Village Girl Struggle

Looking at the boxes piled up into a small hill in front of him, the peak of the hill was about to reach the ceiling, Gao Han gestured slightly with excitement. At the moment, his own guards went up to open these boxes.

Although the light is still insufficient under the light of the lampstand, they are just a few boxes opened at random, but the guards who came to collect the Baiyuntang Tibetan silver have their pupils widened and their eyes shining.

But seeing two boxes of silver, two boxes of silk satin, and three boxes of pearl jade, I don’t know how long it has been in the dark room of Baiyuntang underground. At this time, under the light of candlelight, it emits a faint brilliance. Rao is Gao Han as a palace. The son, it is reasonable to see the world, at this time can not help but be thumped.

There are about a hundred boxes in this room, if every one of them contains such contents...

Then he, the concubine who has always been tight on hand, really made a fortune.

He had long expected that Bi Ling, as the eldest princess, would have huge wealth in his hands.

She was married to the Li family back then, and the ten-mile red makeup was unparalleled. Later, after Li Fuma died, only the property of Li Fuma was distributed to the children born in the outer room, but Bi Ling's dowry was still in her own hands. Later, Bi Ling A real person ordained as a Taoist aunt, the emperor and empress pityed her for her youthful youth and she would have a green lantern scripture. Naturally, she was constantly rewarded. The eldest princess's fief is a rich county in the south, and annual taxes will be provided on time. Only a few years ago, the eldest princess Only then did he write to the emperor that he had been a monk for a long time, and he did not want to enjoy the country's taxes, so he returned the fief to the court.

But the past seventy years have accumulated over the years. Can you imagine how rich it is?

What's more, Bi Ling has no children, and the cost of being in Taoist temple is so small, can't he save it all and leave it to Baiyuntang's successor?

With these things, wouldn't it be more powerful for him to recruit troops?

Even if it was to win over Ning Yuan's line to support him, he still had considerable capital.

Gao Han thought about the bright future, and couldn't help but feel happy.

Turns his eyes. Look at Jiang Ying who is standing not far away.

Even if the old thing like Real Person Bi Ling is biased against her*, in the end, the things that Real Person Bi Ling has saved in his entire life are still cheaper for him?

Humph, no matter how lucky, it's just a woman!

Thanks to this **** for seeing those old, middle-aged and small Taoist aunts in his eyes, he is willing to exchange these useless things with Bi Ling's real silver hiding place...

Otherwise, this is a tunnel and a secret room, and there are still a lot of institutions. Even if you turn Baiyuntang upside down, you may not be able to find the right place. What's more, time waits for no one, long nights and more dreams?

"Thank you, Sister Xiaoying, for her generosity. This matter is over, and my sister can go back by herself. Oh. By the way, I don't know what happened to Lord Du Hou's injury. When I'm free, my son will come over and visit."

At this time, he will have a large sum of money in the account, and he is in a good mood. Seeing that Jiang Ying's eyelashes were half drooping, his lips pressed lightly, his complexion was about to drip, and there was a feeling of revenge, and he deliberately said something poking his heart.

After all, Du Hong I saw that day. Almost one foot is already in the coffin, this good sister, who is anxious for her lover if she wants to come, right?

Jiang Ying glanced at Gao Han. Coldly said, "Master Han should hurry up and pack these belongings!"

She walked away as soon as she flicked her sleeves. Naturally, there were a few Lady Wei followed by her side, and they all left the tunnel hurriedly.

Out of the tunnel, watching Gao Han's soldiers let go of the Taoist aunts.

Without the great backer of True Man Bi Ling. Everyone was panicked at this time, hoping that Jiang Ying would give an idea.

Jiang Ying summoned Xuan Zhen and Xuan Jing's wonderful words and Miaoyu all over. Discussed something.

So I decided that things should be urgently governed now. Although these soldiers released the Taoist aunts and did not prohibit them from living back to their original places, the Baiyun Hall is still guarded by sergeants everywhere, and the mountain gates are also forbidden to pass.

Therefore, let these people live in one or two yards as much as possible, so that they can also take care of each other, so as not to be left alone and something happens. After all, these Taoist aunts are still young, not afraid of ten thousand but just in case, if something really happens, it will be too late.

Moreover, these two yards were also selected as the backyard of Baiyuntang, very close to Jiang Ying's residence. One of the small yards is the opposite of Jiang Ying's yard, where Yunliu once lived.

When Jiang Ying was going back to his courtyard, he wanted to take the little Taoist aunt with him.

Unexpectedly, the little Taoist aunt shook her head and said with red eyes that she wanted to live with her uncle and senior sisters.

In the past few days, the innocent and silly little Taoist is like a different person, with a sad face and taciturn. If it had been before, the little Taoist would have smiled and held Jiang Ying's hand and ran to it. Jiang Ying went to the yard.

Jiang Ying didn't force her to persuade her, and told her to find her if she lacked anything, and then returned to her residence.

After such busy work, it was getting late again.

Du Hong was still not awake. Listening to Lingye Dao who was waiting, Master Du Hou woke up for about half an hour, and after using some porridge, he fell asleep again.

Although it is regrettable not to see Du Hong waking up, his condition is getting better and better, which is a blessing in misfortune.

Jiang Ying looked at Du Hong's sleeping face for a while, bowed his head and kissed him on the corner of his forehead before leaving.

And when she turned around, Du Hong opened her phoenix eyes again, his eyes gloomy.

I watched the figure disappear behind the door, but finally disappeared.

There are so many things these days, Jiang Ying didn't eat and sleep well, this time he fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow.

But it was a night of chaos, and suddenly she dreamed that Xiao Fengfeng and herself were both dead, and her body became lighter, and she floated in the air.

Flickering, but drifting to his Prince's Mansion.

The painted pillars and carved beams have not been changed, especially the jade steps.

White banners were hung everywhere in the mansion, and the servants who came to and fro were full of sadness and pain.

The middle door opened wide, and a mourning hall was set up at the second door, wrapped in plain silver.

A young man came slowly from outside the door.

He is dressed in pure white linen, he has a pair of hemp shoes under his feet, and a white hairband on his head. He has a perfectly slender figure, a lonely and straight back, an elegant face, dark eyebrows, pale lips, and almost nothing on his face. color.

His exposed skin is almost the same as the white clothes on his body!

And that long crow-green hair, draped over the shoulders of the white clothes, made it even more distinct in black and white.

Compared with Murong Feng, this man was a bit less ostentatious, but more restrained and calm.

He is the fifth son of the Ji family, Jiang Ying's future husband.

Although they are not familiar, they have met Jiang Ying once or twice.

Ji Wu walked to the golden coffin and bowed slowly.

But see the drops of water on the blue bricks in front of the steps.

The people guarding both sides of the mourning hall could only see that although Ji Wu's body was straight, the sleeves of his robe were shaking slightly, as if the whole person had a fever and was swaying constantly.

Just listen to Ji Wu's low and hoarse voice, like mumbling to himself, and like a monologue.

"Why should Aying be like this? I knew there was today, I would rather fulfill you!"

Floating in the air, Jiang Ying explained embarrassingly, "This is a misunderstanding, a huge misunderstanding!"

Obviously it was Xiao Fengfeng who madly dragged my king back. Listening to the meaning of Ji's five words, how could it make it seem like my king didn't want to live anymore!

Isn't this doing evil!

Is it that the people of Huanhua Country actually look at this king in this way?

Ji Wu sighed in a low voice, but it caused a cry of people on both sides of the mourning hall.

Jiang Ying glanced intently. It turned out that those who were kneeling in the two columns were the little servants and guards who served her in the palace.

Headed by an eleven or twelve-year-old girl and an eight- or nine-year-old boy.

It was a daughter and a son of the emperor's family, the two pink and white buns, with tears in her big eyes at this time. Not to mention that little appearance is so painful.

Oops, my dears, the auntie Huang didn't hurt you in vain.

After a long absence, Jiang Ying was greedily looking at the appearance of his two nephews, but was awakened by a gasp and exclamation.

The young man like Yu, who was dressed in sackcloth, shook his body twice, spouting a mouthful of blood, and fell straight down in front of the coffin, like a mountain of Yu, and he couldn't help each other.

"Five sons! Five sons!"

"Oh, how good is this? I'm out of breath! The fifth son is also martyred to the prince!"

Looking at the fifth son of Ji who was supported by the crowd, his heroic soul was already gone, and his breath was gone.

Jiang Ying couldn't help feeling sad, and cried, "...Fifth Young Master Ji, it's the king who has tired you."

Jiang Yingfang cried twice. Suddenly, Ji Wu on the ground turned into Du Hong, with several wounds on his chest, and his body was stained with blood...

Jiang Ying was horrified, shaking his hands to help, but seeing Du Hong suddenly widened his eyes, his eyebrows were irritated.

"Go away, you evil spirit! I don't want you to touch Benhou when he is dead!"

Jiang Ying's grievances were so sad that his heart and liver ached. He wanted to speak to explain, but he felt choked, and there was no sound in his throat. He was so eager and desperate...

When Jiang Ying opened his eyes, the sky was already bright. Looking at the light, it was already time for himself to have breakfast.

Jiang Ying rubbed his forehead and shook his head.

It turned out to be just a dream.

Thinking of the fifth son of Ji, Jiang Ying felt very uneasy.

She herself was wearing a dead soul into the Jokhang Kingdom in another world, and Du Xiaohong was also suspected of being reincarnated by Xiao Fengfeng.

The story of the unmarried wife's death with the man next to her before the big marriage would be a heavy blow to which man she changed to?

What's more, is a family member, who can be called the perfect famous son Ji Wu in Huanhua Country?

Could the fifth son of Ji really vomit blood in front of the mourning hall and die like he saw in his dream?

Jiang Ying secretly prayed that the dream was not true.

But what she didn't know was that God was never what people wanted, and what she saw in the dream was indeed true.

The fifth son of Ji went from a happy bridegroom who was about to marry to a widower who died in love with his fiancée. This gap was so great that the fifth son of Ji, who had always been pursuing perfection, was completely destroyed by vomiting blood in the mourning hall...

Jiang Ying was in a trance, sleepwalking, and after washing up with the help of Lingzhi Lingye, he sat behind the table in a daze.

Xiao Zhao Xi brought breakfast over.

Since Zhao Xi followed Jiang Ying back to the capital, their three meals a day were all eaten together.

"What does Xiaoying think?"