Jiang Ling watched the lamp and fell asleep at some point.

On the fifth night after arriving in Bufu, she didn't sleep very well.

Jiang Ling dreamed that she was being bullied in the Prime Minister's Mansion. Her father didn't want her, and her mother-in-law didn't care about her. Those people poured cold dirty water on her, fed her soup scraps that were hard to swallow, and threw her bedding from the bed. Into the ice and snow.

She dreamed of Bu Zhan—the husband she had never met.

He did not instruct those people to do what they did, but when he saw his wife suffering, he did not stop them.

The other party was dressed in a cloak and stood in the snow, like a white crane.

Behind him was the silent flying snow, rustling down.

Seeing Jiang Ling in such a miserable state, Bu Zhan didn't even have an expression of disgust on his face.

He is just indifferent.

…

Autumn in Shengjing is always short. When I wake up, the weather is getting colder. The steep cold wind blows through the windows and makes the smoke in the octagonal smoker dissipate a little.

Over the past few days, the spices in the fumigation cage were almost exhausted, and the thick autumn clothes and bedding were not delivered for a long time. It was so cold that Lu Wai sneezed until the sky was dark, and he stood by the door and shivered.

"Miss, this house is too bullying. Those servants are all looking down on others, and they don't take you, the eldest lady, in their eyes at all. Seeing that the weather is about to get cold, we can't leave the house to buy heavy supplies. Clothes, how will we survive the winter when it comes?"

Not to mention it was the twelfth lunar month of winter, the nights had been heavy recently, and when I was changing into thick bedding in my house, I "accidentally" passed by Tingyun Pavilion.

I heard from Lu Wu that when the servants of Bu Mansion met Feng Yinyin, they complimented her as if they were their own mother. They moved all the good things and treasures to Tanxiang Courtyard, and even the maids there were better off than Jiang Yinyin. Ling, the "big lady", is at ease.

Not only the green grass, but also the green chrysanthemum was anxious.

She originally thought that following the eldest lady, her life in the Prime Minister's Mansion would be smooth sailing, but she didn't know that this new lady was useless. Qingju looked her up and down several times, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt It shouldn't be.

Not to mention the new lady's appearance, her figure alone would make even a woman feel thirsty just looking at her, let alone a man as strong-blooded as the Prime Minister. After thinking about it, Qingju single-handedly killed the eldest lady. He took her to a corner and decided to teach her some "means".

Jiang Ling has been disciplined since childhood, but has he ever heard such words?

She blushed and turned away, "I...I'm not good at it."

Qingju said sincerely: "Madam, please don't feel frivolous. Now that you have entered the prime minister's house, the prime minister is your husband. The harmony of yin and yang between husband and wife is the most normal thing. Madam is so beautiful, as long as you are willing to use some means , to keep the Prime Minister’s heart, why do you need to look at the faces of these servants in the house?”

"When the time comes, you will become the real mistress of the Bu family. Those people who adapt to the changing circumstances will not rush over to pick up your shoes, Madam? And that arrogant and domineering Feng..."

Qing Ju kept talking.

Jiang Ling's lips were slightly dry.

She has been reading and literate since she was a child, and has also learned how to get along with her husband. For her, husband and wife should respect each other, and Aunt Qingju's such gentle words completely subverted her understanding.

Qing Ju said that she wanted to please Bu Zhan.

How to please?

——House.things.

She was going to seduce and seduce him.

The word "seduce" fell into Jiang Ling's ears, like boiling water exploding in a pot, making her whole body uncomfortable. Listening to Qing Ju's words, her words were like lingering thoughts. In addition to being ashamed, it also made her feel a great deal of pain. Violation and humiliation.

Jiang Ling took a step back, shook his head and said, "I can't do it well."

Qing Ju sighed as she hated the iron.

"Then Madam would rather be humiliated by the servants, freeze to death, or starve to death than do this?"

Jiang Ling lowered his eyes and remained silent.

The shadows of the sun flickered, and a golden halo penetrated the window screen and gently fell on her thick and slender eyelashes. As the light and shadow flickered, the girl's thick eyelashes trembled, and the sparkling sunlight made her skin pale.

She didn't answer or comment.

The lights in Tingyun Pavilion have been on for several days.

Every time Bu Zhan raised his head in front of the desk, he saw the lights of Tingyun Pavilion lit up like daylight. That light stayed on from dusk until the rooster crows. The other party seemed to be extremely stubborn and very stupid.

The man looked away, put down his hair, and rubbed his temples.

In recent days, his headaches have become more and more severe.

Tan Zhao stood on the side of the table. When he saw this, he said, "Master Xiang, your head ailment has attacked again?"

Bu Zhan responded calmly: "Yeah."

After working hard for many years, Bu Zhan suffered from very serious head problems, and every time he had an attack, it was like a million insects sucking the marrow out of his head.

In order to cure the Prime Minister's head ailment, Tan Zhao traveled all over the country and spent a lot of money to hire many famous doctors, but to no avail.

Only the acupuncture technique of the medical woman Feng can slightly relieve his headache.

This is also the reason why Bu Zhan kept her in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

The autumn frost is getting heavier.

Tan Zhao asked: "Do you want to call Miss Feng?"

"No need."

Bu Zhan thought for a while, put on his clothes and stood up.

…

He rarely hangs out in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Bu Zhan didn't like to hold the lamp, and there was only the silence of the moon around him. The thin glistening light scattered, laying a layer of sparkling light and shadow on the forest path. The night wind blew, and his head ailment seemed to be relieved, and the man became calmer.

He raised his eyes and looked towards the spot of light not far away.

Her name is Jiang Ling, she was born with a phoenix life, and she is his nominal wife.

He has never seen this woman.

He had very little impression of Jiang Ling. He only knew that she was the eldest daughter of the Imperial Tutor. She had been brought under the control of the palace since she was a child, and she should obey the rules. Without his intervention, she would have married the third prince or the sixth prince in the future.

Prince. Now those two people are imprisoned by him and have become slaves.

Let’s talk about Tingyun Pavilion.

Over the past few days, Jiang Ling has become accustomed to Bu Zhan's indifference, so when she heard him walking into Tingyun Pavilion, her first reaction was that she had not yet woken up.

The man's footsteps were very steady.

"Master Prime Minister?!"

Qingju was happy and surprised when she saw Bu Zhan. When the female servants around her saw him, they knelt down in a hurry.

Bu Zhan calmly looked away, only to see that the inner bed was brightly lit, with a solitary lantern covered with gauze, and the night was extremely quiet.

Jiang Ling was dragged up from the bed by Lu Wu in a daze. Just when he was about to speak out, he suddenly smelled a faint wisp of sandalwood.

Immediately afterwards, there was a tall figure.

The surrounding servants quickly dispersed.

There were only two people left in the huge master bedroom.

Jiang Ling sniffed the Buddhist incense and raised her head blankly. She saw the man lowering his thick black eyes. The man was younger than she thought, and he actually had a somewhat elegant literati temperament. Such a noble and noble aura made people very happy.

It is difficult to connect him with the traitor who kills decisively.

Bu Zhanfeng's eyes were narrow and cold, with a sense of oppression.

After a moment, there was a "crunch", and the branches outside the window were broken by the wind and frost, interrupting the two people's gaze.

Jiang Ling was shocked to realize that he had lost his composure, and hurriedly took half a step back to salute him.

"Master Xiang."

But after a quick glance, she actually felt a little hot.

The girl lowered her eyes and lowered her face. She couldn't see the other person's expression, but she could only hear him hum. Then, his eyes fell on her again.

The man's eyes seemed to be a bit sizeable.

Jiang Ling didn't dare to look up.

She pursed her lips and lowered her face. She had learned these rules in the palace. She was gentle and obedient, like an innocent and harmless deer.

The night breeze blew against her face, picking up her clothes. Because she was going to sleep, Jiang Ling wore very little.

However, Bu Zhan only glanced sideways at her, his eyes never stopping on her body.

He looked at the lamp that was about to burn out.

This lamp burned for three whole nights.

The lamp ran out of oil and the light was very weak, but she kept on keeping on.

For a moment, Jiang Ling seemed to see the mockery in Bu Zhan's eyes.

She understood that although Bu Zhan didn't say much, he had never regarded her as Bu Mansion's new wife. Jiang Ling even knew that Bu Zhan was unpredictable and cold-blooded, and he could easily kill the person who had the fate of Phoenix.

She was married, so he could kill her easily.

Thinking of this, she shuddered secretly and no longer dared to make any mistakes.
To be continued...