Chapter 51
What's going on?
Xu Zhiyan's heart was filled with turmoil, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.
Turn around.
He sat down opposite His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.
Seeing that Xu Zhiyan didn't say anything, the prince didn't press him. Instead, he picked up a cup of hot tea with his handsome hands and placed it in front of Xu Zhiyan.
Ten years ago.
He encountered a thrilling chase, and Xu Zhiyan was also chased by his sister. The two worked together and finally waited for his secret guards. In a blink of an eye, Xu Zhiyan had become his close minister.
Later, they lived and died together several times, making them both king and subject, and good friends.
"Jiang Jianzheng didn't choose you!"
As he sipped the tea in his hand, the prince's handsome face was tinged with a slight chill.
"He's afraid that after he marries his daughter to you, Jiang Zhaoying will secretly support you and change the position of Supervisor?"
This position is not of high rank, but the status is transcendent. He can have a say in front of all the princes and nobles, and no one wants to offend him.
There was a lot of pain in Xu Zhiyan's eyes, and it took him a while to shake his head.
"Your Highness, not every relationship is one of mutual calculation."
At least that was not the case between him and Ying'er. At first he thought that the master was taking advantage of Ying'er, but later he discovered that it was Ying'er who was willing to support the master, and the master also had plans for her.
Speaking of which.
If that incident hadn't happened, he and Ying'er might have really gotten married.
The sudden pain in his heart made him breathless and his face turned pale. Xu Zhiyan quickly suppressed the thought and stopped thinking about it.
"Since you have deep feelings for her, why don't you ask for her hand in marriage?"
He should understand the principle that one has access to water.
Xu Zhiyan knew that since His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had asked this question, he would definitely get to the bottom of it. Even if he didn't answer, someone would investigate.
So he took something out of his arms and placed it in front of the prince.
"Your Highness, this is a token of the Wen family."
Shen Liuguang recognized it at a glance. The jade pendant was a token of the patriarch of the Wen family.
But the Wen family was wiped out twelve years ago, all the people in the house were executed, and all their belongings were confiscated. How could such a valuable thing still be in Xu Zhiyan's hands?
and.
They had checked Xu Zhiyan's background ten years ago, and he was indeed a descendant of the Xu family. There was no direct relationship between the Xu and Wen families.
"Who killed the Wen family?"
Shen Liuguang asked Cheng Tingan softly, and Cheng Tingan thought about it.
"It should be Prime Minister Liu. Let's put it this way, if the Wen family had not been exterminated, today's Prime Minister would be named Wen."
Shen Liuguang froze.
The cup in Xu Zhiyan's hand shattered with a snap, and drops of blood flowed out from his palm.
The prince's eyes fell on Xu Zhiyan, gradually becoming sharp, and finally turning into a pressure that made Xu Zhiyan a little breathless.
"Your Highness."
Xu Zhiyan met the Crown Prince's cold and stern gaze.
"I have the memories of the third young master of the Wen family."
Not only did Shen Liuguang and Cheng Ting'an show deep doubts in their eyes after hearing these words, even His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was stunned for a moment.
What does this mean?
Did you dream about it?
"I don't know what happened, but I have had the memory of the third young master of the Wen family since I was seven years old."
Taking the handkerchief, Xu Zhiyan pressed his bleeding palm without changing his expression.
He had no way to tell anyone. After the Wen family was destroyed, his soul was left in the Wen Mansion. He watched the massacre happen again every day and suffered the torture of being torn apart every day. It was not until two years later that Ying'er suddenly broke in and called him "Brother Shuye". Only then did he seem to wake up and his soul rushed out of the Wen Mansion.
That year Wen Shuye was seven years old, and Xu Zhiyan was also seven years old. Xu Zhiyan died at the hands of his own sister, and when he woke up, it was Wen Shuye's soul living in his body.
"Including the memory of the house being raided?"
The prince's eyes were sharp, as if he wanted to see through Xu Zhiyan, and Xu Zhiyan nodded.
Speaking of which.
Although Wen Shuye and Jiang Zhaoying were born in different years, they were born on the same day of the same month. Their families were neighbors and had a good relationship, so they knew each other before they even started walking. Wen Shu was also two years older than Jiang Zhaoying. If he had not died, Wen Shu would have been a handsome young man of seventeen.
His long eyelashes drooped slightly and he felt a sharp pain in his heart.
Xu Zhiyan thought blankly, wondering if Ying'er still remembered Brother Shuye who held her little hand and played with her!
Bang……
Jiang Zhaoying was taking a nap when she suddenly woke up and swept the cup away with her hand.
Shu Yun was startled and hurried forward to support her.
"What's wrong, young lady? Is your wound hurting again? Or are you angry about what happened between Prince Song and Aunt Su?"
“Neither.”
Jiang Zhaoying gently stroked her heart which suddenly felt painful, patted Shu Yun, shook her head and spoke.
"I dreamed of Brother Shuye."
"What?"
Shu Yun frowned. Wen... Didn’t the third young master of the Wen family die many years ago?
Back then, the entire Wen family was executed, and the master secretly spent hundreds of thousands of taels of silver, but failed to save any of them. When Wen Shuye's body was found, even Jiang Jianzheng, a young man full of vigor, couldn't help crying.
later.
They moved. Jiang Zhaoying did not make a fuss but just cried silently for a long time. When Nanny Li carried her away, she kept staring at the gate of the Wen Mansion with her swollen eyes.
Shu Yun stiffened his body, raised his face and looked at his young lady, shock overflowing from his eyes.
That's what I said.
The young lady has known the strange things in the world since she was young, and has been able to predict good and bad luck, happiness and funerals. Has she been able to do this since she was young?
"Shu Yun."
Jiang Zhaoying raised her hand and wiped it gently, only to find that her face was already covered with tears.
"I have been deliberately not thinking about Brother Shuye, Uncle Wen, Aunt Wen, Sister Wen and the others, but I have dreamed of them many times. I... I really miss them, and my mother."
Why couldn't she be reborn when she was just born?
In this way, she can take a good look at her mother and engrave her appearance in her heart. She can also try to help the Wen family avoid the disaster and let them all survive.
Why did I have to be reborn on the day of my wedding?
"Miss!"
Shu Yun rushed over and hugged Jiang Zhaoying tightly. Seeing the young lady so sad, she also felt extremely sad and couldn't stop her tears from flowing.
"Miss, you can tell fortunes, right? How about you calculate the reincarnations of the Wen family? Are they doing well?"
Jiang Zhaoying was stunned.
Then he hurriedly took out a few ancient coins from his arms, silently recited Wen Shuye's eight characters again, threw the coins on the table, and began to calculate lightly with his long fingers.
However.
When the calculation reached a certain extent, Jiang Zhaoying's expression changed slightly.
"What's wrong, miss?"
Shu Yun was a little surprised. She seldom saw the young lady with this expression when doing calculations. With the eight characters of any person in her hands, she could calculate their fate without much effort.
"how so?"
A trace of confusion flashed across Jiang Zhaoying's face.
Then she fell into silence until she returned to the Kongliu Cottage in the Song Mansion. She lay on the table and kept calculating, but the results were always the same.
"Brother Shuye is indeed dead. Father brought his body back and buried it himself, right?"
"That's right. I saw Master Wen covered in blood."
Shu Yun nodded. She remembered that when the master came back carrying Young Master Wen's body, he was almost stumbling and in a state of trance.
If these things hadn't happened, the Jiang and Wen families might have become relatives.
Jiang Zhaoying buried her face in her palms, tears streaming down her face, choking with pain.
"From the hexagram, it seems that Brother Shuye has a short life. But there is light at the end of the tunnel. There is life hidden in death that I cannot understand. What is going on?"
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