It happened that the spirit of the house came to say that Mi Feixue was back, so Zuo Si stood up and said goodbye.
When he walked out of the house, he met Mi Feixue who was coming in. Zuo Si stopped and greeted with a smile, “Your Highness is back.”
Mi Feixue already knew that Mi August was at home today and was in a good mood. She nodded towards Zuo Si, her expression of joy could be seen.
Before Zuo Si could say anything, Mi Feixue waved to him.
The burning sensation in Zuo Si’s spiritual sea seemed to be blown away by the breeze, and his violent mood also eased.
He was startled when he saw that Mi Feixue was already walking away without taking it seriously, her steps were brisker than usual.
Zuo Si was thoughtful, with a complicated expression.
Things that you usually calculated and calculated are suddenly obtained for free, and the emotion generated after being hit by a pie for the first time is not a feeling of elation.
He always wanted to compete with Mi August, and was dissatisfied that his life was in Mi August’s hands. In fact, their statuses were not equal from the beginning. Being able to survive in Mi August’s hands was not because of the girl’s kindness. He was like a mirror in his heart, knowing that the reason for living until now was only because he had done things properly.
Once he loses value, or someone can take his place, it’s time for liquidation.
He wanted to climb to a higher position than Mi August, and getting the Lord’s favor was nothing more than a distrust of Mi August in his heart. He has never forgotten that he first set a trap on Mi August, and then attacked Mi Feixue. If the two sides changed positions, he would not be able to laugh away his grudges, and he would definitely always be thinking about revenge.
He always felt that Mi August was also from Lingzhou, and his behavior was the same. Everything was about profit and cost, and it was normal to be vain and conciliatory. But occasionally it would be a little different, and he really couldn’t guess what she was thinking in her heart.
To this day.
He suddenly understood.
It was a wrong move for him to secretly compete with Mi August.
Although a soldier who doesn’t want to be a general is not a good soldier, a soldier who doesn’t obey military orders and has other ideas is even more cancerous.
Zuo Si clenched the bone of the folding fan in his hand, eyes filled with brilliance.
He needs to change his strategy a bit.
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After Mi August and Mi Feixue had dinner together, they learned that Jiang Tong and the others had returned from abroad and were now waiting in the sitting room of Si Ye Mansion.
In the living room.
Jiang Tong and his daughter didn’t wait long when they heard the door open and turned around to see a woman wearing blue and white clothes.
“Master Mi?” Jiang Tong asked uncertainly.
The woman smiled slightly, nodded, and replied, “Governor Jiang.”