60 Plum Blossom Ice Cream
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Pinglin returned to the Prince of Dongping's mansion with 1,200 taels of silver in his arms, feeling nervous.
Just as he reached the side door of Lingquanyuan, he bumped head-on into a man of the same height as him, and their foreheads clashed.
With a "bang".
"Which blind bastard dares to offend your uncle Mo Shan!" Mo Shan covered his head and cursed.
Seeing that it was Pinglin, he immediately changed his expression and said with a smile: "It's Brother Pinglin."
Although both of them were Xie Linchuan's personal servants, Pinglin had served for a long time and was more trusted, so his status was higher.
Pinglin was feeling annoyed and waved his hand, ignoring him. "Where's the prince?"
Mo Shan said, "I went to the Xishan Ancient Battlefield with Master Liu early this morning. I'm afraid they won't be back until the afternoon."
Pinglin breathed a sigh of relief.
Mo Shan has always been a bit cunning. When he saw something was wrong, he started asking about what happened at the Jiang family's old house yesterday.
Pinglin described Xie Linchuan's terrifying appearance last night and took out 1,200 taels of silver notes:
"I tried my best to persuade Madam Jiang to accept the house, but she insisted on paying me. What should I do? The prince will be furious when he comes back and asks about it."
Mo Shan's eyes rolled around and he whispered a few words into Ping Lin's ear.
Pinglin shuddered with fear: "Is this okay?"
Mo Shan said, "What's wrong?"
Of course, he wouldn't say that during the first month of the lunar year, he snatched a box of tangerine cakes from Yingtao and half-truthed to Xie Linchuan.
He just patted his silly brother on the shoulder. "Learn more."
In the afternoon, Xie Linchuan returned and, as expected, asked about the Jiang family's old house. He was somewhat surprised to hear Pinglin say that she had taken the title deed and keys.
Pinglin followed Mo Shan's instructions and repeated his conversation with Jiang Qinglan verbatim, omitting only the matter of the banknote.
But he did not embezzle the banknotes, but put them into Xie Linchuan's private account.
Xie Linchuan sneered when he heard her ask "Is there a copy of the key?"
In her heart, he was always so unbearable. But Pinglin used a cruel trick, and she finally accepted the gift.
Yesterday, he lost his mind and spoke without thinking.
She and Lu Fei had been childhood sweethearts, and she was the one who came later, wasn't she? Consider that house his apology. Perhaps, it wasn't enough...
Thinking of Liu Changfeng's advice to him at the ancient battlefield of Xishan, he fell into deep thought for a moment.
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The weather was getting hotter day by day, and the Dragon Boat Festival was here in the blink of an eye.
In May of last year, there was drought and little rain, and the tide in the Qiantang River was not high, so the Lin'an Prefecture Office cancelled all water activities, which the people felt was a pity.
As soon as summer began this year, heavy rain fell for several days in a row. As soon as May began, the government office began to prepare for dragon boat races and bidding activities.
On the fifth day of the New Year, the usually lazy Tuan Tuan got up early, ate a huge pork and glutinous rice dumpling, and hurriedly dragged Jiang Qinglan out.
By the time the group exited the Houchao Gate at the Xinghua Restaurant, the fiery sun had just slanted over Wushan Mountain. The banks of the Qiantang River were already packed.
The stall owners were the most fearless of hard work and came early in the morning to take up their spots, shouting at the top of their lungs:
"Linglong Shuangtiao - seven-color sesame cakes - wide, crispy, thin and crunchy - fragrant and crispy, delicious and inexpensive!"
"Walk around, take a look, ginger honey water, papaya drink, Wuling Dashun powder——"
The rice dumpling vendors who failed to rent a stall carried two bamboo baskets on a shoulder pole.
It was filled with hundreds of rice dumplings tied with colorful strings, and he was selling them among the crowd.
The fragrance of rice dumplings mixed with the odor of realgar wine, when blown by the river breeze, turned into a hot and turbid wave.
Besides tourists and small vendors, the most common stalls were those of the major banks, shouting, "Guan Pu Guan Pu, whoever wins will receive a hundred times their bet!"
Every stall was surrounded by a crowd of people, all of whom had the dream of getting rich overnight.
Although it was lively on the shore, what was even more exciting was on the river.
When the drums sounded to signal the start of the race, dozens of dragon boats proudly broke through the waves, their golden dragon heads shining in the sunlight.
The rowers wore only plain clothes with red scarves wrapped around their foreheads. To the thunderous beats of drums, they shouted in unison and swung their oars, stirring up white waves that could be heard everywhere.
A group of people from the Xinghua Restaurant struggled to get to the shore, and seeing this scene, they were all overwhelmed with emotion.
Tuan Tuan and Hu Zi both yelled with excitement. Zheng Wang took the opportunity to touch Wang Hui Niang's hand. Seeing that she didn't struggle, he squeezed it tightly, too happy to pay attention to the competition.
Jiang Qinglan focused his attention on the river, thinking:
Zhang Zeduan created a painting called "The Competition for the Flag at Jinming Lake", which fully captures the excitement of the Dragon Boat Festival in the Northern Song Dynasty. Only when you see it in person will you realize how unprecedented the event was!
Let’s talk about the river.
At the finish line of the race stands a tall pole with a golden trophy hanging on it.
The dragon boat that was originally in the lead was approaching the target, and a sailor had to stand up and climb to help.
Unexpectedly, on the second-ranked dragon boat, a young man in plain clothes jumped out at an angle, stretched out his arms like an ape, and jumped up when the boat was not stable, climbing up the high pole in a few seconds.
For a moment, everyone on the river and on the shore held their breath.
The man jumped to the top of the pole like a civet cat, pulled off the golden label and waved it in the air.
In an instant, drums and music sounded and cheers broke out.
It turns out that this is exactly what Lin'an Prefecture Office has come up with this year -
Combining the two events of boat racing and flag-grabbing makes the scene more exciting and the audience more enjoyable.
But it is also more difficult for the contestants.
In Xichun Tower by the river, Emperor Chengping and his concubines, princes, and princesses stood by the window, watching the competition.
Emperor Chengping was delighted when he saw what had just happened: "This year's competition is well organized. Where is the prefect of Lin'an? There will be a reward!"
The prefect stepped out and knelt to express his gratitude. Emperor Chengping was about to ask who came up with the idea of combining the dragon boat race and the flag-raising competition, but he heard thunderous cheers from below.
When he looked, he saw that it was a dragon boat that changed direction, broke through the white waves, and headed towards the shore at a rapid speed.
When they reached the shore, the young man holding the trophy jumped down with lightning speed. The crowd automatically made way for him as if split by a sharp blade.
From a distance, I could see a bright red scarf moving as fast as a cheetah.
Emperor Chengping thought: This person is...
The people below are closer and can see more clearly.
The young man had broad shoulders and a broad back, and his muscles were bulging under the thin, narrow-sleeved clothes.
His sword-like eyebrows slanted down to his temples, his eyes were like black ink, and he was unparalleled in his handsomeness and fierceness. Wherever he went, he caused cheers.
The people at the Xinghua Restaurant were just like everyone else, laughing, making noises, jumping and dancing. Everyone's face was flushed red, and their hearts were almost bursting with joy.
There was a young lady next to them, whose face was also flushed with excitement.
She stood on tiptoe and watched for a while. She saw that the trophy-winning young man seemed to be getting closer and closer to her. She screamed and suddenly fell limply to the ground, unconscious.
The Lin'an government office was well prepared, and bailiffs came immediately, carried her to a cool place, and gave her some cool drinks.
Jiang Qinglan was originally paying attention to the fainted girl, but he heard Wang Huiniang muttering: "Why do I feel that person looks like..." She has always had an extraordinary eyesight and can recognize familiar people from a hundred steps away.
Jiang Qinglan raised his eyes and saw a familiar figure coming.
This madman, what does he want to do!
Her blood immediately rushed to her head and her face flushed red, but at this moment she had nowhere to go, neither forward nor backward.
In the blink of an eye, Xie Linchuan was in front of her.
Thousands of people sighed, tens of thousands of people watched, but at this moment, the whole world was silent.
The thunderous drumbeats on the river were gone, the hawkers' calls on the shore were no longer audible, and even the sound of waves crashing against the railings was silent.
He stopped, grinned at her childishly, and spread the golden trophy, which was not even stained with a trace of moisture, in front of her.
"For you!"
He was wearing a tight-sleeved dark-colored suit, his chest heaving violently within the collar, and sweat pouring down.
The river breeze made his red headband flutter, making him look sharp and heroic.
Jiang Qinglan suddenly remembered that when they first met outside Jiahui Gate, he and his Cuju playing companions were singing and laughing, galloping on horseback, and they were also so heroic.
However, she was walking along the road at that time and was almost hit by them. She felt only disgust in her heart.
Now what?
He looked at her steadily, his eyes like deep pools filled with infinite affection. Once she saw him, she couldn't look away.
Just like the roses that prick your hand, yet you insist on picking them, or the strong liquor that intoxicates you, yet you insist on drinking it. You are stuck in the mud, unable to extricate yourself.
She even had a feeling: How could she have done anything to make him go to such great lengths?
Someone shouted, "Hurry up and pick it up!"
Then, “Catch it quickly!” “Catch it quickly!”, waves of cheering rang out, more turbulent than the white waves crashing onto the shore.
Amidst the fierce crowd and huge shouts, Jiang Qinglan felt as if he was in a dream.
In the end, she had no recollection of what she said, what she did, or when Xie Linchuan left.
Only the glittering golden trophy in her hand reminded her that what had just happened was not a dream.
…
In Xichun Tower, everyone saw the bidding clearly. Some princesses were in tears, some looked resentful, the princes seemed to be thinking about something, and only Emperor Chengping laughed out loud.
"This Xie Sanlang is still a lovesick seed!"
The previous King of Dongping, Xie Shan, was so famous that he could almost influence the national situation. Fortunately, he had few children and only one heir for two generations.
Emperor Chengping recalled that the day before, Qin Yan, the governor of the northern wing of the Privy Council, had told him that the old subordinates of Prince Dongping had rebellious intentions and that he should be more vigilant.
Now it seems that they were worrying too much.
Thinking of this, he glanced at the Third Prince nonchalantly. Qin Yan was the Third Prince's father-in-law. What were these two trying to do by sowing discord between them all day?
The Third Prince was well prepared and said with a smile, "Father, the girl below is not an ordinary merchant girl, but Jiang Yuan's eldest daughter."
Surprisingly, Emperor Chengping said nonchalantly, "I know about this."
It turned out that after the palace banquet that day, the eldest princess consulted with Emperor Chengping. Jiang Yuan's daughter lived among the people, but she was a clear-headed and open-minded person.
Xie Linchuan was fascinated by her, but she didn't like him.
Someone also whispered in his ear.
It is said that Jiang Yuan is the leader of the Qingliu, and has always criticized the national policy of suppressing military officers. He also has many old subordinates of the King of Dongping. If the two forces merge, it will be detrimental to the balance.
But Emperor Chengping thought that Xie Linchuan was simple-minded, and Jiang Yuan left behind a daughter, not a son who had entered officialdom, so what kind of trouble could he cause?
At this moment, looking at Xie Linchuan's affectionate look, he is simply useless.
The Third Prince had always been obedient. When he heard what Emperor Chengping said, he immediately shut up, even canceled his previous plans, and just continued to watch the game with a smile.
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Xichun Tower is used by the royal family, while the Sanyuan Tower further away is filled with dignitaries.
Lu Fei had no interest in watching the game, but thinking of the Third Prince, he sat down in the Sanyuan Building and flipped through a book at the desk.
Suddenly, Yanshu, who was watching the excitement from the window, shouted, "Shaoqing! Shaoqing! Come and see! Thank you...thank you, Prince, for giving the trophy to Madam Jiang!"
With a clatter, the tea on the low table spilled over, and Lu Fei's left hand was burned red. But he remained unaware, walking to the window with his hands behind his back, staring at the spot where everyone was watching.
Yanshu was worried: Although Shaoqing did a lot of things in secret, the Dongping Palace was extremely powerful. How could their small Lu family compete with it?
Thinking of this, he secretly glanced to his side, only to see Lu Fei smiling faintly.
Yanshu was curious: "Shaoqing, aren't you worried?"
Lu Fei shook his head: "He is just looking for fish in a tree."
…
"Quack!" A crow flew by in the sky and screamed in surprise.
Jiang Qinglan was suddenly shocked, as if waking up from a dream, and felt that countless people around him were looking at him.
Among those eyes, there were curiosity, shock, disappointment, as well as resentment, hatred, and anger.
She gave a wry smile.
I felt like a clown in a circus, suddenly thrown under the spotlight and left to be judged by the audience.
He is going crazy, why is he going crazy too?
You are not a shy girl of fifteen or sixteen anymore. Do you think she will fall for you if you confess your love to her in the street?
Pooh!
Thinking of the troubles that would come later, she rolled the trophy into a ball, grabbed it randomly in her hand, and walked back with it.
Tuan Tuan was still excited, and turned his head reluctantly: "The game isn't over yet! I still want to watch Brother Xie!"
She had forgotten who had said to Zheng Wang at the Xinghua Restaurant a few days ago: Brother Xie is too fierce, I don't like him.
Jiang Qinglan was so anxious that he pulled her hard and yelled at her, "Go away!" He almost scared Tuan Tuan to tears.
Wang Hui Niang sighed and picked up Tuan Tuan. "There's no need to be so nervous. It would be a great thing for anyone to see, but you..."
Jiang Qinglan shook her head secretly. She had her own plans. She left Zheng Wang and Hu Zi behind while the rest of them hurried back to the Xinghua Restaurant.
Is it possible not to be nervous?
As they walked back, the young ladies on both sides of the road looked at her with a fierce and intense gaze, as if they wanted to eat her alive.
What a great thing! It's simply pushing her into the fire pit!
After returning to the Xinghua Restaurant, she quickly packed her two bags and told Wang Huiniang:
"For the next few days, you should close the restaurant first. Tuantuan and I will hide at Jiang's house for two days to get through this storm."
Let's not talk about other people, just his female fans, they are about to eat her up. Her restaurant is open, it is a glaring target, isn't it?
Just as she was about to leave, Wang Huiniang stopped her and said, "What about the trophy?"
The thing was golden and looked like the finest brocade, but Jiang Qinglan found it extremely dazzling.
"Keep it for now, don't let anyone find out."
Wang Huiniang had no choice but to go into Jiang Qinglan's room and prepare to put it in the drawer under the dressing table.
When I opened it, I was immediately greeted by a dazzling golden light.
It turned out to be a very exquisite twin-petal apricot blossom hairpin. Unfortunately, it seemed to have been neglected for years, and even though it was kept in a drawer, it was covered with a light dust.
Wang Hui Niang was stunned for a moment, stuffed the trophy into the drawer, and sighed.
What an injustice.
…
Since the Jiang family was purchased by Xie Linchuan and then passed to her, they have never opened their doors to the public or entertained guests.
There was only a clumsy old woman guarding the door, who announced to the outside world that the owner of the house was a wealthy businessman from Quanzhou and had not yet come to Lin'an.
Therefore, it is safe and quiet here.
Jiang Qinglan, along with Tuantuan and Yingtao, packed up briefly and settled down.
The matter was urgent, so I didn't have time to worry about the details. I didn't bring any extra things with me. I'll just send someone to buy them tomorrow.
Tuantuan was still complaining that she didn't bring her Nine Links, which made Jiang Qinglan so angry that he wanted to spank her.
At nightfall, the old woman at the gate said that someone at the back door said they were relatives from Quanzhou and wanted to send some gifts.
Cherry went to pick it up.
Two maids got off a small green-walled cart and carried several boxes and cages inside.
It turned out that it was Mrs. Xue Xiao Yali who sent someone to deliver the things, which were daily necessities such as bedding, pillows, soap, ointment, tooth powder, towels, etc.
There are also foods such as rice, flour, mutton, milk and cheese.
Jiang Qinglan originally wanted Wang Huiniang to buy it and have it delivered quietly tomorrow, but he didn't expect Xiao Yali to be so considerate and quick.
Xiao Yali prepared everything, and Jiang Qinglan and the other two spent a comfortable night in the Jiang family's old house.
A few days later, there was no one in the house. Tuantuan, a lively child, couldn't stand the loneliness and kept grumbling about being bored.
Cherry was still the most creative. Sometimes she went under the tree to catch cicadas, and sometimes she dug up earthworms from the ground and put them under the old plum tree to use as bait to catch birds.
Jiang Qinglan had nothing to do, so he wandered around the house and found two dolls painted on a hidden pillar in the corridor.
The one with pigtails and wearing a skirt is a girl, and the one with tied hair and wearing a long robe is a boy.
The handwriting was very childish, and it was obvious that it was drawn by a child. The child at that time could only be the original.
Jiang Qinglan couldn't help but be stunned.
The eyes are circled, the nose is upright, the ears are hooked, and there must be a bow on the girl's waist.
This... no matter how you look at it, it looks like the way she drew when she was a child.
She often scribbled these on the walls when she lived in her grandmother's house in the countryside.
Could it be that the reason she was transported into this body was not only because her name was exactly the same, but also because she had a close connection with her original body?
Could that boy be Lu Fei? Were they childhood sweethearts?
Later, she found a letter in her original body's study, tucked inside a copy of "Jingchu Sui Shi Ji". It was indeed written by Lu Fei.
Jiang Qinglan felt ashamed for peeking at other people's letters.
Fortunately, there was nothing cheesy in the letter. Lu Fei simply said that when he was in Shaoxing Prefecture, his original body said that she had read "Li Sao" and had some yearning for the scenery of Jingchu, so he found the book for her.
Shaoxing Prefecture? Jiang Qinglan was curious. When was that? They had indeed known each other since childhood.
Just as I was lost in thought, Cherry came over with a bowl of plum blossom ice cream. "My dear, the sun is a little high today. Please have a bowl of ice cream."
Jiang Qinglan looked at her in disbelief: "You can do this?"
Cherry was born in poverty, and originally only knew how to cook cornmeal and vegetable buns, so she had no idea how to cook such elegant food.
Now, it is true that when you meet someone after three days, you should look at him with new eyes.
Yingtao laughed: "How could I? It was Sister Tuan who taught me. She said my wife used to love eating this and made it often."
In the open white porcelain bowl, the plum blossom soup cake is as pink as clouds, the ice cream is as white as snow, and the remaining rice grains in the fermented rice serve as garnish in between.
There are also three pieces of green mint floating on the surface of the soup.
Red, white and green, a fresh combination.
Because it was chilled, there was still a hint of cold air coming out of the bowl.
The rich aroma of milk, the rice fragrance of fermented rice and the smell of alcohol also linger in the air.
Jiang Qinglan took it, tasted it, praised it for being delicious, and watched Cherry happily leave, but thought to himself:
Tuantuan had said before that her original body was good at cooking, so neither Tuantuan nor Lu Fei had any doubts about her opening a restaurant.
In addition to the name, cooking skills, and painting, perhaps in this house, she can find other things that are similar to her original self.
Jiang Qinglan became more alert.
In the afternoon, the concierge brought in a letter.
Inside was a few short sentences written on embossed ribbed paper with a plum blossom imprint:
Xie Liuguang respectfully writes
Madam Jiang: I'm going to the Xinghua Restaurant today, closing the door and waiting to see you.
Linchuan Handwritten Letter on the 8th day of the 5th month of the 16th year of Chengping
It was actually written by Xie Linchuan! What's wrong with him?
That day, Pinglin brought the keys and the title deed, and she asked him if he had a backup of the keys. Pinglin didn't answer, so she thought there was something fishy going on.
Even if there was no spare key, for Xie Linchuan, jumping over the wall - or even tearing down the door - what was so difficult?
She had anticipated this day and had even prepared words to stab him.
Hadn't he done her a disastrous job? He'd played that trick of confessing his love in public, leaving her unable to return home. Wasn't he just trying to force her into submission?
Now, why are you pretending to be so well-behaved?
"No!" she said coldly to the old woman.
In the evening, the old woman came again.
"Didn't I say I didn't want to see him?" Jiang Qinglan said impatiently.
The old woman was a little confused: "This one this time doesn't seem to be from the same family as the previous one. This young man came in person and said his surname was Lu."
At this time, Tuantuan was walking from the courtyard to the main hall.
In her hand she held a straw cage with a cicada trapped inside. At the sound of the word "lu," her face suddenly changed, and she immediately dropped the cage and ran to the back door.
Before Jiang Qinglan was ready, Tuantuan had already sat on Lu Fei's arm and returned to the yard.
"Brother!" Tuantuan hugged Lu Fei's neck and sobbed, "It's been so long, and you haven't come to see me."
Jiang Qinglan was a little embarrassed. It was she who didn't allow him to come.
Lu Fei nodded at her with a gentle look.
Tuantuan ignored them and kept talking.
She can write characters and recite poems, and she never loses an argument with Hu Zi... She is like a proud little peacock showing off her beautiful feathers.
Finally, she concluded, "I've grown taller!" with her eyes shining.
Lu Fei listened to her with a smile and said gently, "Brother...you know everything."
Tuantuan put his furry head on Lu Fei's shoulder, with tears still on his face, but he giggled.
Jiang Qinglan looked at this scene and thought of the letter and the paintings on the corridor.
If it weren't for those things, the original body and Lu Fei would have been a match made in heaven.
If the person in this body was still her original self, would she be like Tuan Tuan, believing that he had his reasons and quickly forgiving him?
She doesn't know.
Lu Fei hugged Tuantuan, took some broken plum leaves from her hair, and said softly:
"I wanted to buy this house. The original owner had been keeping visitors away for a long time, and I recently heard that the Jiang residence had changed hands, so I wanted to try my luck. I didn't expect the new owner to be you."
Jiang Qinglan nodded and withdrew her thoughts from her original body - she had more important things to do.
She said to Tuantuan, "I have something to discuss with Mr. Lu. Cherry has made some plum blossom ice cream. You can have some first."
Tuantuan hugged Lu Fei's neck tighter, with a vigilant look on her face, and said softly, "But... Tuantuan is not hungry yet."
Jiang Qinglan glared at her: "Be obedient, sister really has something important to tell you."
Tuantuan twisted in Lu Fei's arms and let him put her on the ground. Then she swallowed her saliva and said solemnly, "Then please talk to him nicely and don't scold him, okay?"
Jiang Qinglan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he shook his head and nodded quickly. Tuantuan got the promise and let Yingtao lead him away.
As soon as they left, Jiang Qinglan frowned and thought:
On the fifth day of the New Year, Xie Linchuan announced their relationship to the world.
No matter what she did, others believed that she would marry him in the future.
But he is a member of the prince's party. If the prince loses power as happened in history, who knows what will happen to the Dongping Palace. Will she be implicated?
Another question is, what kind of person is the Third Prince? Will he continue to suppress the generals?
She already knew that Yelu Wang existed in the Liao Dynasty, which meant that the Jingkang Shame was still very likely to happen. The monarch of the Song Dynasty was therefore of vital importance.
After hearing from Xie Linchuan that Lu Fei seemed to have a close relationship with the Third Prince, she didn't beat around the bush and asked directly, "Mr. Lu, between the Crown Prince and the Third Prince, which one does my father favor more?"
Lu Fei said calmly, "My mentor is a pure and honest official, loyal only to His Majesty, and never involved in party affairs."
Jiang Qinglan had a headache: Really, he didn’t even give her any hints!
She said directly, "But you are more optimistic about the Third Prince, right?" She was a little anxious and added sincerely, "This matter is very important to me."
Last time in Songlin Village, she asked Xie Linchuan, but he told her nothing.
Lu Fei raised his two handsome eyebrows and stared at her for a long while before he slowly said:
"That's outrageous, but since you asked, I have nothing to hide."
"The emperor is suspicious, and the prince is weak. He has been on the throne for more than ten years, and he is always blamed and walks on thin ice. If he succeeds to the throne, he will be even more conservative than the emperor is today, and the teacher's wish will not be fulfilled."
"The Third Prince possesses strategic plans, but he is also cunning and scheming. He could be a wise ruler, or a wicked one. Like my mentor, I originally disliked factional strife, but unfortunately..."
He thought of the corruption case of Pearl in Tanzhou, for which he had let her down, and had to skip this part: "Turbulence arose, and I had no choice but to join the game. I received the favor of the Third Prince, so I could only act according to the situation."
Jiang Qinglan pondered for a while and said sincerely, "Thank you."
The Third Prince, whether he is a wise ruler or a wolfish ruler, he will definitely not be a tyrant like Song Huizong.
Even if they are "jackals", those they directly affect are high-ranking officials and senior officials.
For her, a common citizen, this result was much less important than having her city destroyed, her home ruined, and becoming a prostitute in the enemy's army.
As long as the third prince succeeded to the throne as in history, the probability of the Jingkang Shame occurring in the Liao Kingdom would be much smaller even if Yelu Wang existed.
Lu Fei saw her expression changing and hesitated to speak.
Jiang Qinglan knew what he was thinking and said with a smile, "Don't worry, it's just to clear up a doubt for me."
"I am a weak woman. I will not do anything, nor can I do anything. My father has passed away. Thousands of years from now, future generations will judge for themselves."
Lu Fei nodded and looked around. Nothing had changed from before.
He hesitated for a moment before smiling and saying, "It's early summer, the sun is high. Won't you treat me to a bowl of plum blossom ice cream?"
She had just said thank you to him, and it was obviously very sincere.
The smile on Jiang Qinglan's face slowly disappeared, and his mind was in turmoil.
Will the original body forgive him? She didn't know.
What about herself? He...at least in terms of preventing a recurrence of the Jingkang Shame, the Third Prince is more reliable than the Crown Prince.
Lu Fei didn't wait for her answer, but smiled faintly: "I understand. Take care of yourself." He crossed his arms, bowed, and left.
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The moon is hidden behind thick clouds, the night is dark, and in the Listening Spring Courtyard, candles are brightly lit.
Pinglin entered the yard, fell to his knees with a thud, and didn't know what to say.
Xie Linchuan raised his eyelids to look at him, first burned the secret letter in his hand with the candlelight, and then slowly said: "She is missing?"
Pinglin nodded.
"What else?"
Pinglin suddenly began to tremble, and he stumbled over his words, "At the beginning of the evening hour, Mr. Lu...Mr. Lu came to visit Ms. Jiang...Mrs. Jiang, and left at four o'clock."
Suddenly, dark clouds gathered outside the window, and a cold wind swept across the ground. The hall was completely silent, with only the flickering candlelight, which made the faces of the people in the room dim and unclear.
Xie Linchuan was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed silently.
Pinglin was horrified! What was Langjun laughing at? He must be furious and wanted to catch Lu Fei and beat him up.
Seeing the man lift up his robe and stand up to leave, Pinglin hurriedly said, "Master, you are going to the Jiang family. I will prepare the horse immediately."
He said, there was no need to send any invitations, just barge in directly, that was his style as the majestic Prince Xie!
Xie Linchuan turned around and smiled a smile that was uglier than crying: "Why go to the Jiang family? Go find Zhu Ming and ask him to come to Tiexue Tower for a drink!"
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