My husband is a traitor

Chapter 12 Soft heart, painter

kindness?
Jiang Linlang felt that Rong Jue was a little strange tonight.

Why did you become interested in her apprenticeship?

However, she still organized her language and mentioned it a little bit.

Speaking of it, it has been more than two months, and her distress letter has been released for so long, and I don't know if Master has received it——

As soon as she transmigrated into this body back then, she experienced drastic changes when she woke up. The general's mansion was completely destroyed, and she became an orphan. After that, she went to Zhongxiu Mountain to worship the eccentric old man Miki as her teacher, and followed a few brothers and sisters. They practice martial arts.

Although the life on the mountain is not as rich and luxurious as Lin'an, it is better than leisure and simplicity.

"My senior brother is a martial idiot, honest and honest; the second senior brother is cold and fierce all day long, but he has a good heart; the third senior sister, my third senior sister is a first-class beauty in the world, and is proficient in medicine; the fourth senior sister is martial arts. She is tall, but like the second senior brother, she has a face of ice cubes and is reticent; by the way, I have a junior junior sister, she is the daughter of the leader of the Jianghu alliance! She is very mischievous on weekdays!" Jiang Linlang opened the chat box, and then Chattering about her senior brothers and sisters all over again, when she came back to her senses, she realized that she had actually said so much to Rong Jue.

He hurriedly stood up straight and stopped talking.

Rong Jue ate his noodles in a slow manner. After the noise from her chattering was gone, his ears were finally cleared up a lot. When Jiang Linlang calmed down, he had eaten most of the noodles.

"It seems that you have a better life on the mountain than here."

After wiping the corners of his lips, he leaned back slightly and spoke in conclusion.

But the long eyes stared at Jiang Linlang's facial expression without blinking. Seeing that she was showing some missing and inaudible sadness, he narrowed his eyes slightly.

I don't know why there is a bit of depression in my heart.

"Of course, no matter how unreliable the master is on the mountain, my life can still be saved. And back to Lin'an... the old witch poisoned me, Gu Mingzhu made troubles in the open and in the dark, and the emperor turned a blind eye. , Hey..." Jiang Linlang thinks that her greatest advantage is to be at ease with the situation, no matter where she is, she can live a happy life.

But in Lin'an City, she couldn't see her future, and she wasn't even sure which would come first, tomorrow or death.

The empress and Gu Mingzhu told her to recognize a fact: nine times out of ten, following a treacherous official would lead to a bad death, but if she was loyal to such an empress, she would definitely die.

No matter what, she had to fight for one or two tenths of those who survived.

Looking at Rong Jue again, her eyes were clear, "You should rest earlier, then what, I'll go back first."

Rong Jue lowered his eyelashes, wondering if he was immersed in what she said before, and remained silent for a while, the soft and round light of the Ye Mingzhu dyed his snow-white and beautiful face with a bit of tenderness.

Of course, she knew it was just an illusion.

"kindness."

Rong Jue stroked the jade wrench finger, and gave a faint voice of grace.

He didn't raise his eyes until Jiang Linlang left with the tray in his hand. Those cold and frosty eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, mysterious and unpredictable.

After a while, he tapped the table, "Send the intercepted letter to Zhong Xiushan."

In the dark, after a brief silence, a deep voice sounded, "Yes."

When there was no other person in the whole room, Rong Jue stretched out his hand and scrutinized Ye Mingzhu for a moment with his five fingers before opening his lips and talking to himself, "How soft-hearted, really..."

With fingers closed and clenched tightly, Rong Jue's eyes were clear.

I have given you a way out, even if I am going to hell, you can never think about being alone again.

I don't know if the hangover soup and supper that day pleased a certain boss, Jiang Linlang obviously felt that no one would say anything when she walked around the mansion for the next few days.

Even the housekeeper didn't say a word about her destroying the royal ink chrysanthemum.However, as long as she wanted to go to the garden, the other party's guarded eyes made her dumbfounded.

"Why is it so desolate there?"

Today, she was wandering aimlessly, and unknowingly came to a deserted yard.

It wasn't that she made a fuss, but that Rong Jue didn't hide his rich and self-willed style at all. Although the whole prime minister's mansion was not as splendid as the imperial palace, it was also extraordinarily gorgeous and expensive.Coupled with his faults of cleanliness and pickiness, the huge prime minister's mansion is not clean and exquisite.

Like this abandoned courtyard in front of her, it really made her feel strangely out of place.

"This place has been abandoned for a long time, and my lord thinks the feng shui here is not good, so I abandoned it. It's getting late, and it's time for my lord to go down now, madam, please go back."

The housekeeper explained sternly, his expression as usual.

Jiang Linlang took a few more glances at the deserted courtyard in front of her, and felt that it was gloomy. She couldn't help but touched her arm and didn't stay. She said "En" and left with the housekeeper.

It's just that she was thinking too much, she always felt that there was something in the courtyard behind her...

Uh, shivering, Jiang Linlang hurriedly waved away this thought, really frightening herself.

"Where did you go today?"

When Rong Jue returned home from court, he would always take a shower and change his official uniform before eating.Seeing Jiang Linlang entering the hall with the butler, he slightly rolled up his sleeves and asked a question inadvertently.

The servant waited for him to wash his hands, and was as far away as an arm from him, avoiding touching him while serving.

Jiang Linlang looked at this scene strangely, and said, "I just wandered around the mansion."

After observing, she found that the rumors outside were wrong, Rong Jue didn't just dislike women?He probably has a cold personality!

She saw that not only women were not allowed to approach him, but even men were not allowed to be close to him.Not to mention anything else, bathing and dressing, it seems that he has never been served by a servant.

Can't help but glance at a certain part, maybe...

What a hidden disease!
Rong Jue felt that Jiang Linlang's eyes had changed. It couldn't be said that there was any change, but after all, it was not good.

He couldn't help but looked back coldly, and after successfully making him withdraw his substantive gaze, he said, "Let's have dinner first, and I have something to tell you later."

As soon as he heard something to explain, Jiang Linlang sat up straight and kept on high vigilance.

Come, come, the villain is going to give her a task!

Could it be training her to kill people?Or seduce and seduce a nobleman in the court?Could it be—

Let her steal the palace!
Frightened by his own brain hole, Jiang Linlang ate a meal with fear.

It wasn't until Rong Jue threw her a few portraits that she asked stupidly, "Didn't you send me to kill people and set fires?"

There was disappointment in his tone?
Rong Jue rolled her eyes, yes, treacherous ministers would roll their eyes too.

"Put away the mess in your mind. Identify these people carefully. Do you remember these people?"

Swallowing her saliva, Jiang Linlang looked at each piece carefully, nodded while looking at them, and said under Rong Jue's slightly expectant gaze, "This painter is from the abstract school, so the beard is almost covered with paint. How can I recognize it. Where did you invite the painter, how can I recognize this painting that looks like a ghost drawing?"

Raising her eyes, she looked at Rong Jue seriously.

However, someone's face was as black as ink, and she seemed to hear the sound of teeth hitting——

"Jiang Linlang!"

Jiang Linlang stared, and couldn't help but thump, maybe...

This artist must be someone himself!
Damn, it's really Rong. Van Gogh. Jue. Gaso!
(End of this chapter)