Chapter 184 Self-recommendation of pillow and bed

Even though there were three people sitting in the carriage, it didn't seem cramped. Xu Yaowen took out a storybook and snacks from under the seat, handed them to Jiang Zhiyu, and stared at He Yanting.

His eyes were full of warnings.

He Yanting was calm, his eyes fell on Jiang Zhiyu casually, and there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

This was different from usual. From Shengjing to Jinzhou, it would take at least ten days.

What's more, the farther away from Shengjing, the bumpier the road would be, and the inn where she stayed on the road would definitely not be as soft as the one she slept on on weekdays.

Jiang Zhiyu was not aware of his worry at all. She leaned her arm on the window and looked out with excitement.

Although everything was white, Jiang Zhiyu still found it very novel. She held a cake in her mouth and watched the rabbits jumping outside from time to time.

"I don't know how Bohr spread the epidemic," Xu Yaowen sighed, "Although the medicine has been sent out first, I always have a hunch that the current situation in Jinzhou must be terrible."

When Jinzhou was mentioned, the hearts of the other two were also covered with a layer of clouds.

Jiang Zhiyu's knuckles made a crackling sound.

[Jinzhou officials and local gentry protected each other. Although the third uncle implemented some policies, he was a latecomer after all, and he didn't know as much as they did. They occupied the fields, levied taxes arbitrarily and recklessly, leaving the people without land to farm and food to eat! 】

【Given their nature, even if the medicine is delivered, it will never reach the hands of the people who really need it. 】

Listening to Jiang Zhiyu's voice, Xu Yaowen's face became heavy and his eyes turned red.

Although he was the prefect of Jinzhou, he suffered from the fact that he had no one to use, and the governor Lian Qisheng and the patrol officer Liu Zhijie were suppressing him. Although he wanted to change, he was powerless.

【But don't worry, all the conspiracies and tricks are nothing under the absolute suppression of force, just wait to be shot! 】

What is a gun?

Although Xu Yaowen didn't know, he couldn't help laughing when he heard her slightly naive speech.

He Yanting on the side couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth.

Five or six meters behind their carriage was Jiang Zhaorong's carriage. When Jiang Zhaorong heard the servant report that they were taking the same route, he curled his fingers slightly. His

Majesty never mentioned that they were also going to Jinzhou...

However, they must be going there for epidemic prevention, which did not conflict with his own purpose, and dealing with those local officials would consume most of their energy. Add to that the epidemic prevention, and they certainly would not have any extra energy to focus on themselves.

Thinking of this, Jiang Zhaorong's wrinkled brows gradually relaxed.

Perhaps, he could also take this opportunity to repair his father-daughter relationship with Zhiyu. If Song Shiwei really had a different identity, he would have another way out.

With an idea in mind, Jiang Zhaorong picked up the book aside and started reading.

The carriage traveled from early morning to dusk, and when it was almost night, they stayed in an inn next to the roadside post.

It was inevitable that they felt uncomfortable sitting in the carriage. Jiang Zhiyu jumped down and stretched her lazy waist. The other two also got off the carriage. Xu Yaowen asked for three upper rooms, and He Yanting went somewhere unknown.

Jiang Zhaorong followed them. Knowing that Xu Yaowen didn't like him, he didn't come up again. He just put on a wry smile when Jiang Zhiyu looked up, and the servant standing next to him looked so sad.

Xu Yaowen snorted disdainfully. Jiang Zhaorong's appearance was undoubtedly superior, otherwise Xu Youran would not have been so fascinated by him that she would not marry anyone else.

Thinking of this, he looked at Jiang Zhiyu nervously.

The aesthetics between mother and daughter are probably the same, and Jiang Zhaorong is Zhiyu's biological father. Zhiyu will not feel pity for him when she sees him like this.

He kept staring at Jiang Zhiyu, and only felt relieved when he saw her look away with no emotion in her eyes.

After He Yanting came back, they had dinner. Because they had to get up early the next day, Xu Yaowen did not keep Jiang Zhiyu for long. He sent her to the door, told her to rest early, and then returned to his room.

Jiang Zhiyu lay on the bed, feeling a sharp pain in her back.

Even the upper room cannot be compared with the residence in Shengjing. It is just a thin mattress, which is no different from sleeping directly on the bed.

However, Jiang Zhiyu's adaptability was good. She spread half of the quilt, lay on it, and then covered herself with the other half of the quilt and closed her eyes.

She was about to sleep when there were two knocks on the door.

"Dong-Dong-"

Jiang Zhiyu turned over and got out of bed. When she opened the door, she saw He Yanting holding a quilt.

Jiang Zhiyu: "???"

She blinked: "Are you recommending yourself as the bed?"

She said these words word by word with a smile, full of teasing.

He Yanting's tone was also smiling: "You are so young, what do you think about all day long."

He stepped in and looked at the mess on the bed, and the smile in his eyes became even bigger.

He put down the three quilts in his hands and made the bed for her personally.

Jiang Zhiyu was watching from behind him. She wanted to lend a hand but was blocked by He Yanting.

After the floor was paved, He Yanting reached out and pressed it again. He withdrew his hand only after he felt the soft touch under his palm.

He did not leave. The dim light in the room illuminated his profile, adding a sense of danger. However, as soon as he opened his mouth, the danger was diluted.

"What are you going to do when we get to Jinzhou?"

His voice sounded clearer in the quiet room, and his eyes looked at Jiang Zhiyu quietly.

He Yanting thought about Jiang Zhiyu's thoughts in the carriage, and couldn't help thinking in his heart that she would not kill those people as soon as they met.

Jiang Zhiyu had no intention of hiding the truth from him, and spoke frankly, "If the medicine is really in their hands, then they will be killed on the spot."

Her tone was calm, not like she was talking about life and death, but rather about what she had eaten tonight.

He Yanting's eyes were deep, and his dark pupils were bottomless.

"It's easy to kill Lian Qisheng and Liu Zhijie, but they have been in that position for too long, and their cronies and the forces behind them are all over Jinzhou. And now Jinzhou is in the midst of an epidemic prevention situation, and people are urgently needed. Once they are killed, your uncle will be the only one transferred, and I'm afraid he won't be able to handle it."

Jiang Zhiyu also knew the pros and cons of this, but...

she smiled: "Who said I only killed two of them?"

There was a flash of fire in her eyes, and the corners of her lips and eyebrows were raised as if she was smiling, but there was no peace at all, but a chilling coldness.

He Yanting's breath was slightly stagnant, but it was not because of fear. There was a flash of excitement in his eyes, and he stared at her with interest.

Jiang Zhiyu: "???"

[Hiss, why is this look like the way he looked at me when we first met? ]