After Mrs. Feng left, Jiang Ling could not sleep peacefully for a long time.

In recent days, she had been sleeping restlessly, and after listening to Feng's words, she stayed up all night as expected. She opened and closed her eyes, and her mind was filled with the words of the other party - the prime minister is on the roster.

But with the name of Mrs. Jiang, I am going to take action against your mother’s family, madam!

All the powerful and famous families in Kyoto are in danger.

A few days ago, Bu Zhan just inspected the Sun family and heard that all the remnants of the Sun family were to be executed on the spot, leaving no one alive, including men, women, old and young.

Jiang Ling stood up suddenly and woke up from his sleep.

It was just around midnight, and the gloomy dark clouds blocked the faint morning light. The girl wiped the sweat from her forehead and looked at the rainy sky outside the window.

I don’t know when this rain will stop.

All over Shengjing, everything is a lifeless gray.

She couldn't fall asleep either, so she sat up. Lu Wu opened the door and walked in. She looked around nervously, then closed the door.

"Madam," Lu Wu's voice was very low for fear that the wall might have ears. "My servant has already completed your instructions. The letter will be sent to Mr. Ji."

Since Bu Zhan wanted to attack the Jiang family, she couldn't sit still and wait for death.

Hearing this, Jiang Ling stepped down from the bed with her shoes on. She opened the cabinet next to her desk and took out a letter written in advance. After reading it carefully from beginning to end, she picked up her pen and wrote at the end of the letter.

Added a line of text.

——At that time, Danqinglou Ji Zhenghui will come to help.

In the letter, she stated the current situation of the Jiang family and revealed that Bu Zhan would take action against the Jiang family in the near future.

Her mother was from Hengchuan, and the Jiang family was about to suffer such a disaster. Jiang Ling tactfully suggested that the whole family could move to Hengchuan before Bu Zhan took action.

From Kyoto to Hengchuan, you need to cross the Beitong River.

In order to deceive others and successfully cross the river to the south, Jiang Ling specially asked Ji Zheng, and Ji Fusheng also said that he would prepare a ship carrying calligraphy and painting to carry the Jiang family across the river.

She folded the letter squarely and handed it to Lu Wu.

"There will be someone delivering a message outside the south wall tonight. Don't let others discover it."

Lu Wu nodded solemnly: "Madam, don't worry, I will definitely hand over this letter."

She made an appointment with the person to meet her at the corner of the south wall of Jiang Mansion at midnight tonight.

Lu Wu originally thought that the Jiang family would send a servant, but unexpectedly, he saw the young master here. The young master was wearing a black cloak. When he saw her, he took off his hoodie and looked around.

"Where's my sister? Is my sister okay?"

Jiang Yan was wearing thin clothes and his voice was full of anxious concern.

He often went to the Danqing Building and heard that his sister had a good relationship with Mr. Ji from the Danqing Building. But for some reason, his sister had not appeared in the Danqing Building even once in the past few days. Jiang Yan guessed that she should be

Something happened at Bu's house, so he was called over from Jiang's house in a hurry.

The young man frowned and unfolded the letter from home.

But I never thought that something would happen to the Jiang family this time.

"Bu Zhan wants to attack the Jiang family?"

Jiang Yan clutched the letter tightly, his fingertips turning white.

"What about my sister? We are all gone. What will she do?"

He asked almost without thinking.

Lu Wu knew that he had a good relationship with his master, so he lowered his voice and comforted: "Don't worry, young master, Madam - she is living a good life in Bu's family. Madam has specially warned her that five days from now, that is, this month

On the seventeenth, Mr. Ji will prepare the boat in advance and take the master and his wife south first. Mr. Ji must not forget the time."

"But if this matter is exposed, sister--"

"Young Master!" Seeing that he was so "obsessed", Lu Wu stamped his feet anxiously, "Don't worry so much now, it's more important to escape. Have you forgotten what happened to the Lu family? Our wife told you to take him with you first

The master and his wife will leave, and when you settle down over there in Hengchuan, my wife will go looking for you."

Jiang Yan clenched his fists tightly, with tears glistening in his eyes.

The two of them had no idea that not far away, their whereabouts had already been exposed under that person's nose.

"Master Xiang."

Tan Zhao looked at the figure in the corner of the south courtyard and coughed nervously.

This maid is a confidant of the eldest lady. Jiang Ling brought her from her natal family, and her name is Lu Wu.

"Master Prime Minister, do you want to capture these two?"

According to family rules, anyone who sends letters to outsiders privately will be punished with thirty sticks. If the case is serious, his hands and feet will be mutilated.

If the master instigates the slave to do something, he will also be punished.

And now, Lu Wu from Tingyun Pavilion and the young master of the Jiang family are sending letters privately under their noses. The situation in Beijing is grim, and you can use your toes to think about the reason for their meeting.

"Master Xiang..."

Tan Zhao was frightened and was about to ask.

But he saw the man beside him looking away without changing his expression.

Tan Zhao was stunned for a moment.

Mr. Xiang is...pretending not to see??

The night became darker and darker, and a gray layer of cold light fell from the sky, covering the man's snow-white cloak. He just finished reading the files, felt dizzy, and walked around the house casually. Who would have thought that this move would happen without him noticing?

We came to the south back wall of Bufu not far from Tingyun Pavilion.

With just one glance, Bu Zhan could clearly see the green figure standing in the shadow.

He raised his eyelashes slightly and stared at the man who took out a family letter from his sleeve and handed it to the childish young master Jiang.

Jiang Yan was very excited because he didn't know what Lu Wu said. He clenched the letter in his hand tightly and looked particularly indignant.

There seemed to be a sneer flashing through the man's originally calm eyes.

Snow suddenly fell in the air.

The snow was not very heavy, but snow particles flew down and fell on the shoulders of Bu Zhan's clothes. He slowly reached out his hand, brushed off the snow beads on the hem of his clothes, and stepped forward without looking back.

After following the Prime Minister for so many years, Tan Zhao still couldn't figure out his master's thoughts.

He looked at the man's leaving figure, turned his head, and ordered the waiter behind him: "Nothing about today is allowed to be spread, do you hear me?"

The people on the left and right look at me and I look at you. Although they don’t understand what they mean, they still respond politely: “Yes.”

…

Jiang Ling originally thought that after he sent the letter from Bu's house, he would definitely notice it based on Bu Zhan's thoughts.

Either call her out for interrogation, or deal with her according to family law... She waited in Tingyun Pavilion for four full days, but there was still silence in Zhengrong Pavilion.

Everything is too peaceful.

It was so calm that she felt a little panicked.

The only one making a fuss in Bufu was Feng Yinyin.

She seemed to have taken advantage of Jiang Ling's unpopular appearance, and spent the whole day shuttling between Tingyun Pavilion and Tanxiang Courtyard. Seeing this made Lu Wu itchy with hatred, and he punched her back several times in the air.

.

"This Mrs. Feng is too arrogant. I wanted her to be alone in Kyoto, so the prime minister kindly took her in. Although she does have some ability to seduce the prime minister, she hasn't even been carried in yet.

I'm not even a concubine, so how dare I make such noises in front of you, like a hypocritical sister coming and going, really like a weasel paying New Year's greetings to a chicken."

Qingju stood on one side, also full of worries.

She is not like Lu Wu or the girl Jiang Ling brought from her natal family. She only wants to share the joys and sorrows with the eldest lady, but cannot share the hardships with her.

Since the last conflict between the eldest lady and the prime minister, the prime minister has never been to Tingyun Pavilion again.

Qingju murmured: "Winter is coming soon. We, Tingyun Pavilion, can't stay like this cold..."

Jiang Ling glanced at the sky.

It is true that the sky is overcast and another snow is about to fall.

She was preoccupied with the snowstorm tonight. She wondered if the Beitong River was frozen and whether her father and mother could successfully cross the river and go south.

I kept thinking about it, and it was already evening before I knew it.

Jiang Ling's heart beat faster and faster, and she became more and more restless.

Tingyun Pavilion couldn't sit down anymore, so she let Lu Wu support her and relaxed at the door of the courtyard. In the blink of an eye, she heard something coming from the kitchen.

"Sir Tan said that there is no need to make dinner for the prime minister today, just the ones from Tingyun Pavilion and Tanxiangyuan."

"You don't have to do it? Is the prime minister going out tonight? Could it be that he wants to--"

"Hush, we servants should stop asking about Master's affairs."

"..."
To be continued...