Chapter 36 The younger brother of the waste control group

No matter how powerful he was in the past, he is just a paralyzed person now. I don’t know why the emperor values ​​him!

Lu Daizong said angrily in his heart, looking at Jiang Zhiyu, and

his mind was distracted again. What did Jiang Zhiyu do to him? Why did he think of her all these days? !

Jiang Zhaorong had a plan in his mind and bowed directly: "The money for this time... We will come to get it next time. I have something important to do today, so I will leave first."

After saying that, he hurriedly walked out with Jiang Zhiyu.

Gao Yan stared at his back stupidly and sighed in his heart.

The guards pushed the wheelchair away, and the hall was filled with music and dancing again. The guards pushed the wheelchair all the way up to the third floor and opened the room in the corner.

The whole room was filled with incense. On a long table in the middle was a chessboard. A man in red was holding his head with one hand, his black hair hanging down like a waterfall, without a single ornament on his body, his cheeks flushed, and he held a chess piece in his other hand, with a few pots scattered around his feet.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he didn't even raise his head: "You're back? Come on, there are people making trouble in my Qingfeng Pavilion every day. How come you caught my eye this time? You didn't even play chess with me, but ran away in a hurry?"

The guard pushed He Yanting to the opposite side, turned around and went out. After closing the door, He Yanting said in a slightly cold tone: "Your identity is exposed."

Su Bai was stunned, and the chess piece fell from his fingertips. His casual expression suddenly became serious: "What's the matter?"

He Yanting didn't know how to start for the first time.

Could it be that he heard Jiang Zhiyu's thoughts?

He coughed lightly: "This is not important. The important thing is that it is the third lady of the Xiangfu who knows your identity. Maybe Jiang Zhaorong also knows it."

Su Bai's eyes were full of surprise: "The third lady of the Xiangfu?! How did she know?"

A lady from a noble family knew his identity? Su Bai was shocked.

"Don't lie to me. If she knew, the whole Tianqi would know it."

"When did I lie to you? The source of the third lady's information is very mysterious. Not to mention you, even I guess she knows it clearly."

Su Bai couldn't help but gasp.

So powerful?

"What are you going to do? Kill her? You can't expose your identity."

Compared with his anxiety, He Yanting seemed very calm. He picked up the black piece with his slender fingers and put it on the right side of the chessboard: "Why kill? This way, it will be more interesting."

Su Bai didn't comment, and then suddenly said: "You just went out, didn't it because of her?"

He Yanting glanced at him.

“You won’t…”

Facing He Yanting’s warning gaze, Su Bai tactfully made a pulling motion at the corner of his mouth and smiled ingratiatingly.

He was so evasive, it must be that Hongluan was moved!

…

On the carriage back to the mansion, Jiang Zhiyu felt a little guilty.

She thought too little, and only thought about herself, but forgot that in this era, if this matter got out, it would be such a joke. She rarely stopped and hung her head dejectedly.

“I’m sorry, Daddy, I’m willful and shouldn’t have pestered you to come. If someone recognizes me, I’m afraid I’ll be laughed at by others.”

Jiang Zhaorong was slightly stunned. He was wondering why Zhiyu was listless as soon as she left Qingfeng Pavilion. He thought she was angry because she didn’t see her lover, but it turned out to be because of this.

Jiang Zhaorong touched her head lovingly: "What's the harm? Your father is the prime minister. What if they laugh at you behind your back? Besides, don't they know how to go out?"

"My daughter, do whatever you want. As long as it doesn't harm others, you can do whatever you want."

Jiang Zhiyu looked at him with squinting eyes. A feeling she had never had before rose in her heart, and her eyes gradually became moist.

[Without the heroine, this father is such a good father! Don't worry, I will never let you go down the same path as before! ]

...

Last night, it was too late. Without Brother Heng to make trouble, Jiang Zhiyu finally slept the first good sleep she had ever had, and didn't wake up until noon.

The master slept soundly, and the maids didn't dare to disturb her, and they did things very carefully.

A young man about ten years old walked in, dressed in moon-white clothes. The jade pendant on his waist swayed as he walked.

"It's noon, third sister hasn't woken up yet?" The

one who spoke was the third son of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Jiang Bojian.

The Imperial College is closed every five days, and he can only come back once every five days.

Zhuying hurriedly came forward and said, "My young master, the young lady and the Prime Minister came back very late last night, and the Prime Minister also ordered that the young lady's sleep should not be disturbed."

Jiang Bojian was unhappy. When he was angry, a lump would automatically swell on his chubby face, which looked very cute.

"What's the matter? Brother Heng cried and almost died when he saw me, and he said that his father was going to send him away?"

He didn't lower his voice when he spoke, and it was obvious that he wanted to wake Jiang Zhiyu up.

Zhuying was anxious, but she had no other choice but to whisper back, "The Prime Minister was in the Second Master's yard and found that the Second Master had falsified accounts and had hidden a lot of banknotes and jewelry. He dug out three large boxes and dozens of small boxes."

"Moreover, the Prime Minister also said that Brother Heng was not a blood of the Jiang family, but was born from Gao's affair with someone else. The Prime Minister was very angry and took them to the Dali Temple overnight."

Jiang Bojian's eyes widened.

A few simple words impacted his shaky worldview.

Jiang Kangan was paralyzed, and Jiang Wenjing was leading troops in the front line and was not at home.

Jiang Jianjin could only let Brother Heng please Jiang Bojian, who was still in school.

After all, he was raised from childhood, and he had seen his father's methods of pleasing his grandmother. Brother Heng was influenced by his father and kept calling him brother every day, which greatly satisfied Jiang Bojian's wish to be a brother.

Therefore, Jiang Bojian was always very good to Brother Heng. After he came out of the Imperial College, he would buy some snacks and toys for him on the street and bring them back to the house.

Hearing this news, he didn't believe it.

"What nonsense! How could Brother Heng not be a child of the Jiang family?!"

As soon as he got angry, the maids in the house knelt on the ground, and Zhuying's voice trembled: "Young Master, calm down, we don't know."

Jiang Bojian tutted his lips in dissatisfaction, and the more they looked at him, the more annoyed he became.

"You don't even know this, what does the Prime Minister's Mansion keep you for?"

He raised his foot to kick her, and Zhuying closed her eyes, but there was movement on the other side of the bed.

Jiang Bojian looked over, and Jiang Zhiyu seemed not to be fully awake yet, staring at him with a confused look, her eyes slightly red, and the whole person looked like a well-behaved and harmless rabbit.

"Who is it, making a noise so early in the morning?!"

Her irritable voice instantly broke the impression of being well-behaved, and her eyes were fixed on Jiang Bojian, and it took a long time for her to focus.

[Oh, it turned out to be my brother in the waste control group, damn.]

Jiang Bojian, who has been praised since childhood: "???"

She hasn't woken up yet!