After the new widow, I became a tyrant's tender outer chamber

Chapter 9 Pain
So when Jiang Huaiyang opened the door and came in, this was the scene that greeted his eyes.

Ruan Yuyi is really good at dancing. She flung her sleeves and lowered her waist. She was born with soft bones, making the dance in this water red dress dazzling. It looked like a blooming rose, growing wantonly in this cold courtyard.

He stood by the door, following her dancing, the soft and heavy bells echoed in his ears, and he suddenly remembered the woman's body in the dream that was so soft that he could take on various shapes under his manipulation.

A dark color flashed across Jiang Huaiyang's eyes, and he took a few steps closer.

He knew earlier that if she left that hairpin, it meant she would definitely come back.I don't know how long this dance is just to get close to him.

At this time, Ruan Yuyi happened to turn her head and noticed a black figure not far away.

She hurriedly stopped and saluted, "I have met His Royal Highness." Perhaps it was because she had just finished dancing, her body movements still carried the charm of dancing, this salute was quite coquettish.

As soon as she bent her knees, she lifted the skirt and the sachet in front of her waist, causing Jiang Huaiyang to notice the bright red sachet at a glance, and the embroidered patterns on it made him feel a little familiar.

He didn't think much of it.There are always wave after wave of objects in the daughter's house. If a style is popular today, it may change again tomorrow. Once it becomes popular, many noble women in Beijing and China will follow suit.

Perhaps I have seen others wear it.

Jiang Huaiyang stared at her, with a chill between his brows, "What are you doing here?"

She quietly raised her eyes and looked down, then lowered her head and said, "After returning home, the little girl found a hairpin missing. She looked for it everywhere and couldn't find it. It must have fallen into this temple, so I'm bothering you."

"I don't want to see His Highness today," she added, "I have to wait here."

After she said this, he remembered that yesterday he seemed to have taken her hairpin back to the palace by accident.

Jiang Huaiyang stared at her obedient and obedient appearance, and said in a deep voice, "You can send a maid to fetch it."

"This hairpin was left to me by my mother. If I don't find it, my daughter will have trouble sleeping and eating."

There are mixed truths in this statement, the hairpin was indeed left to her by her mother, but this is not the most precious one, not to mention that her mother lives well in the old house in Wuzhou, and she is not to the point of thinking about others when she sees things.

"Go and tell the guards outside that the things will be delivered to your house tomorrow." Jiang Huaiyang didn't want to pay any attention to her, and walked into the Buddhist hall.

The light in the room was dim, and the Buddha statue in front of him was dark, giving people a sense of oppression. His thoughts naturally escaped from the redness of the water and returned to the silence in front of him.

He took the incense that was on the side, lit it, blew out the sparks, and inserted it into the incense burner.A lot of incense had been inserted crookedly in the burner, and the burnt incense ash fell back into the incense burner in broken knots.

When he was a prince, he was always busy with various schemes. Now that he is a little free, since he had already planned to do more merits for his lieutenant who died in the battle, and pray for half a month, he would not delay even a day.

He already owed someone his life, and he has not worshiped for a long time, how can he afford to pay it back now.

In a trance, Jiang Huaiyang seemed to see the smiling face of the general and the painful face before he died alternately in front of his eyes. Although these years have passed, the days of getting along with that man in the army are still vivid in his memory.

He discovered his ability among thousands of soldiers, and single-handedly promoted him. His lieutenant was brave and good at fighting, and his younger sister was waiting at home, but he just fell in that desolate place.

He left the living with boundless pain and guilt.

Sometimes Jiang Huaiyang really wants to be the one who falls down. He grew up in a deep palace and conspiracy. His biological mother was lowly and died long ago. The emperor has always looked down on him. He is the one who really has nowhere to turn and no one expects him people who go back.

If they heard the news of his death, those people would probably laugh out loud with joy.

He smiled self-deprecatingly.

The incense has been burned for a quarter, and the room is silent, but there is a faint movement outside.

Jiang Huaiyang went out and saw that she was talking with a young novice, and the stone table was covered with vegetarian food.

Ruan Yuyi saw that the son was going to offer incense to others, although she was curious whose incense he offered, she also knew that it was inconvenient to disturb him at this time, so she waited outside.

After that, the little master who brought her the vegetarian meal at noon opened the door and came in. Seeing her, he was a little surprised, "Didn't the guests in this wing drive you away, the benefactor? It's so strange."

As soon as Ruan Yuyi heard it, she knew that someone had been chased away before, so if she is standing here now, can it be understood that the prince at least does not reject her?
The little novice was still holding the tray in his hand, "It's a good thing I prepared more for the vegetarian meal, I think it's enough to eat." He was about to put the things on the stone table, when Mu Xiang stepped forward to help arrange the dishes.

"Benefactor, have you been waiting here all this time?" the little novice asked, remembering that he had seen someone at noon.

Ruan Yuyi nodded and smiled politely, "Not bad."

Had she been waiting here for so long?Just because she is so weak, she can fall down when the wind blows?

After the little monk left, Jiang Huaiyang came near her.

Sensing someone approaching, she turned around and called out, "His Royal Highness."

Jiang Huaiyang sat down and picked up his chopsticks.

Although the fast food was less oily and watery, it was not as good as the delicacies in the palace, but his complexion was as usual. After all, he had been in the army for several years, and he ate a lot of dry food with just plain water, and it was still edible. In winter, it was even colder and colder. hard.

He caught a glimpse of Ruan Yuyi standing on the side, paused, and said, "Since I have prepared your portion, don't stick around." He couldn't eat so much by himself.

Although she didn't want to follow her wishes, but now there are people in the whole country who are short of food and clothing. After the palace change, the treasury is not full. He is in a high position, so he has to take the lead in thrift.

Ruan Yuyi smiled, "Thank you, Your Highness."

During the meal, she raised her eyes to look at each other from time to time.

This Prince Yu's son did have a good appearance as rumored, but when he sat there, his back was straight, and his body was filled with a murderous aura. This kind of air-conditioning is only available to people who have been soaked in blood and bones all year round.

Therefore, she always felt some inexplicable sense of disobedience, as if the person sitting opposite her was not the romantic Jiang Qi, but a military general wearing the face of a prince.

She suppressed the strange feeling in her heart.

Seeing her seated, Jiang Huaiyang noticed the sachet around her waist again, this time it was so close that he could even distinguish the pattern embroidered on it - an orange pomegranate flower.

This flower likes light and hates water, there is no Dawu for the time being, but it grows wildly in the Western Regions, ordinary people have never seen it, but he has been traveling for many years, but he recognizes it.

As his thoughts wandered, he suddenly remembered that a few years ago when he hunted down the first-class doctor Hu who had fallen to the capital, he was wearing a sachet similar to it.

And this doctor Hu participated in the bloody battle with the Hu people a few years ago.

Unfortunately, they lost people.

Recalling the past, Jiang Huaiyang's back couldn't help tightening, and his fingertips turned white.

(End of this chapter)