There was a person sleeping in the gloomy room. He was twisting his body back and forth as if he was having a nightmare.
That dream was very common. It was just a simple pursuit of fun. He had had it before, but when he lowered his head and looked at the woman in his arms, he couldn't help but froze.
That, that is obviously a corpse!
Jiang Dao woke up immediately, sat on the edge of the bed, gasping for air, and raised his hand to touch his head, which was covered with sweat.
It turned out to be just a dream...
He let out a long breath and subconsciously touched the bedside.
With this touch, his entire face changed color!
He remembered clearly that his father was detained in the Yamen. He was too tired, so he came back and wanted to sleep for a while.
He clearly didn't ask any maid to come to bed, so how could there be an extra person on the bed!
Jiang Dao did not dare to look back. He only felt a chill on the back of his neck, as if something was breathing.
Then, he heard the sound of someone getting out of bed...
It was a woman in bright red clothes. She stood up from the bed slowly, walked step by step in front of the bronze mirror, picked up a comb, and combed her hair that was splashed with ink.
The movements were indescribably stiff, not like a living person, but like a puppet hanging by strings.
Once, and again...
As if she noticed his gaze, the woman suddenly turned around, rolled her eyes upwards, and had a weird smile on her lips...
She, she is the ninth wife that my father just married!
"ah!"
Jiang Dao could no longer suppress it and screamed in panic.
boom!
The servant who was just about to knock on the door heard the noise inside, and regardless of etiquette, he rushed in directly: "Master, what's the matter with you?"
Jiang Dao's lips trembled and he grabbed the servant's hand, sweating profusely and pointed at the dressing table, but it was empty there, nothing was left.
Is it a dream within a dream?
"Master?" The servant looked at him doubtfully.
Jiang Dao shook his head to get rid of the strange feeling in his heart: "What's the matter?"
"The people investigating the case are here again. The master is not here. Do you want to go out and meet me?" the servant said respectfully.
Jiang Dao nodded. Now he can go anywhere, but he just doesn't want to be alone.
After asking his servants to put on his fur coat, Jiang Dao asked, "Father hasn't come back from the Yamen yet?"
"The master sent someone back with a letter, saying that he wanted to go to Nangong Garden first."
Jiang Dao nodded, turned around and walked out of the room without asking any more questions.
But he didn't know why, but he always felt that the courtyard of the Jiang family was particularly deserted today. After walking so far, he didn't even meet a maid, and could only hear the whistling north wind.
The leaves were spinning on the ground, eerily like paper used in worship...
He was frightened by his own thoughts, and turned around to look for the servant who asked him to get up. It was better not to look at it, but his body became stiff when he saw it.
The man still looked the same as before, except that his mouth opened and closed like a black hole, as if it could swallow everything...
Snap!
The red-burning stove made the dull sound of charcoal.
Nangong Baiye sat in the living room of the Jiang family for entertaining people, looking at the Ninth Concubine in front of her with shrewd and penetrating eyes.
Aunt Jiu was very shy. Being stared at like this, she subconsciously shrank back and her face turned red.
Nangong Baiye smiled: "Don't be afraid of me, Zi Yan misses you, let me come and see you."
"Sister Zi Yan?" Aunt Jiu finally responded. She raised her palm-sized face and her eyes were filled with mist: "Is she okay?"
Nangong Baiye shook his head: "No, she has been thinking about avenging you and almost angered the Jiang family."
Hearing this, Aunt Jiu couldn't hold back the tears in her eyes anymore, and she clenched her hands tightly: "Go back and tell Sister Zi Yan to stop worrying about me. I live a good life in the Jiang family, and the master also loves me.
Don't let her do stupid things again." After all, she is just a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old, and her words are still childish: "No one will believe her. With our background, we will always suffer in the end.
."
Nangong Baiye looked at her straightly, tears welling up in his eyes: "Is this your sincere words?"
"Yeah." Mrs. Jiu's little face dropped and she looked down at the tea in the cup.
Nangong Baiye wanted to ask something more, but a group of people poured into the hall.
It turned out that Nangong Hongyan heard the news about her investigation and ran here, as did the two young masters of the Qu family, who looked dignified.
As soon as Qu Luo came in, he bent down and whispered in her ear: "I found out what you asked me to check..."
Nangong Baiye listened quietly, and a light flashed across his eyes quickly, but soon, the light turned into worry.
Things were worse than she imagined...
Since today's lesson, Nangong Hongyan has restrained herself a lot and only snorted coldly at Nangong Baiye instead of yelling like before.
She was very worried about Beiming Liancheng's identity, especially now that His Highness Seventh Prince was still wearing the fake scholar's skin.
She was harmed by this fake leather!
Nangong Xiaomiao didn't know what happened yet, but she just felt that this aunt was acting weird today and not like her usual self.
"Why is it that Miss Seven is here and you don't know how to prepare food and drinks?" Jiang Dao walked in from the door and scolded the servants who were serving him.
Nangong Hongyan looked at him and remembered the scene while eating before, and stood back uncomfortably.
Jiang Dao's attitude was very respectful and he exchanged pleasantries for a while.
The food came out very quickly, as if I knew they were coming and had prepared it early.
Beiming Liancheng sat on a wooden chair, looking at the dishes on the table, twirling his long hair with his fingers, looking lazy and sexy, his dark eyes with a hint of gold streaks, flashing with amusement: "It looks like
good."
"It's good, just eat more." Jiang Dao said with a smile, and warmly greeted people to sit down.
The servants served one dish after another. I don't know whether it was because the weather was too cold or because they were too tired from work, but their expressions looked a little numb.
Nangong Baiye narrowed his eyes before pulling the two little people to sit down.
When meal time arrived, the two young masters of the Luo family were already hungry and did not refuse. Nangong Hongyan also picked up the bamboo chopsticks.
I just don’t know why, but the delicacies that look quite sweet feel like chewing wax in my mouth.
Quluo Na, who is used to eating delicacies from the mountains and seas, can't resist this. He subconsciously opens his mouth and wants to spit it out!
Nangong Baiye held his wrist and said in a low voice, "Eat it."
What? Before Qu Luo had time to ask, he saw Jiang Dao opposite him holding a sweet and sour fish in his hands. He didn't bite or swallow it, he just sniffed it like a drug addict.
Does sweet and sour fish taste good?
Qu Luo frowned.
Not only him, but also Nangong Hongyan put down her chopsticks in disgust.
Jiang Dao seemed to be still intoxicated by the taste of sweet and sour fish. His mouth was slightly open, and he was so greedy that his saliva dripped down, but he didn't know it...
"Why don't you eat it? Doesn't it suit your appetite?"