Jiang Lingdeng froze on the spot.

what did he say?

Eyes, the person in front of you is actually Ji Fusheng?

It was actually Ji Fusheng, the most famous and talented person in the capital, whom she had liked since she was a child?!

The girl raised her eyes in shock and looked towards the light.

She remembered what she had just said, and she wanted to find a tree hole and crawl into it immediately.

On the contrary, it was Ji Fusheng who looked at her openly with a smile on his lips.

"Ji is grateful to Madam for your love."

Jiang Ling turned away and coughed briefly.

She refrained from telling Ji Zheng that when I was a child, I was severely beaten by my father because of you.

The warm fragrance inside the octagonal incense cage slowly spread, and a gauze-like layer of water mist floated onto Jiang Ling's face. After regaining her consciousness, she felt her face getting hotter and hotter. She nervously squeezed her sleeves and hesitated to change the topic. open.

"Mr. Ji, you just took my pulse, did you detect anything strange?"

Ji Fusheng said slowly: "Madam, don't worry, your health is not serious. The fainting at the waterside pavilion just now was caused by fatigue. However, when I checked my pulse just now, I found that there was a lot of depression in my heart. You must get it every day." Pay more attention to going out to relax and relieve stagnation, otherwise you may become ill."

Jiang Ling lowered her eyelashes slightly and said politely: "I understand, thank you very much, Mr. Ji."

Her voice was very soft, as light as a gust of wind, and her lowered eyelashes hid the emotions in her eyes.

Ji Zheng glanced around.

The breeze blew the bed curtains, reflecting the girl's thin figure. The next moment, Jiang Ling only heard the other party say:

"Prime Minister Bu Zuo came to Tingyun Pavilion to see you when you were sleeping."

Ji Fusheng's voice was also very soft, and he couldn't distinguish between true and false.

Her fingers curled up.

"Mr. Ji."

"Um."

"Do you and my husband have a good personal relationship?"

"It's not a very good personal relationship," Ji Fusheng replied truthfully, "Master Bu likes my calligraphy and painting and is a big patron of Danqing House."

Jiang Ling whispered "oh" in a low voice.

Ji Fusheng raised his eyebrows and asked her gently: "Madam, what's wrong?"

The girl hesitated for a moment and finally spoke:

"Mr. Ji, I want to ask you...what kind of person is the Prime Minister in your eyes?"

What kind of person is Bu Zhan?

Ji Zheng's thoughts are far away.

He was not very familiar with Bu Zhan.

When the Jiang family got married, the story of the bride dressed in wedding clothes and walking through the busy city spread throughout Kyoto, and he also heard about it.

Ji Zheng has always only asked about Fengyue and not about worldly affairs. He only knows that Bu Zhan is a very deep-minded person.

It is said that Bu Zhan was just an illegitimate son whose father did not even know who he was. Bu Zhan also took his mother's surname from his father. Xu was bullied at a young age and had an almost pathological pursuit of power.

In just a few years, he went from an unknown person to a highly respected official. His biological father, the Qi family, deliberately clung to him after he became powerful, hoping to bring him back to his ancestors.

Everyone thought that this would be a happy event for the reunion of father and son and the whole family.

No one could have expected that a month later, this young Master Bu would kill everyone in the Qi family, holding the imperial edict of his father's family in his hand.

That night, it snowed heavily in Xuanjing. Blood mixed with rain and snow, winding down to Bu Zhan's feet.

Wearing a snow cloak and holding an umbrella, he calmly gave orders in the heavy snow:

All men, women, and children in the entire family were executed on the spot, leaving no one behind.

The people of the Qi family, those who had lived and fed under the same roof as him, were dragged in front of him one by one.

They cried and begged.

The biological father was being detained by the officers and soldiers, his eyes were red, and he scolded him angrily:

"Bu Xingzhi! You are just a beast. Those you killed tonight are all your relatives, your aunt, your brothers and sisters!"

"God, my Qi family is experiencing this calamity now, all because of a certain person in Qi. I should not have given birth to such a heartless and unjust person. I should have strangled you to death in your infancy, and I would not have left you like this.

Wait for the ruthless and unjust people to kill your own father! Live, live, live!"

Mrs. Qi knelt on the ground, twitching with anger and excitement.

A pure white snowflake fell silently on Bu Zhan Crow's Eyelashes.

He lowered his eyes and stared at the man who brought him into the world - the old man's temples had turned white, his eyes were scarlet, and his red pupils were full of anger and hatred.

Bu Zhan's body is slightly lowered, meeting the opponent's eyes.

Compared to the old man's excitement, his expression was cold and dull. For a moment, it seemed like some kind of advice and some kind of regret.

He opened his mouth and said:

"If you had taken care of your lower body back then, you wouldn't have given birth to a beast like me."

Then he drew his sword and sealed his throat with one blow.

His biological father died immediately, and the bright red blood spattered on the young man's snow-white cloak. On a cold winter day, he took off his cloak and handed it to the servant, without any emotion in his voice.

"Burned."

…

Ji Zheng did not tell her about Bu Zhan's rumored past.

The new lady was extremely young. She was sitting behind the bed curtain with her eyes downcast. Through a thin layer of gauze, Ji Fusheng could see the rules and dignity of her manners.

She is the eldest daughter of Taifu Jiang Wenhuai, and Jiang Wenhuai is the teacher of the Sixth Prince. Taifu Jiang is a loyal and loyal person, and his temperament is quite conservative and stubborn. Now that his student is imprisoned by Bu Zhan, the Jiang family naturally does not want to give up to Bu Zhan.

What a good look.

The Bu and Jiang families were at odds, and the one in the most difficult situation was Mrs. Bu. Thinking clearly about the stakes, Ji Fusheng couldn't help but sympathize with her a little more.

But she didn't complain at all.

She was very quiet, sitting in the mist-like veil, like a beautiful yet fragile flower.

But even if Jiang Ling didn't say anything, Ji Fusheng knew what she was thinking about.

In the first half of her life, she was a member of the Jiang family. The Jiang family was full of loyalty and loyalty to the court for generations. But now she has joined the Bu family and became the wife of the "treacherous prime minister". Bu Zhan is ambitious and disobedient, and everyone knows that she is

Out of fear, Bu Zhan was not satisfied with his position as Zuo Prime Minister, and greedily extended his minions towards the dragon chair that represented the supreme power...

Thinking of this, he pondered for a moment.

Seeing Ji Zheng like this, Jiang Ling felt a little uneasy. She was about to apologize when she suddenly heard the other party ask:

"Madam, have you noticed that Kyoto has become much more peaceful recently than before?"

Hearing this, Jiang Ling was stunned.

Although she rarely went out on the streets when she was in Jiang Mansion, she often heard her father admonish Ayan not to wander outside after dark. Even if he was a man, even if he was accompanied by a domestic servant, walking on the street after sunset was not a good idea.

Dangerous things.

Not to mention thieves and robbers, from time to time thieves revolted and rebels entered the city.

Not only that.

Many refugees poured into Kyoto. Some fled due to wars and disputes, while others left their homes due to frequent floods in the south. With the influx of batches of refugees, the contradiction between people in Kyoto and strangers became more and more acute, and there were often people on the streets.

Violence occurs.

Jiang Ling raised her eyes and looked into the other party's clear, watery eyes.

She seemed to understand what Ji Fusheng wanted to say to her.

The man looked at her and said in a low voice:

"The separatist forces are expanding, uprisings are frequent in various places, and the people are living in dire straits. Although I don't care about world affairs, I know that Daxuan has long existed in name only and is falling apart."

"The world will be united after a long period of division. At dusk and the road is poor, there will be heroes competing for the throne. Madam, you have been in the palace since you were a child, and you are accustomed to loyalty, reason, reason and trust. But according to Ji, being loyal to one surname is foolish loyalty. The survival of the world depends on intelligence. Xiangxiong is long. Instead of watching the people in the world suffer misery, why not recommend real wise men who will shine through the ages. This is not just the court of Daxuan, but the court of the people."

His mood was obviously very light and flat.

The second half of the sentence is actually very striking.

"My humble opinion is that I made Madam laugh."

After saying this, the other party raised his hands and bowed to her.

"Besides, Brother Bu and I only talk about poetry and painting, not political affairs. What I said just now are all short-sighted by Mr. Ji. Madam, you don't need to take it to heart."

At this moment, someone suddenly knocked on the door, interrupting their conversation.
To be continued...