Jiang Jinxing's round eyes flashed suddenly, and he said, "Princess Xiang's suffering, that was a few years ago."

At that time, he had just entered the Egret Academy.

When the weather was hot, A-Jie couldn't pretend to be ugly and dressed as a man. She had specially told him to help him watch over the poor kids in the academy, and don't let them trouble Rong Ting.

He remembered how my sister looked at that time, she was nervous. He was young at that time and was fooled. He really thought that Rong Ting had been bullied in the academy.

Thinking back now, Rong Ting was probably just being bullied on the surface, and he had already started stirring up the situation behind the scenes.

If he guessed correctly, Rong Ting had already identified his sister before he graduated from the academy.

Most of the people in the world are bluffers, and those who can restrain themselves are few and far between.

This person, let the elder sister misunderstand that he is weak and can be bullied, and does not explain it.

However, this was in the range that he could still bear, and he was only annoyed by one point.

If the separation between Princess Xiang and King Xiang was really his handwriting, he wouldn't have known it after so long.

Jiang Jinxing was angry in his heart, his face was expressionless, his face was smiling, and he even seemed to be joking.

He knew how much to say.

The matters between other people's husbands and wives, he will go to the point, not to mention more.

A sister can guess the best, go to Rong Ting by herself, and ask the words clearly.

If she can't guess... He has already hinted it once, and it can be considered to say hello to her in advance.

If she didn't realize that she was wronged, he, the younger brother, had to roll up his sleeves and go find some space for her.

Otherwise, the surname Rong would really make him think that his Jiang family is a piece of shit.

Jiang Rao did not answer.

She took Jiang Jinxing's words into her heart, but she didn't show too much surprise.

Instead, he took the teapot held in Ming Shao's hand and filled Jiang Jinxing's cup with tea, "How come there is so much gossip, you won't be able to stop your mouth with tea."

My sister is deliberately avoiding his questioning.

But looking at this reaction, she should understand what he wants her to know.

"You can't keep your mouth shut, I'm talking about the most important things." Jiang Jinxing became satisfied, leaned back lazily with Erlang's legs crossed, "I have confidence in what I just said. "

He finished his tea and got up satisfied.

"Let's go, don't send it."

...

The curtain was lifted and lowered again.

Outside the curtain, it was snowing heavily, and the sky was dark.

Inside the curtain, Jiang Rao put down the purple clay pot she was holding, her eyebrows drooping slightly.

Different from the expression Jiang Jinxing had just now, there was a lot of thought in her eyes.

His eyes were focused, as if he was looking at the patterned tea tray on which the purple clay pot was placed.

There was thick snow in the yard, and the clear sunlight filtered in through the window lattice and shone on the cups.

The purple clay pot that Jiang Rao put back on the tea tray is in the center of the tea tray.

There are two cups on the side, and these three things are even connected to form an extremely straight line.

Jiang Rao looked at it, and suddenly smiled lightly. Her sloppy and casual temperament had lived with Rong Ting, who was too clean and tidy, for a long time, and she had also learned the other's style in the invisible middle school.

Just thinking of what Jiang Jinxing had just said, the smile on her face gradually faded.

On the table, the tea is getting cold.

My mind is like a tangle of threads that cannot be untied, the more think about it, the more chaotic it becomes.

...

official residence.

Not a moment.

Liao Qiubai was in a hurry to find Rong Ting and walked through the corridor with wind in his sleeves.

Rong Ting was leaning on the edge of the Bogu shelf, flipping through the bamboo slips, Liao Qiubai stepped forward and opened the door, "I came here after hearing the news, is it really the second girl Shen from the Shen residence that Young Master Jiang caught?"

When Rong Ting nodded, Liao Qiubai said, "It's strange."

"what happened?"

Rong Ting threw the bamboo slip in his hand into Liao Qiubai's hand, "Look at it."

Liao Qiubai opened the bamboo slip and said, "Wei Wenhan, a person from Shansui County, Qingzhou Prefecture..."

He closed the bamboo slip and handed it back to Rong Ting, "Who is Wei Wenhan?"

"The servant girl in the Shen residence is similar to Shen Qinying."

"It turned out that she was the one who killed her in the sea of ​​​​fire." Liao Qiubai suddenly realized, "So, Miss Shen has been living as that maid all these years?"

He lowered his head and thought, "In that fire, Mrs. Shen also lost her life. Could it be that she also assumed the identity of someone else..."

Rong Ting shook his head, and Liao Qiubai showed an unbelievable expression, "The fire was just done by Second Lady Shen alone?"

He was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a long time, and then he spoke again, his tone still unbelievable, "She just killed a few lives, even her own mother died in the sea of ​​​​fire..."

Liao Qiubai felt a chill in his heart, "So greedy for life and fear of death and cruelty..."

He didn't judge any further, only said: "This time, she is afraid that she will not be able to escape the death penalty."

Rong Ting closed the official document in his hand.

The death penalty is still a little light. "

...

Two moments later.

The sky is still bright.

The inside of the prison was gloomy, as if it was night.

Shen Xiuying hugged her knees and curled up in a cell that was cold and damp like a cellar.

She looked at everything around her with empty eyes and despair, and her body trembled.

Something is wrong, there must be something wrong.

In the previous life, the soul-inducing lamp was clearly stolen by her and came into her hands.

It was late at night. She hid in the corner under the porch with trembling hands, took out the lamp from her arms, held her hair and burned it into the wick, trying to steal a blessing or two to protect herself.

As soon as her hair touched the flames, it was scorched a little, and she was blocked by a sword from Rong Ting who came.

She thought that she failed to steal the chance of being blessed, and even regretted her behavior of stealing the lamp.

But when she opened her eyes again, she was convinced that the soul-inducing lamp and the blessings it brought were given to her.

Thirty years of longevity, and three years of lantern keeping period, many profound blessings. She should have whatever she wants in her life.

However, she lived to the end of her life, or even worse than her previous life. In her past life, she was blamed for her greed, which led to her short-lived end. In this life...she has nothing, and she may not live to the age of her previous life.

Embracing Shen Xiuying, who was shrunk in the corner, her teeth were shaking from the freezing cold, and her heart was cold.

She has always had an obsession in her heart.

She is a person who is protected by the spirit lamp, can everything go smoothly, and can turn bad luck into good luck.

If she hadn't believed so firmly, she wouldn't dare to go back to the capital where she might be recognized at any time.

But all the things she has experienced over the years are linked together, and she can no longer believe it.

She fled as a maid and fled far away, thinking that with her talent and beauty, she could marry a sesame official, no matter how bad it was, she could marry a wealthy household. I never thought that the men I met over the years were all blinded by lard, and they just wanted to be tired of kissing her, and didn't want to marry her as the wife that the matchmaker was marrying.

Without the identity of the second daughter of the Shen family, how could she live so easily?

But she didn't dare to tell others that she was the second girl of the Shen family from the capital. Otherwise, being exiled to Ning Guta, murdering and arsoning, and bullying the king is nothing she wants to suffer.

Jiang Rao was married to King Qi, and her life was much better than her previous life...

No matter how unwilling she is to face it, she has to admit it.

She stole the lamp, but failed to steal the blessings.

Instead, he protected what he really wanted to protect.

people.

But who is King Qi?

Shen Xiuying was puzzled and regretted why she didn't interrogate Jiang Rao when she entered the capital.

She knew that she must have a better life than her, as long as she didn't ask, she could deceive herself and imagine that Jiang Rao had a bad life.

Shen Xiuying looked down at her thin wrists and chapped skin, and then thought about the delicate cloud-white hand she saw in front of the porridge stall, she was so jealous that she almost burst into tears.

Outside the room where she was being held, there were several footsteps.

"Your Highness, this is it."

The jailer's voice was flattering and flattering, turning the key and opening the door to the cell.

Various sounds penetrated into Shen Xiuying's ears, causing her to raise her head suddenly and straighten her body.

As soon as she heard it, she knew that there was a big man outside.

She breathed slightly, and became nervous.

Even if she didn't know who was coming, she quickly tidied her messy hair and wiped off the ashes from her face, showing some hope in her eyes.

Maybe, maybe it's her father's old friend.