Jiang Ruan Yangmei: "Madam Lan, what's important to come today is the embroidering of the handkerchief?"

Zhang Lan was stunned and smiled and said, "Look at my memory. I want to ask the lady, "The farmer wants to send food to the mansion, but the lady wants to send a letter to the master's wife?"

Letter? Jiang Ruan's fingertips moved slightly. The time was too long, and she almost forgot that she would write to Jiang Quan and his elder brother every year. The content of the letter was nothing more than hoping that they could pick them up. Year by year, the letters were sank to the sea without any response. What was waiting for was the bad news that the elder brother Jiang Xinzhi died in the battlefield. After the elder brother died, there was actually no hope in her life.

People who have died once looked at things more clearly than before. She will no longer place hope on the ruthless and unrighteous Jiang Quan. Instead of waiting for death, it is better to take the initiative. As for the letter, there is no need for that. Jiang Quan will not read it. In the end, it is just a joke to add tea to others.

"My father is busy with official business, so there is no need to write this year." Jiang Ruan looked at his fingertips: "Madam Lan, I don't have any letters to bring."

Zhang Lan was stunned. Every year, Jiang Ruan would write letters to take them back. Everyone knew whether these letters could work, but no one would take the initiative to give up their hopes. Jiang Ruan has stopped bringing letters back now. Is he really disheartened and no longer has hope?

Zhang Lan looked at Jiang Ruan with some doubts, but couldn't see anything wrong, so she barely suppressed her uneasiness. No matter what, the more discouraged Jiang Ruan was, the better she would get in front of the person above. It was a good thing for her. Then she smiled and said, "Since that's the case, I'll go and take the food and take it off."

After Zhang Lan and Chen Fang left, Bai Zhi asked in confusion: "Why don't the girl send a message? Could it be that she is angry with the master?"

"Life is very precious, and there is no time to get angry with him." Jiang Ruan sat down at the table and looked at the pale girl in the rusty bronze mirror: "I'm going back. What kind of message should I send? If there is, just say it in person."

"Go back?" Lian Qiao's eyes lit up: "Did the girl think of any way to go back?"

Jiang Ruan stretched out his hand, slowly stroked the gap at the edge of the bronze mirror, and smiled faintly.

There are naturally methods, but before leaving, there is still a debt to be collected.

The air in the farmhouse was excellent in the early morning, and the gray-winged birds stood on the branches and pecked at the head. It had just snowed last night, and the sunlight seemed clearer and the grass and trees were covered with thick snow. The atmosphere of the New Year was very strong.

Jiang Ruan got up early and after using a simple breakfast, he went to the pear garden with Lian Qiao. Before the pear garden was blooming, the branches were lush and leaves were lush. Lian Qiao felt a little regretful: "It's not yet time, the weather is warmer, and all the pear blossoms are blooming, which is what's so good."

Jiang Ruan smiled faintly. The flowers and grass were just to compete for the beauty of the color. In her previous life, she had seen pear blossoms in the palace. Suddenly, the spring breeze blows the flowers open all night, not only pear blossoms, but also peonies, water lilies, lotus, roses, and flowers in the palace. Unfortunately, only one person appreciated all the scenery. Later, she thought that someone could watch the flowers bloom and fall with her. It was not until she died that it was just a scam of mirrors and water moons.

The flowers look like her whole life, looking bright and beautiful, but when they are decaying, they don’t even have a place to sit. They are scattered into mud and dust, and the only faint fragrance is also bitter.

Lian Qiao found that Jiang Ruan's eyes were a little deep, and she didn't know what she was thinking of writing, but her expression was sad and cold. She was shocked and said with concern: "Girl?"

Jiang Ruan came to her senses and shook her head: "It's okay, let's go."

While the two of them were walking and stopping, they didn't pay attention to the dense jungle behind them. One of them had been standing for a long time.

The man was wearing a long coat with lake green silk and gold-edged silk, and a colorful garland vest and sky blue soap boots. He was wearing a wealthy body. His eyes were staring at Jiang Ruan's figure, full of obsession.

This person is the youngest son of Zhang Lan's family, Chen Zhao.

Chen Zhao likes to sleep under the pear garden on weekdays, and today is just like usual. He accidentally hears a woman talking. To him, it is like a cat who sees a fishy fish and immediately looks at it, but he doesn't want to be stunned at first sight.

Jiang Ruan was wearing the same clothes today as yesterday. Only Bai Zhi did not comb her bun. She tied a small part of her hair in front and put a lotus bun on her back. The rest was casually draped on her shoulders, making her look older and more beautiful.

The pear blossoms in the pear orchard have not yet bloomed, but the branches are heavy with snow, like blooming pear blossoms. However, her skin is whiter than snow, her face is brighter than pear blossoms, and her expression is cold, but her eyes seem to sweep over the bushes of branches inadvertently, like a pool of clear spring water that gently ripples through people's hearts, making people itchy. Her voice is too far away to hear clearly, but she can imagine the crisp and moving tone. She slightly raised her head to look at the ice crystals hanging on the branches, and her exposed neck is as beautiful as a swan.

Chen Zhao swallowed his saliva and his eyes fell on Jiang Ruan's thin body in the distance. The cotton jacket was too wide, covering up her slim waist. Although she was not old, she looked like a little girl's body, but she had a vivid and lively agility, as if the charm of an adult woman and the tenderness of a little girl were all shown to her. It has never been discovered before that Jiang Ruan after a serious illness was so beautiful, she was really a natural beauty.

If such a beauty can be crazy with him every night, it would be a beautiful thing in the world. Chen Zhao looked unstable, and he didn't know what he thought of, standing there in his place to meditate.

Lian Qiao, who was not far away, also noticed Chen Zhao's figure and her face darkened: "Girl, let's go back early. There are unclean people in this garden. Be careful not to cause trouble."

Jiang Ruan followed her gaze, bent her lips and smiled gently: "Okay."

Chen Zhaozheng stared at Jiang Ruan in a daze, and suddenly saw the little beauty smiling at him. This smile contained an indescribable meaning, not like the innocence or shyness that a little girl should have, but only a faint temptation, like the cerebral cereus with a faint cold fragrance, short and noble, and the charm of the night.

Chen Zhao couldn't help but become obsessed. Until Jiang Ruan and the others left the Liyuan, they did not come back to their senses from the stunning smile.

This matter was quickly left behind by Jiang Ruan and Lian Qiao. Life was peaceful for three days. During these three days, Jiang Ruan walked around the village casually and occasionally met Chen Zhao. Unexpectedly, Chen Zhao was more rules than before, and did not stick to it like a fly before, so Lian Qiao felt much more at ease. However, there were also uneasy things, just as the day of handing over the embroidered handkerchief was approaching, Jiang Ruan's embroidered handkerchief had not yet been embroidered.

After Jiang Ruan fell into the water, Zhang Lan did not mention the embroidery of the handkerchief for the time being. She just wanted to slow down the embroidery again and again. Chen Fang deliberately mentioned it a few days ago, which made Lian Fu and Bai Zhi difficult.
Chapter completed!