Chapter 22 Killer? Or robber?
Goldenrod.
When Jiang Jiang was the poorest, he could only save a few cents a week.
It takes a long time to save up a coin engraved with goldenrod.
If you save one coin at a time, one day you will be able to buy a ticket out of the province.
Jiang Jiang really wanted to taste a beautiful cake like the one she saw on TV.
Unfortunately, I never had the opportunity and I had no money.
I can only swallow silently and pretend not to care.
There is no cake in this era, nor that damp and cold storage room.
Jiang Jiang likes this golden chrysanthemum silver hairpin. It makes her happy, just like the sense of accomplishment of saving up one coin after another.
"What would you like to eat, young lady?" The driver was ordering food and turned to ask Jiang Jiang.
"A bowl of rice, a light dish, and a bowl of soup."
Jiang Jiang held up the hairpin and laughed foolishly. The driver couldn't help but remind Jiang Jiang to hide it well, even though this thing was unlucky and could be stolen.
After asking the store to send hot water, the driver prepared to rest. "Miss, I live next door. Call me if you need anything."
"it is good."
Jiang Jiang's parents didn't come, so they probably didn't know that Jiang Jiang was given to the fifth prince. However, the imperial edict was on the way and should reach their home soon.
I don’t know what kind of identity the Fifth Prince will give Jiang Jiang.
A concubine? A mistress? A concubine?
Jiang Jiang took a deep breath, feeling the fresh and pleasant air outside the palace with a faint floral scent. It seemed as if every cell in her body was awakened by this breath, full of vitality.
In her thoughts, she strolled through the streets and alleys, enjoying this rare freedom and tranquility, with a lingering sense of relaxation in her heart.
However, when his thoughts drifted back to the palace, Jiang Jiang's face suddenly became solemn.
When she thought that she might have to return to that closed and depressing environment one day, she felt an indescribable fear and resistance, so she quickly shook her head vigorously, trying to get rid of this terrible idea from her mind.
"No, I must not let this thought disturb my good mood at the moment!" Jiang Jiang warned himself secretly.
She knew very well that returning to the palace would mean losing her freedom and facing endless rules and constraints.
The beautiful time before us is so short and precious, how can it be ruined by those troubles?
Jiang Jiang decided to put aside her worries and devote herself to the present moment.
She will continue to walk, appreciate the surrounding scenery, taste local snacks, and greet passers-by with a smile...
Gradually, her mood calmed down and joy surged in her heart again.
After all, happiness in life is always fleeting, so we have to cherish every moment.
The moon was shining brightly in the sky, and the sound of hurried footsteps in the corridor outside woke up Jiang Jiang who was sleeping.
The shopkeeper and the coachman were arguing and making a lot of noise outside.
The law enforcement team asked a few simple questions and quickly surrounded the inn.
I don’t know when this farce will end.
Jiang Jiang curled up in bed wrapped in a quilt, rubbing his hair in annoyance.
A dark shadow fell from the beam, and a dagger with a cold glow was placed in front of Jiang Jiang. He lowered his voice and threatened, "Don't make a sound if you don't want to die!"
Jiang Jiang nodded, indicating that he would not say anything.
Jiang Jiang: System, who is this person?
[The third prince's classmate, Song Xuannian, was confiscated and exiled last month for embezzling public funds and forming a clique for personal gain.]
Jiang Jiang: Which side is he on in the end of the script?
[In the script, he was killed by the third prince and his death is imminent.]
Jiang Jiang pointed at Song Xuannian's shoulder and said, "You are bleeding."
Song Xuannian gave him a warning glare, "Shut up!"
"If you carry me out, maybe we'll have a chance to escape." Jiang Jiang whispered an unfriendly suggestion.
