Chapter: 67

"Jiang Lang just got wet from drowning, so just lie down and enjoy singing and dancing."

Then the handsome middle-aged man held the wine with one hand, slapped his thigh with the other, and hummed softly.

"Love him, Mingyue is good, haggard is also related...The dream of the skirt is intermittently coping with difficulties. How much hate the west wind blows, the eyebrows can't be blown away~"

"Okay! If it wasn't for Jiang Lang's poem to sell me, I really wouldn't be on the couch of Miss Rumeng."

Jiang Xinghuo had no strength in his body, so he rolled his eyes and asked, "So now, Miss Rumeng, is Mr. Cao's favorite in this life?"

This middle-aged handsome guy known as "Mr. Cao" is tall and handsome, and his demeanor looks dignified, which can be called graceful and luxurious.

He took a sip of his drink, as a matter of course.

"It was changed early."

Jiang Xinghuo was lying on the couch, covered with a thin quilt, really wanted to cry but had no tears. How could he be so unlucky, sleeping well in the imperial prison, but somehow fell into the river when he woke up?

And most importantly, he could die immediately!

I don't know who got out of the prison and fell into the water, and I don't know if I want to save him or hurt him.

Jiang Xinghuo suddenly remembered that a few days ago, when he and Gao Yu were sweeping the floor in the morning, Gao Yu had said about breaking out of prison.

Gao Yu must have done it!

Gao Yu, who killed a thousand swords, looked like he was about to die, so he ruined my good deeds!

wrong.

Jiang Xinghuo looked at Mr. Cao Jiujiang, who was sitting beside the couch in a red robe.

Cao Jiujiang, who killed a thousand knives, let me drown, why did you save me?

Just because I once sold you a poem and let you go to courtesans, you want revenge?

His thoughts were disturbed, and his body was a little cold, so Jiang Xinghuo wrapped himself in a thin quilt.

Seeing this, Cao Jiujiang asked his servant to take a snow-white sable fur from the bottom of the box to cover him. After a long while, Jiang Xinghuo finally warmed up.

"I told Jiang Lang a long time ago, with Jiang Lang's talent, he came to my house as a guest, enjoying the glory and wealth, how could he end up being pushed into the water by his enemies today?"

Jiang Xinghuo lay down and asked: "Young Master Cao, you are from a wealthy family, have you ever heard of Gao Yu?"

"Gao Yu?"

Cao Jiujiang frowned, then relaxed, and said sarcasticly, "Gao Yu is a rotten fish, I've never heard of it."

At the same time, Zhu Gaoxu, who had been thinking about it in the imperial prison, sneezed.

"Who the hell scolded me?"

"Old man? No, Jiang Xinghuo? No, it must be Li Jinglong! If I can't beat you on the battlefield, I will chew my mouth."

Zhu Gaoxu's intuition is also correct.

Jiang Xinghuo's handsome middle-aged man in a big red robe with a dignified demeanor is indeed Li Jinglong.

His title is "Cao Guogong", also known as "Jiujiang", and he took such an alias when he was in love.