The man rushed to Ah Fei, grabbed him by the collar, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "He's talking nonsense, he's talking nonsense!"

Ah Fei was shaken like a noodle and almost vomited the food he had eaten.

The man gradually stopped moving, squatted down with his head in his hands and pulled his hair, looking extremely painful.

Ah Fei glanced at Hanzi and turned away.

When Ah Fei reached the end of the field, Han Zi suddenly jumped up and chased after him, blocking him in front of Ah Fei.

Ah Fei's heart suddenly rose.

"What else did he say?"

"No more."

"No more?" The man obviously couldn't accept this answer.

"Really, she told me to wait here. After seeing you, I can say those words and leave." Ah Fei said honestly.

In fact, he was also very curious about how Miss Jiang got to know this idle man in a small town hundreds of miles away. She also told him that after giving the letter to this man, if he left, he should come to guard the tomb.

Ah Fei was not stupid. In fact, he was quite smart as he had been hanging around in the streets since he was a child. The more he thought about this matter, the more shocked he became.

Miss Jiang asked him to guard here because she expected that this man would come here and commit suicide?

Ah Fei felt a chill in his heart.

How did Miss Jiang know this? Could she have known it in advance?

Thinking of the unbearable pain he had felt every midnight a few days ago, and the events that had happened in the past few days, Ah Fei suddenly felt deeply afraid.

The fear was not only because of the man in front of him who had unstable emotions and might go crazy and kill people at any time, but also because of the beautiful girl with a beautiful smile far away in the capital.

However, in addition to fear, Ah Fei also felt inexplicably excited.

After all, he is a man. Even if he comes from a humble background and has never been to school, which man is really willing to live such a mediocre life?

In the eyes of those nobles, a man like him is just a peasant from the lower streets. It is pure wishful thinking for him to desire the favor of some powerful official.

Miss Jiang is so magical, and he accidentally had an intersection with this mysterious girl. Maybe this is Ah Fei's destiny in this life?

Seize this opportunity!

This voice suddenly appeared in Ah Fei's heart.

Since Miss Jiang gave him an extra hundred taels after the agreed reward of one hundred taels, it was enough to show that as long as he worked well for Miss Jiang, he would be rewarded in the future.

Jiang Si, who was far away in the capital, didn't know that after Ah Fei witnessed her "foresight", he aroused the ambition that most men would have, and the extra hundred taels she gave became the confidence to support Ah Fei's ambition.

No one wants to follow a master who is cruel and stingy.

"Brother, I'm leaving." Ah Fei laughed dryly and moved to the side carefully, preparing to bypass the man who was blocking his way.

He is going to be successful in the future, so you can't tell him like this.

Seeing that the man didn't react, Ah Fei secretly breathed a sigh of relief and hurried forward.

Hearing footsteps behind him, Ah Fei paused and turned to look.

The man followed closely behind with an expressionless face.

"Brother, why are you following me?" Ah Fei almost cried.

"I want to go see him." The man put the golden hairpin into his arms and was no longer prepared to die.

If he still cannot be with his fiancée even if he goes to the ends of the earth, then death will no longer be attractive to him.

Ah Fei looked confused.

"Can't see you?"

"She didn't say..." Ah Fei actually didn't understand Jiang Si's arrangement.

If Miss Jiang didn't care about the life or death of the man in front of her, why did she ask him to guard the grave for several days?

But if you care about this man's life or death, why would you just leave it at that with just one sentence? At least you should tell him to be prepared to persuade him, right?

This is actually Ah Fei trying to make it complicated.

For Yu Jiangsi, she knew about Hanzi's suicide for love, and was moved by his infatuation so as a bystander she was willing to take the initiative to help him. But if a person was determined to die, she couldn't expect Ah Fei's small body to hold him back, right?

In matters like this, we can just do our best and leave the rest to fate.

A man's fate is his own, and he is the one who has the final say.

Seeing the man following closely, Ah Fei sighed: "Forget it, follow me if you want, but let me make it clear first, she is in the capital——"

Hanzi's eyes narrowed and he interrupted Ah Fei: "Beijing?"

"Yeah, it's far away. Do you really want to go with me?"

The man's expression became firm: "Go."

He had just killed a man in the capital, and now he did not feel timid about going back.

Although he has given up the idea of ​​committing suicide, he doesn't care much about his life. He just wants to see the person who helped him clear the fog.

As for what to do after meeting that person, the man didn't think about it.

"Even if you go to the capital, she may not see you." Ah Fei reminded again.

She is a noble lady from a prominent family. It is a surprise for her to be able to deal with him. It is hard to say whether she is willing to see the man in front of her.

Hanzi stopped talking and stood next to Ah Fei.

"Well, I've already said it before, it's up to you."

A slightly frivolous young man and a taciturn and cold man, just set out on the journey together.

It is already May in the capital city and the weather is starting to get hot, but not as hot as in June or July. It is a good time to hold various banquets.

However, the noble ladies in this circle gradually discovered that the wife of the Prince of Changxing had been absent from many banquets.

This is not surprising. Being possessed by evil spirits and harming my grandmother, anyone who encounters such a thing will be too embarrassed to face people for a while.

Jiang Qian's life is even more difficult than people imagine.

The bedroom of the Changxing Marquis's son and his wife was filled with a blushing and erotic smell.

Cao Xingyu, the son of Changxing Marquis, put on his clothes and tied his belt, then stepped on Jiang Qian's chest and asked expressionlessly, "When can you finish what I asked you to do?"

Jiang Qian, who had not even a piece of cloth covering her body, trembled her eyelashes and bit her lip and said, "I... I can't go back to the Bo's Mansion recently..."

She knew very well what kind of person her grandmother was. Right now, everyone in the Marquis's Mansion was just taking a wait-and-see attitude towards her embarrassing situation at her natal family. If she were to return to her natal family and be kicked out, she would really have no fig leaf left.

By then, who in her husband's family would still value a woman who has lost her natal support and has not given birth?

"Who asked you to go back? Ask her to come over!" Cao Xingyu retracted his foot and pinched Jiang Qian's chin.

"She..." Jiang Qian hesitated for a moment, thinking of Jiang Si's cold and lonely eyes.

"Why, please don't move?"

Jiang Qian's heart trembled, and she gritted her teeth and said, "I'll go and invite him, you wait a little longer..."

"Okay, don't act like you're going to die. I just want to take a closer look. I don't plan to do anything to your sister." After getting the OK, Cao Xingyu nodded with satisfaction, straightened his clothes and walked out.

Jiang Qian stared at Cao Xingyu's departing back with a very complicated expression.

This man is a pervert, and she becomes a pervert's wife, and there seems to be no other way out.