Chapter 5: Holy Mother and the White-Eyed

Wolf Before Jiang Zhiyu could say anything, Jiang Sulan's face changed: "Mr. He, be careful with your words. Please be careful when you say something that will damage the reputation of your daughter's family."

Jiang Zhiyu didn't know if He Yanting heard it, but she heard Jiang Sulan's warning.

[Great, is this what it feels like to have a sister? It's really good.]

Jiang Sulan was stunned. Was her sister blaming her for not standing up for her before?

He Yanting chuckled: "Miss Jiang, why do you have to be like this? I just think that the third lady is carefree and I'm quite jealous."

Jiang Zhiyu rolled his eyes to the sky. [You just came here

to ridicule me. Do you think I can't hear it? You're jealous. Do you want this reputation? 】

He Yanting was slightly stunned, and looked at her from top to bottom, his eyes full of suspicion.

Did she say anything just now?

"Master He?" Jiang Sulan frowned. No, he could hear it, right?

He Yanting came back to his senses, put his emotions into his eyes, and smiled gently: "Just now I was blown by the wind, and my leg disease flared up and I was distracted."

Jiang Zhiyu said "Oh": "Then Master, go back and have a rest, you must take good care of yourself, if you become paralyzed, it will be bad."

[I don't believe you, your leg disease flared up, it's just that the acupuncture points were sealed with needles, if you dare to provoke me, I will stab you out directly. 】

Her words were not offensive, and the people who were silently watching them couldn't help but gasp.

Everyone knows this whole apocalypse. Although He Yanting looks like a gentleman, his behavior is not at all like that of a gentleman.

Especially the legs, which can be said to be a taboo for He Yanting. The last time he mentioned it, the grass on his grave was estimated to be as high as the house.

However, what surprised them was that He Yanting still had a smile on his face, and his expression looked particularly happy?

He Yanting's smile became even bigger, and now he could see it clearly.

"Miss San is right. Leg disease needs to be taken care of. I will go back now. After all, I dare not make you angry."

He left after he finished speaking, leaving a group of people who seemed to be struck by lightning, standing there, looking at each other.

The words were said ambiguously, and everyone's inquiring eyes fell on Jiang Zhiyu. If Jiang Sulan hadn't been able to hear her inner voice, she would have been suspicious at this moment.

But after hearing it, Jiang Sulan no longer had any doubts.

In addition to cursing, Jiang Zhiyu's inner voice was just one sentence: [You dog, dare to spread rumors about me, I must kill you.]

Jiang Sulan sighed.

...

On the other side, Song Shiwei sat next to Jiang Zhaorong. The other ministers sat next to their legitimate sons, only Jiang Zhaorong sat next to his daughter, and she was an adopted daughter.

It was also well known that Jiang Zhaorong loved this daughter more than his own children.

Jiang Sulan looked at them from a distance, with no waves in her heart.

Since they were young, their father taught them to be good to Song Shiwei, because she had lost her parents and they should take care of her.

No matter what good things their father got, the first one would always be Song Shiwei's. They were jealous when they were young, but they were the ones who were punished...

[The saintly father and the ungrateful daughter are a perfect match.]

Jiang Zhiyu really didn't understand the mentality of serving outsiders and wronging his own family.

In the plot, Song Shiwei's father was Jiang Zhaorong's confidant. In a war, he was killed for passing on intelligence to Jiang Zhaorong. Jiang Zhaorong felt guilty about this, and his confidant's wife died in childbirth when giving birth to Song Shiwei, so Jiang Zhaorong took in Song Shiwei as his adopted daughter.

This is understandable, but the problem is that Jiang Zhaorong is too maternal and chauvinistic. He doesn't care about other people's explanations at all. He just thinks that what he thinks is right. For Song Shiwei, he has punished them countless times. Even in such an occasion to show up and fight for his future, he doesn't care about his own son and must choose Song Shiwei.

Jiang Zhiyu has reason to believe that if the girl with divine inspiration can be an official, Jiang Zhaorong will do his best to win an official position for her.

Moreover, his children have no complaints. Not only do they not feel disgusted with Song Shiwei, but they also listen to her and even hate the original owner because of her.

[This is the fate of the heroine's halo and cannon fodder. ]

Jiang Zhiyu sighed, and his eyes were completely dark about the future.

But those are things for the future. Now, she has more important things to do.

Jiang Sulan pretended not to notice Jiang Zhiyu sneaking away, and when other people's eyes were cast on her, she leaned over to cover her.

After she left, Jiang Sulan looked at her back and fell into deep thought.

What is the halo of the heroine and the cannon fodder?

...

Lu Daizong whistled. He was in a good mood after just finishing his job and looked around.

A thin arm stretched out from the bushes and pulled him down directly.

Lu Daizong only felt a darkness in front of his eyes, and someone stuffed something into his mouth. Then, he felt a sharp pain in his hand.

In the midst of severe pain and coma, he heard the girl murmured: "You said you want this finger, this one, I won't cut more, and you won't die..."

Jiang! Zhi! Yu!

...

The hunting was over, and carriages from various mansions were waiting outside the hunting grounds to welcome their masters. Jiang Zhiyu ran over excitedly, carrying two fat rabbits.

"Where did the rabbits come from? Put

them back in the cage!" Jiang Sulan stretched out her hand to call the servants to open the cage. Jiang Zhiyu put the rabbits in and held the cage tightly.

Jiang Sulan thought she wanted to raise them, and was about to tell her some knowledge about raising them, when she heard her shouting in her heart:

[Roast rabbits! Roast rabbits! So fragrant, slurp.]

She was amused, and Jiang Sulan laughed and scolded her for being useless in her heart, and then said: "I'll make you braised rabbits when we get back."

Jiang Zhiyu's eyes lit up. After the end of the world, no one had eaten anything good. They only had vegetables every day, and they didn't dare to touch meat.

As they were talking, Jiang Zhaorong and Song Shiwei came over. Because of Jiang Zhiyu's thoughts, Jiang Sulan felt a little uncomfortable looking at both of them.

"Are you all back?"

Jiang Zhaorong's eyes swept over them, looking at the jade pendant hanging on Jiang Sulan's body, and whispered: "Was it given by the fifth prince?"

Jiang Sulan subconsciously glanced at Jiang Zhiyu, then nodded.

Jiang Zhaorong patted her on the shoulder, then looked at Jiang Zhiyu, his eyes stern: "Do you know you are wrong? Your own problem is small, and your father can still support you, but if you implicate your sisters, do you still have the face to stand in front of them?"

These words were both heartwarming and chilling. Jiang Zhiyu didn't know what expression to put on for a while.

If you say he is not good, he still takes care of you. If you say he is good, what he did is unpopular.

Jiang Zhiyu could only nod vaguely.

Compared with the ease of others, the people of the Lu family were almost going crazy. Several servants ran back and forth, their faces full of anxiety.

Where did the second son go?