Chapter 2： Hearing is false

The night is deep, and the carved green screen door is covered by the bright moonlight, which looks peaceful and tranquil.

Jiang Sichong nodded slightly and said softly: "Go."

Aman got the order, took out a key from his waist purse, and walked forward to unlock the lock.

As the key turned slightly, the door lock made a slight click and opened.

The palm of Aman's hand holding the key was already wet, and while he was relieved, he felt his heart beating like thunder.

Seeing this, Jiang Si showed a slight smile.

Not long ago, she told Aman to drink with the woman in charge of the second door key. When the woman drank too much, she took the opportunity to find out the key. The key was stamped on the prepared pieces of fragrant pancreas. Here are some new keys.

It's just that whether the key made in this way can open the lock depends on luck. Fortunately, one of the five keys can be opened.

Aman pushed the door open bit by bit, his eyes bright: "Girl—"

Suddenly, I heard a creak, which looked particularly harsh in this night when the birds were singing.

The master and servant looked at each other, seeing the panic in each other's eyes.

Jiang Si quickly reacted, dragging Aman's lower body, and saw the gatekeeper stepping out, rubbing her eyes and walking towards the latrine, without even looking here.

Jiang Si hurriedly got through the side door, and Aman followed closely behind him, closing the door gently.

After the false alarm, Aman smiled fortunately: "It's dangerous!"

Jiang Si has sorted out his mood, and said lightly: "Don't say anything, go faster."

The two masters and servants walked along the corner of the wall, and after walking about a cup of tea, Jiang Si suddenly stopped.

Aman looked around, a little at a loss: "Girl, how are we going out?"

She could manage to get the key to open the second door, but the door would not be there. There was no reason for the girl's close servant to find the old concierge for a drink.

"Come with me." Jiang Si walked around a bunch of flowers and trees, bent over and pushed aside the lush green grass in the corner of the wall, revealing a hole.

Aman suddenly opened his eyes: "Girl, why is there a hole here?"

Jiang Si didn't answer, but leaned over and drilled out of the hole. He was blown by the night wind outside the house, and looked up at the night sky for a moment.

At that time, her elder brother Jiang Zhan was unlearned and skillless in her eyes. She had always ignored him, and once saw him crawling out of this hole by accident, apparently sneaking out to play.

She just sneered at the time, and looked less at him, and didn't even have the thought of notifying the steward to close the hole.

In her opinion, her brother is the mud that can't support the wall, and there is no need to save it. It's better to hide away and stay quiet.

But Jiang Zhan died in the autumn after she came out of the cabinet. After hearing the bad news, she realized that she would be sad too.

The elder brother who baba gave her the rose lotus paste cake bought from the street even after being whipped by his father with a whip was gone.

"Girl--" Aman who came out of the hole yelled softly when he saw Jiang Si in a daze.

Jiang Si retracted his thoughts and laughed at himself.

At that time, I was really blinded by lard. No matter how outstanding the second uncle’s brother was, he would not give her rose lotus cake. No matter how unsuccessful, her brother’s love for her was true.

"Let's go." Jiang Si regained his calm, and after calculating the time, he took Aman and walked quickly to Mo You Lake.

Fortunately, the curfew was abolished at the time, and Moyou Lake and Dongping Bofu were both in the west of the city, which provided great convenience to Jiang Si.

The master and servant rushed there, and through the bright moonlight, they saw a pair of figures standing by the lake.

Aman was shocked at the time, and lowered his voice: "Girl, there are really people!"

Jiang Si expressionlessly pointed to a stubborn stone standing beside the lake with the characters "Mo You Lake" written on it.

The stone was half a foot high, and it was more than enough for people to hide behind the stone.

Aman knew, and followed Jiang Si and hid there.

Jiang Si held the stone wall with his hand, and a slight warmth came from the palm of his hand. It was because the heat accumulated in the stone wall had not yet dissipated.

Soon there was a sob blowing along the wind by the lake, and Jiang Si couldn't help but look at it.

The moonlight was bright and clear, and the two of them were clearly illuminated.

The man is thin, nearly a head taller than the woman, and is the ginger-like fiance Ji Chongyi.

Jiang-like eyes swept across Ji Chongyi's handsome face and fell on the woman's face.

She has always been curious about what the woman looks like who can keep Ji Chongyi's newly married wife like a flower but never touch it.

When she married, the woman was no longer alive, and it was not until tonight that she had a chance to see her true face.

The woman is petite, with big misty eyes under her eyebrows. Although she is bathed in moonlight, she can still tell that her complexion is not fair.

Jiang Si's mood was a bit complicated in an instant.

In all fairness, this woman can be regarded as a beautiful Xiaojiabiyu, but there is still a big gap with the top beauties, and she later heard that this folk girl has not read any books...

Jiang Si moved his gaze to Ji Chongyi's face again, seeing the real pain and anxiety on his face, and had to admit that she lost to true love.

"Yi Lang, you, go home soon. It's already late. If you find out, you will be in trouble." The woman lowered her head, her voice choked.

Ji Chongyi stretched out his hand to support the woman’s shoulders, and said in excitement, "I won’t go. Qiaoniang, don’t you know that I’m going to get married soon? My family’s attention was strictly guarded, I’m afraid I’ll never see you again before I get married. ..."

Jiang Si's eyes suddenly turned cold.

It turns out that Ji Chongyi's sweetheart is called Qiaoniang.

No wonder A Qiao came in to serve her on the second day after they got married. When she called out "A Qiao", Ji Chongyi scratched his eyes like a knife, and then walked away, even late for tea.

Mrs. Anguo, that is, her mother-in-law would naturally not blame her son, but thought that she did not understand etiquette, and it was very difficult for her to give tea when serving tea.

Qiaoniang smiled sadly: "What if you don't leave now? Yi Lang, you always have to go home. What is the difference between morning and evening for us? As for the future... Since you are married, you will treat you well. Wife, forget me, I, I will also forget you—"

Ji Chongyi suddenly covered Qiaoniang's mouth and raised her voice: "I don't allow it!"

"Yi Lang--" Qiao Niang did not open her face, her tears streaming down.

Jiang Si looked at it coldly and began to get nervous.

Seeing this posture, two people are about to die in love, right?

Hope everything goes well...

"Qiaoniang, why don't we run away!" Ji Chongyi became emotional, holding Qiaoniang's hand and walking out.

Qiaoniang struggled and shook her head: "Yi Lang, calm down, elopement will definitely not work—"

Ji Chongyi turned around abruptly, lowering his head to cover the opponent's mouth with his lips.

Aman covered his mouth and gasped, and was so angry that he tugged Jiang like his sleeve.

Jiang Si was indifferent, thinking about the action to be taken after the two died.

The two kissed to the emotional area, except for the more rapid gasp, there was no more voice, and they all stepped in and stepped back, followed by a loud thump.

Jiang seemed dumbfounded.

Huh? This is not the same as saying good!