The maid was frightened when she heard this, and hurriedly looked down at her toes, wishing she could disappear in the room.

Jiang Dan's aftertaste glanced at her movements, a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of her lips, and turned to look at the banana outside the window.

"Miss, please slow down." Dragonfly patted Jiang Susu's back carefully, and Jiang Susu was sucking his throat and vomiting.

Since the day Xia Yan's accident, Jiang Susu has been vomiting whatever he eats. If he hadn't known the inside story, he would have thought that Jiang Susu was a joy.

Jiang Susu pushed the dragonfly away, covered her mouth with a veil in a mess and said, "Get out!"

The dragonfly had to take the silver plate and retreat. Jiang Susu held the chair and felt uncomfortable in her stomach. That day, what Jiang Ruan said to her came to her ears again: Because, the purple river cart was discarded by her mother himself.

Only when she understands what Jiang Ruan means can she know how terrible this sentence is. Jiang Susu just wished she could escape her stomach. As long as she thought that what she had eaten into her stomach would be... she would vomit into the dark.

That bitch butterfly actually bought such a Zihe Cart. Jiang Susu had tortured her and threw her out of the mansion. If she did such a thing, she naturally couldn't keep her. Jiang Susu had nightmares every night these days. When she screamed from the dream, she felt sweaty and felt anxious. She took the bronze mirror on one side and saw that her original stunning face had already become haggard, which was greatly reduced.

"Bitch!" She threw the bronze mirror to the ground, and her eyebrows were anxious.

The newly built small Buddhist temple in the name of the Jiang Mansion is just a dark room that has been disrepaired. It is located in the most remote corner of the Jiang Mansion. There are only dilapidated diggings and dry wells in the yard, and a few dead trees. It looks gloomy and seems to be unable to burn a trace of sun all year round.

Two dark-skinned women guarded the door, chatting while eating melon seeds, perhaps talking about the people in the small Buddhist temple. From time to time, they looked back at the Buddhist temple, with contempt in their eyes.

When Jiang Ruan brought Tianzhu and Bai Zhi over here, they happened to see this scene. When the two women saw Jiang Ruan, they stood up without even caring about cleaning up Guazi and nodded and greeted him.

The servants in the mansion had already been in a turmoil a few days ago. Originally, Xia Yan was taking the lead, but he was put on a trick by this legitimate lady who was not visible and fell to this point. The servants were not blind, and the matter between the masters was clearly visible. It was obvious that this young lady was much better than the wife. Thinking about Jiang Ruan now being a celebrity in front of the empress dowager, wouldn’t it be easy to deal with an old lady in the mansion? Therefore, although he knew that Jiang Quan did not like this legitimate daughter, no one dared to look down on Jiang Ruan, and he was still respectful on weekdays.

Jiang Ruan smiled slightly, waved her hand and said, "I'll come in and see my mother." Bai Zhi stepped forward and stuffed two purses filled with broken silver into the hands of the two women.

The two women just kept weighing the purse without saying a word, and smiled on their faces: "Why do you have to be polite lady? If you want to come and say it's all in one's body, I'll open the door for the lady." After that, he took out the iron key hanging around his neck and opened the door.

Only then did the few people see clearly that the door of the house was re-made with iron, and the door bolt was still outside. This was the only way to lock Xia Yan up in a stern manner.

After the two mothers opened the door, they avoided one side. Jiang Ruan took Tianzhu in. Bai Zhi stood outside the door. The mother knew it and walked to the other side from afar, but couldn't hear what the person inside was saying.

The room was pitch black, with only one small window open, even if it was a small window or was nailed to death with wooden boards. There was nothing inside.

Xia Yan had already heard Jiang Ruan's voice from the window, and at this moment he only did it. Tianzhu lit the oil lamp and could see clearly in the room. There was only a wooden bed with a thin blanket on it, which was damp and dirty. A wooden table, a grass futon, an altar, and a statue of Guanyin made of mud. Xia Yan knelt on the grass futon, with his eyes closed, as if he was praying sincerely.

Jiang Ruan sat down on the only chair in front of the wooden table and looked around. I think Jiang Quan was really angry with Xia Yan. The house was almost as good as the "home" in her village. The feng shui changed. Xia Yan asked Zhang Lan's family to "enter" Jiang Ruan like she asked Zhang Lan's family to "enter" but had thought that she would fall into the same situation today.

Xia Yan's legs were already numb, his knees were sore and itchy, and itchy. It was wet and unventilated. When it rained, it became biting cold. In just a few days, she actually suffered from rheumatism. However, Jiang Quan issued another death order and no one was allowed to visit. Today, the person who came to visit was a thorn in her eyes, Jiang Ruan.

Xia Yan wanted to ignore Jiang Ruan, but Jiang Ruan was too calm and didn't say anything, sitting quietly in the room. She kneeled with her legs so uncomfortable that she finally opened her eyes and said in a plain tone: "What are you here to do?"

Jiang Ruan looked at her with a smile: "A man has been separated for three days. When he looked at him with admiration, his mother has only been practicing her body and nature for a few days. She seems to have been infected with Buddha nature. She looks much calmer and lighter."

Xia Yan was anxious, and she tried her best to pretend that she was still as noble and gentle as before. But when she looked down, her clothes were stained with oil and dirty traces, and she looked greasy. Because she was locked in this place, she could not bathe every day like before, and her whole body was filled with a foul smell. Her long hair, which was originally proud, is now messy and tied with a knot in the middle. As for her face... with her eyes closed, Xia Yan could also imagine how ugly she was now.

In front of Jiang Ruan's smile, Xia Yan felt like he was stripped naked and still went to the market for viewing. How could she accept this feeling?

She looked up at Jiang Ruan. Jiang Ruan was wearing a long dress with golden silk embroidered begonia gauze, black hair and snowy skin, red lips and white teeth. Even in the dark dark room, she seemed to have a layer of shining light on her body. This brilliance made her sit just before the wooden table, but it seemed to be sitting in the most supreme seat in the world. The smiling gaze looked down at her, as if she was looking at an ant in the dust, full of mockery.

Xia Yan's whole body trembled. The more glamorous Jiang Ruan was, the more embarrassed she was. At this moment, Xia Yan thought of the scene when he first met Zhao Mei many years ago.

Many years ago, she was famous as a talented woman in the capital. She wrote good poems and painted them. She was good at playing chess and all the girls were good at playing chess. She was so beautiful that all men fell in love with each other and women were jealous.

But she still couldn't marry into a good Wang family, just because her father was a concubine in the mansion and her status was not high. The kings, princes, generals and ministers could marry her back as concubines, but could not be wives.

The most terrifying thing in the world is not the beauty’s old age, the beauty is white hair, but the mud pot raising peonies. When the young Xia Yan was taller than the sky, he was determined to get a good marriage. At this time, she met Jiang Quan. Jiang Quan was a new nobleman in the court, and was elegant and elegant, and had a crush on her, but the person she wanted to marry was not her.
Chapter completed!