The hall is quiet, and the faint warm light passes through the panes and reflects on the slender figure of the man.

Ayu lowered her eyes at some point, rubbed her fingertips and accidentally touched the ink. She twisted it, rubbed it lightly with a veil, and unconsciously lost her mind.

In fact, there is nothing to say about her family background. If the emperor is interested, you can tell by looking at it.

She comes from Jiangnan, and it is said that there are more beauties in Jiangnan. Not only that, there are many wealthy families in Jiangnan.

When the late emperor was alive, there were two major business companies in Jiangnan. One of them was the Jiang family. Although it was a merchant, the dynasty was not as despised as the previous dynasty. Therefore, the Jiang family was proud of it in Jiangnan. Its mistress was the daughter of the Luo family in Jiangnan and the legitimate daughter of the sixth-rank official.

The Jiang family has three daughters and two sons, one of whom is the legitimate daughter of the Luo family, named Jiang Yu.

Ayu, holding the handkerchief tightened her hand and deliberately hid the past for a long time. When she remembered it, her eyes were light and dazed.

The Jiang family's legitimate daughter is her.

Since she was young, she knew that her father favored her concubines and was mostly indifferent to her and her mother. Fortunately, he was in charge of the Jiang family, but he was not the one who wanted to favor her concubines and kill his wife. Her mother came from the sixth-rank Luo Mansion, so she was actually not bad.

Except for not having a common father, even if she meets him, she lives better than many people.

Her feelings for her father were so faint that even when she looked back on the entire Jiang family, the strongest color in her memory was the woman who treated her gentleness and the man who had been saved by her and called her brother for many years.

However, now Jiangnan has long lost the Jiang family.

Ayu actually didn't know what happened. In Jiang Mansion, they just had a good life, but they didn't know much about the Jiang family.

Later, she fled into the capital in a hurry and knew exactly what was going on.

Her father just stood in the wrong position in that battle for the throne.

The late emperor was still alive, so he secretly invested a lot of gold and silver in the King of Yue. Later, Ayu thought, could the palace transformation launched by the King of Yue still occur without the financial support of the Jiang family?

The Jiang family fell faster than the King of Yue. In the last few months of the reign of the late emperor, all the property of the Jiang family was filled with the national treasury.

Ayu knew that this was not unfair. Since she wanted to fight for the overwhelming wealth, she should naturally bear the risk of failure in her deeds.

Thinking of this, Ayu unconsciously looked at the man in front of her.

She knew that the man had been responsible for the result of the Jiang family.

But even if you know, so what?

She couldn't raise a trace of hatred for him, and she didn't have much hatred for him.

Even her biological father never spoke to her and her mother, and did not care about the lives and deaths of the two of them. Such a close person could be so cruel, so why should he ask the hostile him to let the Jiang family go?

If Ayu had stood in his position, she would not have been so stupid that she would have left such a big hidden danger to herself.

If it comes to hatred, what she should hate should be her father.

The only thing she couldn't let go of about that incident back then was the only person she regarded as her brother, watching coldly, and without saying a word no matter how she asked for help, until her mother died and she was dragged down and she could no longer see him.

The sharp weapon cut across her neck, and the sound of a broken brocade sounded in her mind again. Ayu remembered the blood stains washed by the rain and the woman lying motionless on the ground. Her face suddenly turned pale and she subconsciously took a step back.

Feng Yu kept looking at her, and seeing this, he quickly supported her with his hands and eyes.

All the things I wanted to ask were swallowed by him when I saw her look, but who was she used to be? Now, she is just his beauty.

What's more, he can always find out what he wants to know, so there is no need to ask her at this time.

Ayu collapsed in his arms with a weak body. After pausing for a while, she came to her senses. Her arms were wrapped weakly around his waist and gently leaned her head against his chest.

Even if it took so long, she still couldn't remember that incident calmly.

She didn't care about the Jiang family, but she couldn't accept the scene where her mother, who had depended on her for life, died in front of her motionlessly, but she was powerless to stop her.

Ayu bit her lip and endured the sudden wetness in her eyes. She rubbed the man's shoulder lightly and said in a low voice:

"Your Majesty, I feel tired..."

She felt that if the man hadn't deliberately tried, she wouldn't have remembered what had happened before. She felt wronged for no reason in her heart, and she tightly held the man's sleeve: "You send me back."

Afraid that he was unhappy, Ayuba added:

"Qiankun Palace is far from Yin Ya Pavilion, I feel tired and can't walk..."

Feng Yu looked at the woman's head, his eyes were slightly dark. He noticed something was wrong with the woman, but she didn't say anything, Feng Yu suppressed the slightest doubt.

After a while, he shook his head slightly: "It's only you, I dare to let me send you back at this time."

If someone else saw the memorials piled up on his imperial desk, he would probably feel that it would be delayed even when talking, and she would be the most ignorant of her.

However, it is undeniable that Feng Yu is still useful to her, which is quite willful.

He asked Yang De to prepare for the empty slap in the arms. The woman in her arms finally raised her face. She sorted out her emotions. There was no strangeness on her white face, but there was only a little soft and coquettish meaning:

"Thank you, the emperor."

The emotion that Feng Yu had caused her strangeness to her dissipation unknowingly dissipated.

He sent the person back to Yin Yage, and Feng Yu did not stop for much, but returned to Qiankun Palace. Now he has a lot of things, and he is indeed a little busy and has no time to place it in the harem.

However, when the sun was about to be at night, he still remembered the strangeness of the woman during the day and told Yang De lightly:

"Look at what happened before Mei Meiren entered the palace."

——

"Mom, when my brother comes back, how about we go to Qingshan Temple to burn incense?"

The woman leaned half on the woman's shoulder. Although it was drizzling outside, the only warm sun outside the window reflected in her eyes, as if it had been quenched inside. She was softly acting coquettish to the woman, and anyone could hear the expectation in her words.

The woman calculated the account book and stroked the woman's black hair helplessly. But she was helpless, and the words she said were still gentle:

"Yuyang is busy until very late every day, so don't bother him."

The woman lowered her head in a slight disappointment and said, "But today is Double Ninth Festival!"

She sat up and said, "I haven't seen my brother for a long time. Today is his birthday. Could it be that he will come back so late?"

"I even ordered the kitchen to prepare his favorite Chongyang cake."

The woman grabbed the handkerchief and said a little depressed: "Besides, Qingshan Temple is not far away. It will take only two hours to go back and forth. If he could come back earlier, he could still go."

She was so depressed in the mansion recently that since her brother joined the rank, no one has been able to run around the streets and alleys with her.

She was alone, and even with the maid and servant, her mother would not worry about her going out.

The woman shook her head helplessly, and had no choice but to follow her, "Okay, if Yu Yang came back early, would she follow you?"

After she finished speaking, the woman became happy again. Her delicate little face smiled so hard that she secretly said:

"I specifically asked my brother to tell him to come back earlier yesterday." She frowned at the woman's face, her voice becoming smaller and smaller: "It should be time to come back too. I'll urge the people in the kitchen!"

After saying that, she hurried away, for fear that the woman would say she was messing around. Even so, the woman could not stop shaking her head behind her.

The woman happily lifted the bead curtain and asked the maid to urge the kitchen people. She didn't dare to go into the house now. She was afraid of being scolded by the woman, so she stopped in the corridor of the backyard of the mansion for a while. It was estimated that the time was about to be over, so she ran to the woman's yard. She heard some noise along the way, but because there was something hidden in her heart, she didn't care too much.

In front of the women's yard, she happened to meet a maid parked outside the yard, holding the Chongyang cake she ordered.

The woman took it and asked puzzledly: "Why don't you go in?"

Although she asked this question, she did not stay and listen to the maid's answer. Therefore, she missed the maid's anxious expression. She held the Chongyang cake with a little excitement and lifted the curtain and walked in.

Before he raised his head, he voiced first: "Mom, is your brother back?"

"Ayu——"

Before the woman could react, a sharp weapon was instantly placed on her delicate neck. The woman was so scared that the Chongyang cake in her hand fell off.

She only noticed the situation in the room at this time.

Not only in the room, she didn't notice before. The door in front of the bead curtain must have just been knocked open. There was still a little noise at this time, and the room was even more chaotic. The woman was pressed down and the sharp blade was pressed against her neck.

The "Ayu" just now was the woman's words she couldn't help but shout.

The woman stared at the scene in the room, especially when her eyes fell on the man standing in the innermost part. She was very familiar with him in the past. She had spoken to her gently countless times and walked through the long streets and alleys with her back. At this time, she stood there quietly and suddenly became a little strange.

This strangeness made the woman feel a little afraid to recognize her, and she murmured blankly: "Brother..."

She was not a fool. Although she didn't understand what the situation was, it did not prevent her from realizing that something had changed at this time.

The woman's eyes were so scared that she had never been pointed at by a sharp weapon. She trembled slightly to look for the woman and couldn't help but shout: "Mom?"

The people in the room ignored them, but were rummaging through boxes and cabinets to find something, pressing them together, and the woman immediately surrounded the woman and protected the man in her arms.

The woman stared at the familiar person in a daze, feeling a little confused, why did she suddenly do this?

The man met her gaze, frowned slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he quickly endured it and told the people calmly: "Since you can't find it, just press the person into the yard."

That was the first time a woman was pushed away by someone. She staggered and almost fell to the ground. The group of people pressing against them was obviously not a pity. If the woman hadn't pulled her in time, she would have fallen down long ago.

There were many people kneeling in the yard, not only that, but also terrifyingly messy. The servants and maids who used to be low-key were pressed aside, and even some jewelry was scattered around them. Just a glance, the woman knew where the wrapped items came from.

However, she didn't care about these things. She didn't feel sorry for the things that were stolen from the Jiang family. But now she knelt in the yard with the woman. The mist and rain that she saw when she was in the house kept hitting her body. The woman realized that it really hurt.

She and the woman were wet, and the soil mixed on her clothes, feeling embarrassed, but she still didn't understand the situation and listened to the woman's words ignorantly.

The person she used to call her brother retreated to the side after saying something to the man in a navy blue robe. Then, they were taken under the eaves. Although they did not need to be hit by rain, they were trembling all over.

The woman couldn't help but shouted at the man and asked at a loss:

"Brother, why..."

Why do you treat them like this?
To be continued...