"Where did you find the key?"

The spring sunshine is extremely bright and dazzling. The rising sun shines from the sky from the sky to the earth, and shines on every unobstructed place, bright and dazzling.

Su Changle watched the sunlight shine on the scroll, and then on Jiang Shen's face holding the scroll.

The outline of his side face was very clear under the rising sun, and gradually coincided with the outline of the human face on the scroll.

Jiang Shen seemed to know where he looked the most like Pei Du. His current angle and posture suddenly turned out to be the same as the person in the painting.

Even Su Changle was slightly swaying.

Jiang Shen heard Su Changle's question and chuckled softly: "The princess's key can be found as long as he is willing. If the princess is so scared, there is a place where she can hide things tightly without using the key.

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"The scroll is useless. If the princess carves the things on the scroll in her heart, wouldn't it be the safest place?"

As Jiang Shen said this, Su Changle could not take anything and could only stay in place.

Under the sunlight, Su Changle actually couldn't see Jiang Shen's current expression clearly. Only a slight outline was trapped in the sunlight. Su Changle narrowed his eyes and walked to the window, put down the curtain, and the sun was blocked in an instant.

Outside.

Jiang Shen's face became dim and unclear.

Su Changle turned around, she walked to Jiang Shen's face with a cold face, and stretched out her hand to him: "Portrait."

The two cold words made Jiang Shen laugh. He did not immediately hand the painting in his hand to Su Changle, but raised his wrist and rolled up the scroll again. After the scroll was finished, he put the thing in it.

Put it in Su Changle's palm.

Su Changle's hand was heavy on her. She held the painting in her hand, but her eyes drooped: "Why are you here? These things have nothing to do with you, you don't have to know, go out."

Jiang Shen looked at Su Changle's expression, but his face was more careless.

"The princess doesn't want me to know, or dares not let me know?"

Su Changle was so excited by his words that she laughed: "What's wrong with this princess? I killed Pei Du with my own hands. Who knows this in the Great Zhou Dynasty?"

She stared at Jiang Shen coldly and said word by word: "I love him and want to get him. In the end, I killed him with my own hands, but now I still love him. There is nothing that the princess dares not admit to these things.

There is nothing you dare not let you know."

Su Changle said, and suddenly raised his hand and lifted Jiang Shen's chin with the side of the scroll she held in her hand.

His chin was slightly raised and turned into the angle that looked the most like Pei Du.

"It's great like this." Su Changle narrowed his eyes, not knowing who she saw in her eyes, until Su Changle put down the scroll that was carrying his chin.

She held the scroll in her hand, but her back was facing him, ready to leave.

"By the way, have you always wanted to know who you are? You might as well ask me, maybe I can find a way to restore your memory."

"But before this..." Su Changle turned his head slightly to look at him behind him, "You will always be the princess's county horse."

After saying that, Su Changle left with the scroll.

Jiang Shen stood alone in the darkness, watching Su's petite back walk further and further away. Until he could not see it at all, he stretched out his fingers and twisted his jawline.

This is the place that looks the most like that person.

"Please?" Jiang Shen suddenly laughed softly. The smile on the corner of his mouth was the perfect angle, but his eyes were just cold and cold. "But didn't you say you loved me before?"

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"Princess, what did the Junma discover? Do you have to lock the warehouse layer by layer, or do you not let the Junma walk around the Princess's Mansion at will?"

Azhu watched Su Changle come out of the warehouse, holding the painting that was supposed to be placed in the nanmu box in her hand, and knew that Jiang Shen must have discovered something.

The maids felt that they had done something wrong, but the princess did not have the order to not let anyone enter the warehouse. So in this situation, they could only ask for blessings.

"No need." Su Changle said coldly: "I haven't stopped me before, so I don't need to stop me now."

"Yes." Azhu said again: "The guard at the door just now said that Mr. Huaichuan took his people away."

Hearing this, Su Changle hesitated for a moment, and then continued to move forward as if nothing had happened: "I understand."

Su Changle's voice was cold, and Azhu's thoughts suddenly returned to that day.

The day Su Changle killed Pei Du with his own hands.

She was following Su Changle at that time. Su Changle did not allow anyone to follow him. Then she got off the carriage. Azhu stood next to the carriage and watched Su Changle stab the dagger into Pei Du's chest.

Blood flowed down her wrists, soaking her sleeves.

She was frightened at that time. When she came back, Su Changle spoke in this tone to her the word "return home".

Su Changle walked to the opposite side of her study without saying a word.

The original study was burned to pieces, and even if it was renovated, it would take some time. Su Changle moved the study to the opposite side not far from the original study.

She glanced at the study room that had been burned by one-third of the fire, then turned around and entered her study room. Azhu followed her into it and saw Su Changle sitting in front of the desk.

"Grinding." Su Changle said in a low voice.

Hearing the sound, Azhu took out the ink contained in the cabinet and added water and grind it carefully. After almost all, Su Changle picked up the pen and wrote two words on the paper laid in front of her.

"Go back quickly."

There is no signature, and I don’t know who it was written to.

After the ink marks on the paper were dried up, Su Changle folded the note and said to Azhu: "Go to the backyard to catch a pigeon."

"yes."

Azhu walked out and soon came back with a pigeon in her arms. Su Changle tied the note to the pigeon's legs with his own hands, walked to the window, and let it fly with his own hands.

The dove's wings flew out of the mansion. While swinging its wings, a gust of wind seemed to be stirred, blowing the broken hair falling from Su Changle's temples.

The feather that had been lingering in the air finally fell downwards and finally landed on the ground.

It fell into the lake like a stone, and the ripples dispersed.

--

In Chengming Palace, Concubine Yue was drawing the most beautiful eyebrows on her face.

In a while, she would go to His Majesty and give the marriage edict to Su Mucen and Wei Ruyi, plus Su Mucen's birthday note, and let the palace servants send it to the Wei Mansion.

Their wedding date was in a hurry, so they set it on April 1st.

By then, the second prince will leave the palace and marry Wei Ruyi for one day.

"My son has seen his mother's wife." Su Mucen walked behind Concubine Yue.

Concubine Yue did not move. She saw Su Mucen standing behind her from the mirror. She put down Shi Dai who was tracing her eyebrows in her hand and turned to look at Su Mucen.

"What do Cen'er thinks about her mother's makeup today?"

Su Mucen looked up and looked at him: "Mother's mother is elegant and elegant, with a very elegant manner."

Concubine Yue looked at her son in front of her, and suddenly some emotions that she could not catch flashed in her heart.

She stopped her emotions and raised her hand. Su Muchen stepped forward to support Concubine Yue and helped her up.

The mother and son walked out of the hall together and finally stepped out of Chengming Hall.

A cool breeze suddenly blew over.

Su Muchen raised his eyes and looked at the direction of the wind blowing, and suddenly said, "Mother, spring is coming, and the sky is about to change."

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The weather in spring changes a lot, and the sun is still bright in the morning, and it spreads in the afternoon by gray.

Jiang Shen stood in front of the window of the study. His eyes seemed to be looking at the little sparrow eating rice grains outside the window, but his eyes were empty and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Song Shi came in from outside: "Young master, the things are ready."

"Yes." Jiang Shen covered the small porcelain bowl containing millet in his hand and placed it by the window. He turned around and saw what was placed in the box.

He walked to the box and opened the lid, which contained a new set of clothes.

He stretched out his hand and rubbed his fingertips back and forth on the lines of his clothes—

This was the pattern of clothes he saw on the scroll that day. He remembered it at a glance, and copied it when he came back, and asked Song Shi to take it to make clothes.

His lips curled and his fingertips wandered around his clothes, but in his mind was Pei Du wearing this dress on the scroll.

Please her?

If I dressed like this and asked her, wouldn’t it be more effective?


Chapter completed!