Qiu Jiang narrowed her eyes and looked at the villa ahead--

The walls are extremely high, the log door is not painted, and the four big words "Taohe Villa" are written on the plaque, and the pen tip is flying and romantic, which is the hand of Feng Letian, the prime minister of the dynasty.

The thin snow has not melted, and when the mountain wind blows, I feel like a knife blowing.

Qiu Jiang couldn't help rubbing her hands and said intimately that she was so cold, she deserved to be the "cold" palace of the abandoned wife.

Feng Xiaoya's concubines were all sent to Yunmeng Mountain just a few days after they were married. So, what kind of place is Yunmeng Mountain? Do those concubines still live in it? Or are they changing their appearance and seeking a new life?

No matter what, she will not be able to escape from Yujing for a while. If she wants to hide somewhere, Taohe Villa is a good choice.

After all, the most dangerous place is the safest place.

Therefore, she found Yunmeng Mountain, but unexpectedly, the entrance to the mountain was in Wanyulin, the royal hunting ground, and it was difficult for ordinary people to enter.

Qiu Jiang took a lot of effort to lure those people away and took the opportunity to go up the mountain. After wandering around in front of the villa for a while, he saw that no one was guarding him, so he walked over the wall.

The yard inside the wall is very large, with only one kind of tree planted - pine trees. In addition, it is deserted and has a bleak scenery, which is far from the exquisite garden where the grass and woods live in the Honglou Waterfall.

Qiu Jiang waited patiently for a long time, and finally saw an old man passing by with a basket.

The old man was short and fat, coughing from time to time. In such cold weather, he took out a veil to wipe his sweat while walking. His steps were heavy, and he seemed to be unable to do martial arts. Qiu Jiang followed.

I saw him coming to the cottage in the northeast corner, pushing open the door, and there was a kitchen inside.

The fat old man opened the basket, took out a handful of fennel, a few eggs, and a bag of millet from it, and started to make a fire to cook.

Qiu Jiang looked at it for a while, but didn't see anything unusual, so she left again.

The villa is very large and divided into eight courtyards. Qiu Jiang investigated them one by one, and the houses were all empty, so the concubines were indeed not here.

Finally she walked back to the kitchen, and the pot was already filled with a strong aroma of fried fennel from the eggs.

The fat old man took a short table and put it under the eaves of the door, and took out two more mats.

Qiu Jiang felt alert when she saw this. Just as she was about to retreat, the fat old man said, "It's a guest from afar, let's leave with a meal."

Qiu Jiang did not move, holding her breath.

The fat old man put the fried eggs and fennel on a plate, spooned two bowls of rice, took two pairs of chopsticks, placed them on a table, then sat down and continued to wipe his head with a sweat towel.

Qiu Jiang saw this and her eyes flashed slightly, and she walked out of the shadow she was hiding.

The fat old man smiled at her. He had a very kind round face, and he smiled like Maitreya. Qiu Jiang guessed his identity.

She sat down opposite this person.

The fat old man reached out to make a invitation position and started eating.

Qiu Jiang saw that he was eating very fragrantly, and felt that since he came, he would be at peace, so he also put off his chopsticks.

As soon as the dish is in the mouth, the tip of the tongue becomes beautiful.

Qiu Jiang was shocked. I didn’t expect that such a simple dish could be cooked so delicious!

"Do you want to know the trick?" the fat old man asked her with a smile.

"I hope to hear the details."

"Add wine." The fat old man took out a pot of wine from behind and shook it, "Two drops will make the plate full of fragrance."

Qiu Jiang stared at the pot of wine.

The fat old man smiled again: "Come on?"

"I'll go get the glass." Qiu Jiang rushed into the kitchen and turned out two wine glasses. She has always been active in drinking.

The fat old man filled her with it. The two raised their glasses and drank each other.

As soon as the wine entered his throat, his eyes became brighter. Qiu Jiang praised: "This is wine! What you want is this kind of energy that burns fire."

"That's right! Fuck!" The fat old man drank all his mouthfuls, then started coughing again, explaining while coughing, "I have an old problem with my throat, and I cough as soon as I drink."

Qiu Jiang was about to speak, but he said again: "If you advise me to quit drinking, I will not invite you to drink."

Qiu Jiang laughed: "Please advise people to quit drinking, just like asking people to divorce their wives. I won't do such a bad thing."

The fat old man was very happy to hear this and immediately raised his glass again: "Well said it! Give you a respect!"

Qiu Jiang tilted her neck and dries it, and then ate a chopstick dish. She felt that life was so comfortable.

"Daughter-in-law, I heard that my son has been looking for you." The fat old man said inadvertently while coughing.

Qiu Jiang's eyes flashed slightly and she smiled: "Yes, father-in-law."

This person with a smile and looks like Maitreya is nothing but the father of Feng Letian, the number one minister in Dayan - Feng Xiaoya.

"Do you want to go back?"

"Don't think much."

Feng Letian gave her a full list of words: "Can you talk too much and ask why?"

"He doesn't have sex with me."

Feng Letian immediately started to cough violently, but this time, he was choking by alcohol.

Qiu Jiang looked at him with a smile.

Feng Letian finally let his anger go away and sighed: "It's indeed my son's fault. His body...hey."

"What disease did he have?"

“Poisoned.”

Qiu Jiang was stunned - she actually asked casually, and she didn't expect Feng Letian to tell her. After all, what disease Feng Xiaoya had and why she could still practice martial arts after she became so sick. She hadn't figured out for many years after exploring Ruyimen.

Unexpectedly, Feng Letian answered in one go, and even more unexpectedly, he was poisoned!

"Don't you say it's a bone fusion?"

"That's right. When his mother was pregnant, she was poisoned by someone. Her mother tried her best to give birth to him and left. When he was born, the toxins had already penetrated into his bones and could not be forced out. And as he grew older, his bones became softer and he would eventually become paralyzed."

Qiu Jiang stared at him: "Then... how did it be cured?"

Feng Letian filled himself with it, sipped wine and said slowly: "I found six masters and injected six internal forces into his body at the same time, controlling the twelve meridians to help him walk..."

Qiu Jiang was shocked.

Feng Letian blinked: "Crazy, right?"

"Unheard of it!"

"Yes, everyone thought I was whimsical and impossible to achieve, and Xiaoya herself thought it was impossible. There was only one person who believed that I could do it."

"who?"

"A child, whose surname is Jiang, whose name is Jiang, is Jiang."

Qiu Jiang frowned and silently recited the name in his heart - Jiang Jiang? Why do you feel like you have heard of it?

"It was Xiaoya's childhood fiancée."

"As a child?" Everyone knew that Feng Xiaoya's wife later married was Gong Xiaohui, not Jiang Jiang.

"Yes. She is missing. On December 12, ten years ago, Yukikawa was lost." Feng Letian looked at her, but his eyes seemed to look through her, looking at another person.

At this moment, Feng Xiaoya's sad, pity-loving look could not hide her despair.

Qiu Jiang's heartbeat suddenly when she saw this look, and a ridiculous idea jumped into her mind. Because it was too absurd, her whole body was trembling involuntarily.

No, no, no!

impossible!!!

***

December 12th, it was a special day in Yujing, Yan State.

The summer river in the suburbs of the city has frozen ice, and the people gather by the river, carving ice, rushing to the market, and laying Kongming lanterns, praying for good weather and peace in the coming year.

This custom started ten years ago.

Ten years ago, the only beloved son of Prime Minister Feng Letian, Feng Xiaoya, was terminally ill and was in critical condition. After the news came out, the people came here to pray for Feng Xiaoya.

That night, as many as a thousand people gathered on the river.

The next day, Feng Xiaoya's illness miraculously improved.

Because of this opportunity, people think that prayer played a role, one spread to ten, ten spread to hundreds. Over time, everyone went to Xingchuan to release the Kongming lantern on December 12th.

During this period, some people really achieved their wishes, which adds more glory to the legend.

But for Feng Xiaoya, December 12th is a nightmare.

That night, his fiancée Jiang Jiang also went to Yukikawa with his family, and was dispersed by the crowd and disappeared.

Feng Letian had a long time to retire, so the family he chose for his son was also very ordinary. His grandfather was an imperial physician who retired. His father opened a pharmacy in the capital. He had a daughter named Jiangjiang, who was one year younger than Feng Xiaoya.

Jiang Jiang is very smart. He helped his shop pick up medicine when he was seven years old. Because Feng Xiaoya was born with a stubborn disease and used medicine all year round, she asked her daughter to send medicine when she was too busy with the medicine hall.

After a while, I met.

Feng Letian loves this lively and cheerful little girl very much, and once joked: "If my son recovers from illness, would it be nice to marry you?"
To be continued...