Hand over the rivers and mountains to please you: wrong to be the emperor's wife

Don't talk about Chapter 48.

Manly, he took the book away from Jiang Yuan's hand, "Don't read it, if you want to ask anything, just ask me, I know everything."

"Really?"

She already understood what she should understand. What she was looking for now was to satisfy her sudden curiosity.

She really wanted to know what happened to Bei Yue and Zuo Di.

Originally, since she couldn't find any books, forget it, but now a worry-relieving person appeared, and she showed a rare smile.

"Did I ever tell you that you are beautiful?" His hand was empty.

Jiang Yuan stepped aside, but slowly put away his smile, "I want to know about the matter between Qi Xuanzuo and Bei Yue."

Even though the light was dim, she still clearly saw the man's cracked expression and flashing killing intent.

"It's fine if you don't want to say it." Jiang Yuan didn't intend to force it.

It's almost done today, she rubbed her temples, and was about to go back to sleep.

"I tell you."

"You don't have to force it." It was rare for Jiang Yuan to show kindness.

"No-barely-force."

The two sat side by side in the space between the bookshelves. The man was silent for a long time before his voice began to ring.

"When Qi Xuanzuo was ten years old, he and Qi Yayan were sent to northern Xinjiang as hostages. Qi Yayan and Qi Xuanzuo are twins. One can imagine how beautiful Qi Yayan is."

"But Qi Yayan is not as tempting as Qi Xuanzuo, the kind of desire that you can't help but want to grab at the first sight."

Jiang Yuan glanced at the man's hand on the ground inadvertently. Although his tone was calm, the veins on his hand were full of bulge, which looked shocking on his white hand.

"Forget it." Jiang Yuan said lightly.

Although she is not a kind person, there is no need to make others suffer so much for her own desire.

"Stop talking."

She stood up slowly, patted on her clothes, and walked outside.

Jiang Yuan summoned someone to bring the Four Treasures of the Study, spread out a piece of rice paper, and wrote and drew on it, writing and stopping from time to time.

She has changed her mind now.

Originally, based on the books she had seen in the 21st century that concentrated 5000 years of wisdom in China, she was enough to copy them.

(End of this chapter)