Scrob by force
Jiang Wu picked up a noble man who was about to die.
Lin Baiyu's jade bones were cold and still bright with blood. He used a jade pendant to pay for her life-saving grace.
She was a wild weed growing in the cracks of the rocks, crude and fresh, and she only regarded this jade pendant as a betrothal gift. She was able to marry her childhood sweetheart Shen Shaohuai with great splendor, and her heart was filled with joy.
Jiang Wu Chicheng had no city, and Lin Baiyu's eyes moved slightly, thinking of taking him away.
On the day when the guards arrived, the morning mist filled the mountains.
Before he could speak, he saw her running towards her with crooked red letters in her hands, her eyes as bright as the moon: "On the eighth day of next month, I will marry Brother Shaohuai. Young master, come to have a wedding banquet?"
Lin Baiyu looked at the dazzling word "", but said congratulations lightly, with a faint smile on his lips.
Turning around, I swept over the medicine basket with my sleeves and robe, Angelica sinensis rolled all over the floor, the car curtain dropped, and the gentleness instantly condensed into the deep ice of the cold pool.
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Before the good time, Shen Shaohuai was already in jail for possessing banned books.
Jiang Wu knew that there must be something fishy about this matter, but she had no other choice.
He just held the warm and cool old jade tightly in his palm, placed everything on it, and knelt down outside the waterside pavilion of Duke Anguo's Mansion, with tears on his clothes and begging with blood.
The wind was blowing on the waterside pavilion. Lin Baiyu stood in the wind wearing a long green robe. He threw all the fish food at the fence and watched the pond full of koi carps scurrying and fighting for it. His voice was as cold as jade hitting each other, and he spoke to his heart: "It's not difficult. I can solve this case with just one hand."
A few days later, Shen Shaohuai returned home. Although he was wounded from torture and looked haggard, he still managed to save his life.
Jiang Wu was grateful for his kindness, so he went to the Zhenguo Duke's Mansion to express his gratitude.
Lin Baiyu was sitting on the corridor, carelessly fiddling with the jade buttons between his fingers. When he raised his eyes, his eyes were as steady as the abyss, and with a sure attitude, he captured her mind every word.
"A jade pendant is only enough to knock on the door. Since I saved your lover, I naturally want you to exchange it with something else."
Only then did Jiang Wu realize that if it was him who took action, it would be herself.
The red tent was billowing, she was dripping with heat and sweat, and her black hair was scattered. The warm and cool old jade was the first shackle that locked her up.
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In the spring of the following year, Lin Baiyu went south to supervise water transportation.
Jiang Wu managed to break free from the cage and finally escaped.
Hundreds of miles away, there was a red paper spread on the table. She and Shen Shaohuai lowered their heads and carefully selected the wedding date. Their eyebrows were gentle, as if all the hardships in the past were gone.
But inside Duke Anguo's mansion, the empty courtyard was cold and silent, and the wind blew silently through the eaves.
Lin Baiyu, who had just returned to the mansion, smiled coldly, but the smile did not reach his eyes, and there was even more anger in his deep eyes.
It turns out that the months of submissiveness and gentleness were all vain and submissive, nothing more than a mirror and a mirror.
He actually got dizzy and lost his mind for a moment.
Good.
Very good.
He must capture her personally.
Intention: Wild fire cannot be burned out, but the spring breeze blows and rekindles it
