"Li Zerui."
These three words hit my ears, and there was a bang in Jiang Muyan's mind.
This name is very familiar to him.
Song Yutang shouted in my dream and in my heart.
Because of this, the two had a big conflict.
Song Yutang also once said that Li Zerui is her mortal enemy.
How could she, a modern person, keep chanting the name of Prince Jing Dynasty?
How could he possibly become enemies with Prince Jing Dynasty?
Unless...
Jiang Muyan took a deep breath in his heart.
Unless, Song Yutang is the Crown Princess herself.
The Crown Princess died young and she traveled to modern times.
If this is the case, it can also explain many problems that could not be explained before:
Why did the cowardly and mediocre Song Yutang suddenly act like a different person?
Why is it that she is obviously a girl who grew up in modern society, but she always talks about the three obediences and four virtues, and the respect and inferiority of concubines?
Why was she in a bad mood after telling the story about Song Corporation at the restaurant that day...
All of this is because Song Yutang has changed its core.
However, the two people have exactly the same appearance and the same name, so it is very possible that they are from the past life.
Or maybe it's the modern Song Yutang, awakening ancient memories...
Anyway, no matter how these mysterious things happened, he couldn't just watch Song Yutang get hurt.
Jiang Muyan stood up suddenly. "Since the prince likes Song Lian'er, and Song Family has long since disowned this daughter, why not let her marry me."
Grandma was startled. "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Jiang Muyan lowered his voice and his mind was racing. "Those people above are very suspicious and must be very afraid of our government. Everyone knows that there is no one behind Song Yutang. If I marry her, it will just show that we Wei Family have no intention of forming a clique for personal gain."
Grandma actually thought seriously for a moment, and finally shook her head. "No, her identity is too sensitive."
Jiang Muyan did not insist anymore and nodded. "Grandma is right, my grandson is confused."
He had just arrived, and many things were still unclear.
If you insist on being tough, I'm afraid you'll just be detained at home and supervised.
It's better to give in first, understand the situation thoroughly, and then figure it out slowly.
In the following days, Jiang Muyan was sorting out the information of this era while running to Song Yutang every now and then.
She was either washing clothes, chopping firewood, or carrying water. There were always endless chores to do.
One time he happened to come across a meal place and found that the meal she called was just a black-faced steamed bun without any pickles.
Jiang Muyan was so angry that he threw the steamed bun out on the spot.
Song Yutang immediately ran to pick it up, wiped the ashes and stuffed it into his mouth. "Don't throw it away, it's still edible."
Jiang Muyan was so distressed that he turned back without saying a word, picked out a full box of snacks he had brought and gave them to her.
Song Yutang looked at those exquisite and beautiful pastries, his eyes couldn't help but light up, but he still declined. "No reward for no merit, I can't accept the young master's things for nothing."
Jiang Muyan blurted out. "I like you, can't you tell? I'm pursuing you."
Song Yutang blushed and refused even more. "I'm not qualified to be my own master. I can't promise you, let alone accept your things."
Jiang Muyan directly picked up a piece of sweet and glutinous bean paste cake and handed it to her mouth. "Open your mouth."
Song Yutang made a sound, opened his mouth subconsciously, and Jiang Muyan stuffed the pastry in. "If you bite it, it's yours. Instead of wasting it, why not eat it?"
Song Yutang had no choice but to swallow it in confusion.
Jiang Muyan picked up another piece. "Open your mouth."
Song Yutang quickly covered his mouth and took two steps back. "I won't eat."
Jiang Muyan looked like a scoundrel. "Either you eat it yourself, or I feed you."
Song Yutang had no choice but to pick up a piece and bite into it in small bites. Jiang Muyan poured a cup of tea and handed it to her, holding his chin and staring at her.
Song Yutang felt uncomfortable being looked at by him and asked vaguely, "What do you think I'm doing?"
Jiang Muyan said nothing, only stretched out his thumb and gently wiped away the pastry crumbs stuck to the corners of her lips.
Song Yutang's ears suddenly turned red. She bit her lip and lowered her head, not daring to raise her eyes to look at him again.
Before going to bed that night, the servant hurriedly came to report that Song Yutang had been unjustly accused of stealing snacks, and the abbot wanted to beat her up.
Jiang Muyan was so angry that he didn't even change his clothes. He led a group of women to rush over in the name of the prince and severely punished the nuns who caused trouble.
He said, "This Miss Song was kind enough to guide my grandmother, and my grandmother only rewarded him with a few boxes of snacks. How dare you frame him? Where will you put my grandmother and Buddha? My grandmother eats fasts and chants Buddha's name all year round, and I hate you the most." These people are doing evil in the name of Buddha. From now on, Song Yutang will be the one protected by my grandmother, and my grandmother will give her things every month. Anyone who dares to bully her again will not take our government seriously."
Song Yutang hid behind the pillars and watched secretly. Seeing Jiang Muyan supporting her, her heart was pounding.
This man came to stand up for her aggressively, but he didn't forget to take care of her reputation, as if...
He is indeed a nice person.
Jiang Muyan stayed with the old lady in Water Moon Nunnery for a few more days, and Jing Dynasty's situation has been roughly figured out.
But it is precisely because of this that he understands that it is extremely difficult to save Song Yutang from trouble.
The imperial power is as great as heaven.
Song Yutang was clearly targeted by the Queen Mother and the Empress, and was abandoned by her own father.
If you want to help her, you must think about the imperial power.
After returning, he has to run the business well.
Only by standing firm and holding the power can we possibly save her.
The night before leaving, Jiang Muyan wanted to speak clearly to Song Yutang, but when he went to look for him, he found that he was not at his residence.
A little nun next door secretly told him that Song Yutang went to the back mountain to chop firewood and has not come back yet.
Jiang Muyan felt nervous and immediately picked up the lantern and headed towards the back mountain to look for it.
The mountain road is rugged and the night is as thick as ink.
He walked along the woodcutter path, one foot at a time, one foot at a time, and heard a faint gasp in the distance. He followed the sound and found the person under an old pine.
Song Yutang fell to the ground, his ankles were swollen to the ground, and there were a bunch of untied firewood scattered around him. Apparently he accidentally sprained his ankle while trying to carry the firewood.
Jiang Muyan took three steps in succession and squatted forward. "Is the injury serious?"
Song Yutang shook his head and was about to speak when a roar suddenly came from behind him.
Jiang Muyan suddenly protected Song Yutang behind him. Before he could recover, a gray figure jumped out from the darkness.
It was a hungry wild wolf, its green eyes staring at the two of them.
Jiang Muyan didn't have time to think too much, so he picked up a piece of firewood and went towards it.
But this body is that of a playboy and doesn't have much strength at all.
Not long after the fight, his shoulders and waist were torn apart by wolf claws.
But Jiang Muyan didn't have time to think too much and stood firmly in front of Song Yutang without taking a step back.
In the end, with a desperate fighting style, the beast was forced back.
The howling of the wild wolf gradually faded away, and he knelt down on one knee as if he was exhausted.
Song Yutang was so frightened that he burst into tears. He tore off his clothes and held his wound to stop the bleeding. His hands were shaking so much that he could hardly tie a knot. "You, you bled a lot..."
Jiang Muyan looked down at his injuries and smiled, "It's okay, I won't die. But you, can you still walk?"
Song Yutang shook his head with red eyes.
Jiang Muyan turned his back and squatted down. "Come up."
"You are so injured..."
"But you can't leave, but I can still leave."
Song Yutang was startled for a moment, and then burst into tears.
But he didn't refuse anymore and climbed onto his back obediently.
The mountain road was very long, and Jiang Muyan walked steadily step by step with her on his back.
Not long after, sweat mixed with blood seeped out from his shoulders and slowly soaked into Song Yutang's clothes.
Song Yutang said nothing, but tears continued to fall down.
Jiang Muyan really didn't know how to comfort her, so he smiled and joked, "Don't cry. If you really feel sorry for her, just agree to it."
There was silence on my back for a long time.
Then, with a very soft and thin voice. "Okay."
Jiang Muyan paused in his steps and smiled from his eyes, "Then wait until I come to marry you."
Song Yutang buried her face into his shoulder and gave a low hum.
Considering the background of this era and his embarrassing identity, Jiang Muyan also promised, "I will work hard to gain a foothold in the court and try to convince my family. If the matchmaker is marrying, I will never let you be a concubine. And don't worry, I am not good at women, and I will not take concubines or find a wife in the future."