He's A Substitute

Chapter 5

The crisp sound was right in his ears, but Jiang Yutang was rarely in a trance.

In the dream, what did she call herself to?

Jiang Yutang frowned and thought for a while before he remembered. She called herself Jiang Yutang.

Under the continuous panting, she curled up under his body like a cat without strength, crying and calling his name: "Jiang...Jiang Yutang."

The most common but three words came out of her mouth, but they seemed charming and lingering.

With the slight sound, she shook the carriage, and in the end she didn"t even have a voice to speak, she only cried and begged for mercy: "Jiang Yutang... Jiang Yutang, spare me!"

She had been crying for so long in his mind that Jiang Yutang didn"t even remember whether he spared her in the end.

Drooping his eyes, Jiang Yutang pulled back his thoughts.

He raised his head and looked at the person in front of him. It was the first time he was so awake. It was all just a dream. She calls herself Cousin Jiang now. This is the first time the two have met, and nothing has happened yet.

"Then it"s numb..." Jiang Yutang looked away from her face lightly: "I trouble cousin Shen."

The moon-white robe was lifted up from his wrist, and a burst of jade agarwood rushed in, and Shen Qingyun sat beside him. The closer you get, the clearer you can see.

The body under this long dress is even thinner than in the dream.

Jiang Yutang frowned, warning himself for the second time not to think about it any more. The next moment, that cold jade finger rested on his wrist.

In the height of summer, the fingers are clearly cool and have no temperature. But from the moment it hit his wrist, Jiang Yutang regretted it.

Under the ice-cold jade fingers, Jiang Yutang"s whole body was stiff. From the moment her fingers touched his skin, the scene of the two of them together flashed in his mind.

It was like walking into that dream.

He sat in the chair, watching soberly as he walked into the carriage. Everything in front of me became that night.

Snow-white body, slightly swollen red lips, hot tears falling down under her squinting eyes.

He clasped her tightly with both hands, leaving one fingerprint after another on her snow-white waist. Like crazy, no matter how she begged for mercy, she didn"t let go.

It turned out that in the end, he didn"t get around her.

He took a deep breath, opened his eyes tightly, forcibly restrained and pulled his wrists away, brushed his sleeves to the small round ebony table, and the tea cup fell and shattered on the ground.

The room fell silent in an instant, everyone looked at the broken tea cups on the ground, and then looked at Jiang Yutang who was sitting on the chair with an extremely ugly face.

Jiang Yutang frowned and breathed a deep sigh of relief. The moment she moved her finger from his wrist, the image in her mind disappeared instantly.

"Master Shizi." Zhu Yun hurriedly stepped forward, knelt down and picked up the broken pieces of porcelain: "Is Shizi not feeling well?" Shizi always treats these servants very well, so it"s still a shame to show shame in public this time. one time.

Jiang Yutang waited for the rolling emotions in his mind to retreat, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that everyone"s eyes were on the person in front of him.

Shen Qingyun sat opposite him, with a straight waist and a cold temperament. Behind her, her eyes fell on her, but she didn"t seem to care, her eyes were silent, only staring at him.

Clean, like a crescent moon.

And the eyes in the dream were gleaming and full of **.

It is clearly the same pair of eyes, but at this time it does not seem to be the same person.

He clenched his hands tightly on the armrest, and let go of his slender, bamboo-like fingertips. Jiang Yutang opened his eyes, his face was as cold as Guanyu, and he said casually, "I was distracted."

The old lady kept looking ahead, seeing Jiang Yutang"s obviously wrong expression, but didn"t ask any further questions. He just smiled, beckoned Shen Qingyun over, and asked:

"But what do you see?"

Shen Qingyun walked to the old lady"s side, looked around, and landed on Jiang Yutang again. That cold face was originally expressionless, but the moment it fell on him, it immediately softened.

Shaking his head, Shen Qingyun met Jiang Yutang"s eyes and said, "The pulse is neither floating nor sinking, calm and gentle, and the Shizi"s body is fine."

The old lady was very happy after hearing this, and left her to talk for a while.

By the time Shen Qingyun came out of Shou"an Hall, it was almost noon. In the middle of summer, when the sun is hot, she borrowed an oil-paper umbrella from the little maid of Shou"antang.

He walked out of Shou"an Hall with an umbrella, and when he passed the corridor, he saw two people standing in the pavilion at the back of the corridor.

Seeing the familiar figure, Shen Qingyun was probably a little surprised, and walked over after a while.

Zhao Lu looked at the young master in front of him, and was a little curious. Yesterday, this man waited for the prince for an afternoon, but the master disappeared.

Today, Grandpa is waiting for him here on purpose.

Jiang Yutang sat on the stone bench in the pavilion, wearing a moon-white robe lining his figure like a bamboo. The eyebrows are like distant mountains, the end of the eyes are deep, this face is elegant, but it is tough.

Just sitting there makes it hard to look away.

Shen Qingyun"s gaze fell on him so grandly.

If this is a man, it doesn"t matter, but only Jiang Yutang knows that the person in front of him is a woman. Women disguise themselves as men, be bold.

He raised his head: "When you just diagnosed the pulse, you said it was true?"

Shen Qingyun probably did not expect that he would ask this question, and there was still an unrecovered emotion between his eyebrows. After a while, he shook his head and said, "No."

Jiang Yutang stared at her face.

The emotion in her eyes fell into his eyes, and her cold face faced him, but she was well-behaved: "Your pulse is uneven, you should be tossing and turning recently, and it is difficult to fall asleep. Even if you are lucky enough to fall asleep, I am afraid that you will have nightmares in the middle of the night."

Jiang Yutang stared at her: "what about you?"

"What?" His eyes lifted, and those cold eyes looked over again. Shen Qingyun looked at his face and forgot to answer.

Jiang Yutang then determined that it was only him.

He was the only one who had those hideous dreams every night. Even when she met herself, she couldn"t help thinking of those scenes.

It"s like being enchanted.

He didn"t take another look at Shen Qingyun, got up and walked out.

Some things haven"t happened yet, so he will try to avoid it. Since the person in front of him has an influence on him, he will never see him again in the future.

Jiang Yutang walked out of the corridor, and then said to the person beside him: "Check her 30340 identity and find an opportunity to have someone move out of the house."

Back to the small yard beside Mohe Garden, it was almost noon. The small courtyard was quiet, and Shen Qingyun pushed the door in alone.

As soon as the scarlet door opened, a group of shadows rushed towards her, Shen Qingyun stretched out his hand, and the group of shadows jumped into her arms accurately.

A fluffy bunch.

The corners of Shen Qingyun"s lips curled up on his cold face, and he hugged him into the room: "It"s heavy again."

The cat in his arms wagged its tail and meowed again.

After Shen Qingyun entered the house, he put the cat down, walked under the shelf by the window lattice, and changed the water in the bowl.

At this time, there was a sound from the door, and the little servant who came to spread the word yesterday came again. He came in with the food box, and as soon as he entered the house, he saw the cat under the window lattice.

He didn"t enter the house yesterday, but he didn"t see it.

Looking at the cat, she smiled at Shen Qingyun and said, "The third young lady is afraid that you won"t have lunch, so she specially asked the kitchen to cook some good dishes for you."

He put the food on the cloth with numb hands and feet, and stood there without leaving. From time to time his eyes looked to the window.

When the cat saw the stranger, he stepped forward curiously and wandered at his feet.

The little servant obviously liked it, but he didn"t dare to do it, and stood there scratching his ears and cheeks. After a while, he dared to ask: "This... this is the young master of the table, you raised? Do you have a name?"

Shen Qingyun was standing beside the washstand and was washing his hands. Hearing this, he raised his head and said after a while, "It"s called Qianjin."

"Qianjin?" The boy muttered when he saw that it was obviously a male cat. Qianjin stepped forward, but the servant couldn"t see it, so he bent down and touched his head.

Again: "How old is it?"

After washing the shelf, the pale cyan figure instantly became straight. Shen Qingyun put his hands in the warm water, but he felt that it was cold.

After being silent for a long time, she raised her hand little by little. Dyeing her handkerchief with rose dew and wiping her hands, she lowered her eyes and said lightly, "Eleven years."