Chapter 127 Don't shoot your arrows at me Xu Youran
looked at him, curled her lips and sneered: "Her reputation? After doing such a shameful thing, she still wants a reputation? Jiang Zhaorong, let me tell you, since she dares to set her sights on my children, I can't let her stay." She
smiled, but her eyes were as cold as frost and snow, and her tone was full of cruelty.
Jiang Zhaorong couldn't help but frown: "How can you be so cruel? After all, she is just a child."
Jiang Zhiyu's suppressed anger was suddenly aroused again: "Child? She is three years older than me and is about to reach the age of marriage! Besides, she is not weaned or something, can you find another reason to excuse her? You only know the child! I am not a straw boat, don't shoot your "arrows" at me!"
Xu Youran was very suspicious. If she hadn't held back, with Zhiyu's temper, Jiang Zhaorong would have been beheaded by now.
After all, they are still father and daughter. Once the reputation of patricide spreads, Xu Youran dare not imagine how Zhiyu will be scolded by the world.
It should never be her Zhiyu who should be condemned!
Jiang Zhaorong wanted to scold his daughter after being contradicted so many times. However, when he saw the anger in her eyes and remembered her inner voice, he held back.
The atmosphere was tense and the maids and servants were trembling with fear. After a long while, Jiang Zhaorong sighed and showed weakness first, saying, "I was anxious just now. After all, this matter is not glorious. The reputation of my daughter's family does not refer to her alone. The sisters in the mansion are all from the same lineage. If her reputation is damaged, it will also affect Sulan and Zhiyu."
[Oh, you are not going the mad dog route anymore? 】
Jiang Zhaorong: "..."
"No need to say more," Xu Youran no longer wanted to argue with him, "Everyone knows that she is the adopted daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion. No matter what her reputation is, no one will involve my Zhiyu and Sulan. You don't need to waste your breath. Since she did it, she should pay the corresponding price."
Jiang Zhaorong was speechless for a moment, and couldn't say anything for a long time. He could only snort coldly and walked away.
[Humming and humming, as expected, the IQ is the same as his, all from pigs. 】
[No, it's insulting pigs, pigs can still be eaten! ]
Xu Youran was full of anger, but she was also amused by her two childish complaints.
She glanced down, and Yi Qiao, who was kneeling, understood and quickly got up to add tea for them.
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When things calmed down here, Jiang Zhaorong, who had just entered the room, couldn't help but smash two teacups. The maids knelt down immediately. Taohong's heart skipped a beat, and she mustered up the courage to serve: "Prime Minister..."
Jiang Zhaorong held his breath and looked at her impatiently, but seeing her gentle face and a little fear in her eyes, which was completely different from the strong Xu Youran, his heart couldn't help but move.
Of course he loved Xu Youran, but he liked the Xu Youran who relied on him wholeheartedly, gentle, and weak.
Not the strong Xu Youran now, who didn't care about friendship at all and was aggressive.
Thinking of the things in Menghuayuan, Jiang Zhaorong couldn't help but get angry and sighed several times.
Seeing him so upset, Taohong took a few steps towards him: "Are you feeling unwell, sir? I followed a doctor in my early years and learned some conditioning techniques. If you don't mind, sir, I will serve you."
Jiang Zhaorong lowered his eyes. He really had a headache: "Press it."
Taohong's eyes suddenly lit up.
She had been sent here by the old lady for more than half a year, and this was the first time she was so close to him.
In the past, Jiang Zhaorong asked other maids to do things like undressing.
She stretched out her jade hands and gently massaged his shoulders. After his body relaxed and got used to her touch, she moved to the upper part and kneaded his temples.
Jiang Zhaorong's wrinkled brows slowly relaxed.
It did relieve him a lot. He closed his eyes and praised, "Your craftsmanship is good."
Taohong raised the corner of her lips slightly, "Your Excellency is complimenting me. I just learned a little from a doctor when I was young, so I can't compare to a real doctor."
Jiang Zhaorong stopped talking, and Taohong pressed gently.
A faint fragrance lingered around Jiang Zhaorong's nose, and his nose moved slightly, "What kind of incense do you use?"
"My Excellency, it's benzoin."
Jiang Zhaorong sighed lightly. When he mentioned the incense, he thought of Song Shiwei.
He had already punished her, but Xu Youran still refused to give in...
He became annoyed again and waved Taohong's hand away: "Alright, stop pressing!"
Taohong didn't know what he was thinking, and thought that she pressed too hard, so she knelt down and begged for mercy: "My Lord, please forgive me, my Lord, please forgive me."
Jiang Zhaorong's eyes fell on her arched back and her white neck that was faintly exposed when her hair hung down. He suddenly felt distracted and hastily moved his eyes away.
No, he promised Xu Youran that he would not take a concubine again!
His tone became cold: "It has nothing to do with you, go out, you don't need to serve me here."
Taohong quickly got up and walked out the door, closing the door after going out.
Jiang Zhaorong pinched his brows and thought about countermeasures.
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Inside the prison, Song Shiwei stuffed the blood letter into her clothes, rubbed her legs, and cried out repeatedly.
"Ouch... Ouch..."
"What are you crying for!"
The jailer knocked impatiently in front of her cell with a stick in his hand.
Song Shiwei slowed down her voice, "Brother, my leg was hit by a stick before, can you call a doctor for me?"
The jailer lowered his head impatiently, and when he heard her say this, he immediately laughed.
The prisoner asked the jailer to help call a doctor, and he wanted to see who was so stupid that he could say such a thing.
It would be fine if he didn't look at it, but when he saw it, the jailer immediately swallowed his saliva.
Once you enter this cell, no matter how good-looking you are, you will be wasted in half a month at most. Gao is a typical example. When the jailer saw Song Shiwei being so coquettish, he was naturally impatient.
He opened the cell door and squatted in front of Song Shiwei.
Song Shiwei looked at his anxious eyes, full of disgust, but she didn't dare to show it.
She leaned close to the jailer's ear and said softly, "Brother, I am the adopted daughter of the prime minister. Can you hand this thing of mine to the Sixth Prince?"
The jailer's hand paused in the air.
The adopted daughter of the prime minister, and related to the prince?
This identity is not something he can change.
The jailer looked hesitant, withdrew his hand, and had the intention of retreating.
After finally seizing such an opportunity, Song Shiwei certainly would not let it go easily. She took off the jade bracelet in her hand and put it in his hand.
"Brother, this is a small token of my appreciation. As long as you help me deliver this letter to the Sixth Prince, the Sixth Prince will reward you handsomely."
The jailer weighed the bracelet in his hand. It was crystal clear and heavy. It was obvious that it was not an ordinary item.
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