When the three of them arrived in Jiangnan, Yunchu and Xiaotao were surprised to find that the house Jiang Hui was talking about was actually the former Yun Mansion.
Yunchu looked back at Jiang Hui, and Jiang Hui then explained, "The Second Prince originally planned to take you here to live when he returned from the border. He said this was your home before and will be your home in the future."
"Besides, this place is far from the capital, so we can stay away from many court disputes."
Yunchu then lowered his head and said, "Thank you, Brother Jiang."
As she spoke, she brought Jiang Zhanyuan's spirit tablet to the ancestral hall and placed it there.
Jiang Zhanyuan: "......"
It was the first time I was treated like this while alive, and it felt wonderful.
Jiang Zhanyuan frowned and resisted the urge to snatch the spirit tablet and throw it on the ground.
Seeing Jiang Hui's expression, a hint of cunning flashed in the eyes of the girl in front.
"Miss, Miss! The crabapple tree in the yard is still alive! When Hinata comes next year, Xiaotao will make crabapple cakes for you, okay?!"
Yun Chu was not stunned, but Jiang Zhanyuan was stunned.
Begonia...
In his mind, all the things he had done to win her over were like a kaleidoscope, flashing before his eyes one by one.
"Don't you like crabapple blossoms? Then I'll plant crabapple trees all over the yard. Next spring, as soon as you open your eyes, you'll see the most beautiful crabapple blossoms!"
"But the sorcerer said I won't live long. I'm not sure if I can live to that time."
"Who said that? My dearest is kindhearted and beautiful. Even if the King of Hell takes your soul away, he will send you back to me!"
Jiang Zhanyuan's mind echoed with their conversation over and over again, but the corresponding scene was her lying in the snow covered in snow.
"A Yuan."
"A Yuan."
She seemed to be calling him. Jiang Zhanyuan opened his eyes suddenly and saw her tilting her head back and looking at him with a worried look on her face: "Brother Jiang...are you feeling unwell? Do you want to go and rest for a while?"
Brother Jiang...yes, he is Jiang Hui now, not Jiang Zhanyuan.
Jiang Zhanyuan stared at her slightly sickly smiling face and suddenly thought of a question.
What was she thinking before she died?
Are you thinking about the regret of not being able to marry your lover, or are you not able to wait until the crabapple blossoms bloom next year?
Jiang Zhanyuan didn't know, this feeling was also a bit strange.
[Si Ming, I seem to feel a little guilty towards her.]
Sima Ming didn't care. What use could a favorability of 30 be?
If it was any other mission target, Si Ming would definitely not feel sorry for her, but she was an exception.
What man doesn't like a woman who is responsive, gentle and considerate, and who is also smart and talented?
Siming felt that except for her poor health, everything about her was fine!
Sima Ming subconsciously glanced at the favorability level, and the Emperor felt guilty... Oh, it turned out that the Emperor's favorability level towards her had increased by 2 points.
It’s only 2 o’clock, you’re so stingy!
Xiaodao opened his asshole and opened his eyes!
Yes, there is guilt, but not much!
Yunchu suddenly came up with a plan.
"Brother Jiang, go and have some rest!"
After she finished speaking, she took Xiao Tao to the kitchen. Xiao Tao started the fire and wondered, "Miss, tell me, why do you have to go into a place like this? It's so smoky here, you're going to cough uncomfortably again!"
Yunchu just smiled and said nothing. She just wanted to verify her own idea, although even she herself felt that this guess was ridiculous.
But are there really two people in this world who are so similar?
When Xiaotao mentioned the crabapple tree just now, Jiang Hui was obviously stunned.
Although there are other possibilities, Yunchu still wants to give it a try. How can he know if he doesn't try?
She looked at the dogwood in the basket, hardened her heart and grabbed a handful, then her eyes fell on the green leafy vegetables next to it.
Jiang Zhanyuan hates spicy food and coriander.
It's normal to hate one, but it would be too much of a coincidence if you hate both.
Xiao Tao stood there and looked at her young lady holding a handful of dogwood and a handful of coriander, with a determined look in her eyes, not knowing who she wanted to murder.
"'Miss, you...'
What are you trying to do?
A quarter of an hour later, Jiang Zhanyuan looked at the dishes served and fell into deep thought.
He looked up at Yunchu. There was soot on Yunchu's face and his hair was messy. He looked extremely disheveled.
The dishes on the table were black and it was impossible to tell what they were.
Jiang Zhanyuan felt a little regretful that he didn't go out and buy some servants.
Yunchu bit her lower lip. How could she forget that her cooking skills had not yet been unlocked.
"How about we go out to eat? I know a restaurant here that serves delicious food!"
Jiang Zhanyuan laughed a little. She had never cooked when she was with him before, but no matter what she was asked to do, she always looked calm and composed. Jiang Zhanyuan thought she knew everything!
Unexpectedly, I fell flat on my face in the kitchen.
He sighed, stood up, dipped his handkerchief in water, turned around and wiped the soot off Yunchu's face.
Yunchu looked at him without saying a word, but seemed to have the answer in his heart.
She opened her mouth and called out, "Brother Jiang."
The voice sounded distant, and Jiang Zhanyuan suddenly came back to his senses. He looked at the handkerchief in his hand in surprise, and then looked at Yunchu's little face that he had just wiped clean.
He forgot again, forgot that he was now Jiang Hui.
Jiang Zhanyuan used to do this often, so much so that these behaviors have now become a habit.
Habit... is a terrible thing.
He put away the handkerchief awkwardly: "I just saw that your face was dirty and wanted to help you."
The excuse was lame and difficult to understand, and no one would believe it.
Yunchu had already stood up, "I'm going back to my room to freshen up and change clothes."
As Xiaotao walked over, she saw Yunchu walking towards the room with a gloomy face. A hint of doubt flashed across her face. "Miss, is she eating so fast?"
Yunchu returned to the room and looked at the hairpin in front of the dressing table.
He is obviously Jiang Zhanyuan, but he doesn't want to recognize himself.
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