."

Chen Zhao thought of the days in Mobei, dark yet glorious.

He breathed a sigh of relief, "Then what does this have to do with Jiusu."

Xu Jiayun moved closer to him, a determined light flashing in his eyes.

"I'll find a way to get you into the team. You're familiar with Mobei, set up traps in advance, kill Jiang Jing, and I'll give Xu Cairong a letter. You'll follow him and make achievements. After you return to Beijing, I'll ask my father to grant you a marriage..."

Chen Zhaodao said: "It sounds like a very complete and successful plan."