Chapter 11

Jiang Luoyu did not understand the meaning of his words, but saw the white figure gradually walking towards the stream. She frowned and looked at the white figure. When she opened her mouth again, there was something strange in her voice.

Who let him go with such a swagger?! Although he helped others in the face of injustice, he didn't save people for nothing.

thinking of this, his white fingers had already clenched his long hairpin, and the softness in his voice turned to cold in an instant.

"I haven't said anything yet..."

Before the sound fell, the man who was about to walk to the stream stopped. Some shaking bodies turned around. The smoke reflected the light and looked at him with the same expressionless look. Jiang Luoyu, who was standing not far away, narrowed her eyes. She had just moved forward a little, ready to speak again, but she saw that the cheek of the man standing by the stream was lost in an instant It's bloody.

The young man in white suddenly bent down in front of him. The whole person seemed to have lost control. His face was twisted and half open, and his eyes fell into the water and raised a bright spray.

Jiang Luoyu's heart thumped at the unexpected scene. She was so stunned at the rising water spray. After a long time of reaction, she quickly walked to the stream. Looking at the boy in white who was close to the bottom, she frowned secretly. After hesitating for a moment, she took off her small clothes and jumped into the stream.

The water in early spring was cold and piercing. Jiang Luoyu fell on the fine sand under the stream with her breath. Her fingers grabbed the young white fingers along the current. She pulled her thinner body into her arms and carried her people upward.

The water of this brook is deep and urgent. Jiang Luoyu has just poked her head out of the water. She feels that the current behind her is pushing her away from the place where she fell into the water. She can't help but scold the man in her arms who has been silent since falling into the water. However, there is no anxious look on her white and calm face. After sweeping around, she suddenly lifts herself from the water Hands, fingers close to the lips of a loud whistle.

Less than half a column of incense time, Jiang Luoyu stood on the bank without expression. Her white fingers knocked on the stove. She had already changed into a light blue brocade with dragon patterns. She was wearing a small gold crown inlaid with jade in her black hair. She was looking at the young man in white who was lying near her feet and was still in a coma. Her voice was faint.

"Who saved the second brother and younger sister?"

On his side, there was an old man in gray clothes standing in front of him. Hearing the words, he immediately lowered his head and said respectfully: "the son of heaven was saved by the housekeeper of the prefectural palace."

"Housekeeper?" Jiang Luoyu picked her eyebrows with great interest. It seemed that she was not surprised by the result, "who ordered them to come out of the mansion in advance to pick up the car from the palace?"

The old man heard the speech, and his head hung lower: "huishizi is the princess of the county."

Jiang Luoyu gave a sneer, and her eyes fell on the man at her feet, and a funny smile appeared on the corner of her lips: "Zheng Fei Zhen's family

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before her voice dropped, he clenched the hand stove in his hand, slightly lowered his eyes, and suddenly took back his eyes. Looking at the young man lying on the ground, he turned to the direction of the carriage:" can't you find it I'm in a hurry for the sheriff's office? "

The old man whispered that his face was more respectful. When he looked at the little master walking by the side of his body, he had a little more admiration in his eyes: "the son of heaven knows everything."