The surroundings were damp and stuffy, and there seemed to be a cold wind blowing in along with Bu Zhan's words.

Surrounded by airtight walls, Jiang Wenhuai's voice echoed:

"Ayuukichi...are you going to use your own flesh and blood to hold me hostage?!"

The man sitting cross-legged on the ground was excited and his eyes widened. He had never calculated that it would be such a result. In order to preserve the only bloodline of the Jiang family, he had to marry his daughter to Bu Zhan.

But he didn't expect that Ling'er would actually be pregnant with the traitorous prime minister at this juncture.

Jiang Wenhuai never expected that the man in front of him was so selfish and ruthless that even his unborn child would be plotted against him.

Bu Zhan looked calm and met his eyes.

The man held a teacup in his hand, his clean fingers were long and beautiful, as if he was playing with a chess piece. The light was dim and dim, and his delicate eyes were equally cold and dark.

"My father-in-law said something serious," he smiled, "I just suddenly remembered that you seem to be the most knowledgeable master in the capital. Whether it is poems, essays, strategies, or annotations, no one in the entire imperial city can surpass you.

Right. Even the Sixth Prince, who originally had no ability, was taught by you to be knowledgeable and knowledgeable."

Jiang Wenhuai was so angry that he was trembling with anger.

After a moment of silence, the middle-aged man sitting on the ground turned his head and said coldly:

"Master Zuo Xiang remembers it wrong. I no longer teach. You'd better hire someone else."

"Really?"

Bu Zhan raised his eyebrows and said regretfully, "That's such a pity. I just hope that my child can have the best teacher in the world."

Although his words were sincere, his attitude did not show much sincerity. When he said this, he glanced at the iron chains on the opponent's feet. Jiang Wenhuai moved toward the wall, clenching his fists tighter and tighter.

He would rather die than join the ranks of this traitor.

Seeing his resolute attitude, Bu Zhan just smiled softly. Soon, he said slowly:

"It doesn't matter, it's rare for my father-in-law to come to Bu Mansion. Now I'm not entertaining you well. Come, please untie Mr. Jiang's handcuffs and anklets, and prepare good food and tea."

"Father-in-law, we have a long way to go."

…

Let’s talk about Tingyun Pavilion.

After knowing that Bu Zhan would not take action against the Jiang family for the time being, Jiang Ling became paralyzed.

She was leaning against the bed, her face still not showing much blood.

Upon hearing that she was pregnant, Feng Yinyin immediately ran over to visit her.

The two had no overt disputes, and they pretended to be friendly when they got along. After closing the door of Tingyun Pavilion, Lu Wu cried to Jiang Ling more than once about Feng's daily behavior, and how the other party was arrogant and domineering.

, arrogant, as if she did not take her, the mistress of the Bu family, seriously.

"My servant heard from Sister Qingju that during the time when you and the prime minister were angry, Mrs. Feng spent all day accompanying the prime minister to meet guests as a female member of the Bu family...Last time, an adult named Yuan came to the house.

I mistakenly thought Mrs. Feng was you, and even called her Mrs. Feng very warmly. I was worried that you would be too sad, so I didn't dare to tell you."

This time, Mrs. Feng sent some nourishing medicinal foods.

Jiang Ling superficially agreed, and after the other party left, he let Lu Wu help him stand up from the couch.

On the table was the hot porridge brought by Feng Yinyin, which was still steaming. Before Lu Wu could stop her from drinking it, Jiang Ling said expressionlessly: "Send this bowl of porridge to the Prime Minister and say...

...It was given by Feng."

The surrounding female envoys responded and carried soup and porridge to the Zhengrong Pavilion.

That night, Bu Zhan ordered that during the days when his wife was expecting childbirth, Mrs. Feng was not allowed to take another step closer to Tingyun Pavilion.

The days passed day by day, and in the blink of an eye, it was already the New Year.

This is a New Year that Jiang Ling spent in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

The plum blossoms in the yard are blooming beautifully, with pink and white petals stretching into sheets. She likes to stand under the plum blossom tree when the snow stops, watching the green grass pile up a small snow bunny on one side, and then use the petals to cover it. Hide.

She hasn't seen Ayan or her parents for a long time.

Bu Zhan was getting busier and busier, but he would also find time to come to Tingyunge to see her. The two of them spent most of the time sitting in silence, he reviewing files, and she sewing new clothes for the child who was about to be born in her belly.

Sometimes, servants would serve medicinal soup.

Bu Zhanhui raised his head rarely, his eyes falling lightly on her, watching her slowly finish the bowl of medicinal soup.

Time passed by quietly, and Jiang Ling felt safe in the Prime Minister's Mansion for the first time.

To her surprise, on New Year's Eve, Bu Zhan actually invited Ji Zheng to the house.

The Bufu family banquet was very lively, with delicacies from the mountains and seas, fine wines and musical instruments, and it was even more luxurious than what she had seen in the palace. This time at the Bufu family banquet, many ministers of the DPRK were entertained. Among them, Jiang Ling also saw the Master Yuan Lu Wu was talking about.

The other party was dressed in a blue shirt, and his cheeks were so full of flesh that his eyes were almost invisible when he smiled.

The other guests also had compliments on their faces and toasted to Bu Zhan beside her, their words full of flattery.

The noise at the banquet soon gave Jiang Ling a headache.

She said goodbye to Bu Zhan and walked out of the banquet.

She liked to stand by the waterside pavilion and feel the cool breeze blowing from the lake. There was a heavy snowfall last night, and a thin layer of ice formed on the lake, reflecting her figure like a clear and clean mirror.

I was lost in thought when a voice suddenly sounded from behind me:

"lady."

Turning around, it was Ji Zheng.

Wearing a green cloak, he stood behind Jiang Ling and smiled at her.

Looking at Ji Fusheng, she felt as if she was in another world. After a moment of confusion, she also saluted him: "Teacher Ji."

Maybe she was born slender and wore a lot of clothes, so the bulge in her abdomen was not very obvious. But even so, Ji Zheng's eyes still paused on her abdomen for a moment with concern, and then, a few steps away, Greet her slowly.

The other party looked at her from a distance and said that Bu Zhan had let Jiang Yan go and told her not to worry.

He only placed Jiang Wenhuai under soft imprisonment, and the other Jiang family members returned to the Jiang Mansion safe and sound.

Jiang Ling stood by the pool, facing the wind, and said to him: "Thank you, Teacher Ji."

Her voice sounded a little weak and dry.

Ji Zheng also heard some things about her. On the surface, Bu Zhan asked her to raise her baby in Bu Mansion, but in fact it was the same as under house arrest. He knew Bu Zhan's ruthlessness and strength, and also knew how much Bu Zhan's attitude toward Jiang Ling was now. It has something to do with yourself.

It was he who accepted Jiang Ling as his disciple, which caused her to suffer in the future.

Thinking of this, Ji Zheng couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

He lowered his eyes slightly, with distress in his eyes.

Even though she was pregnant, she actually looked thinner than before.

The whole person was feeling sick, and his energy and spirit were not very good.

So Ji Fusheng said: "If you feel uncomfortable, I will prescribe some medicine for you."

"I'm not uncomfortable," she shook her head, "Teacher Ji, I'm just a little confused."

"take things too hard?"

The other party frowned sharply.

The girl turned her head and asked him seriously:

"Teacher, if I have Bu Zhan's child, am I going to be trapped in the Prime Minister's Mansion for the rest of my life?"

Unexpectedly, she would ask such a question. Ji Zheng was startled, moved his lips, and was speechless for a long time.

Before she said this, there seemed to be a glimmer of light in her eyes. The fine light and shadow were suddenly blown away by the cold wind. Jiang Ling's hair on her temples fluttered slightly, blocking the expression in her eyes.

Ji Fusheng just looked at her with a slight frown for a long time. Finally, he walked over slowly.

"Reach out."

She was unguarded against Ji Zheng and reached out her hand obediently.

Suddenly there was a pill in the palm of my hand.

Ji Zheng's voice was very low, so low that only the two of them could hear it: "If you don't want to be trapped here, just find an opportunity to take this. This is an abortion pill and will not cause any harm to your body." No amount of damage, just some pain."

Jiang Ling clenched the pill tightly, raised her head and smiled at him, "Teacher Ji, I'm not afraid of pain."

Hearing this, Ji Zheng's eyes moved, but he finally couldn't bear it, turned his head, and after a long time he said in a dull voice:

"I don't know if giving you this pill is good or bad for you."

Jiang Ling was about to speak when he suddenly saw a trace of snow-white clothes not far away. Someone was walking slowly towards this side.

She subconsciously took a few steps back and quietly hid the pills in her palm.
Chapter completed!