Quick Transmigration: Rescue Plan for the Misguided Villain Boss

When he knew that Concubine Hui was dead, Zhan Mijiang was just stunned, and then he came back to his senses.

There was no surprise in his mind, as if he knew it from the very beginning.

Obviously he should feel sad, but I don't know why, he doesn't feel the slightest sadness in his heart.

"Check it out." Zhan Mijiang frowned, suppressing all the thoughts beside him: "How can the good guys die?"

When Uncle Wang led Ling to investigate, Zhan Mijiang came back to his senses.

He felt that something was wrong with him, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

What is...what's wrong?

Zhan Mijiang took out the chessboard to play a game of chess boredly, and was stunned when he was halfway down.

When will he play chess?

How can players in the army have time to play chess? Either on the battlefield or training troops.

On weekdays, even if he is really free, he will either go galloping with a few generals or read the military books in the study, and the elegant thing of playing chess will not touch him at all.

Zhan Mijiang had a strange heart, but when he looked at the chessboard, he knew clearly that he did not play this game indiscriminately.

During this period of amnesia, did he go to learn to play chess?

But what does he learn this for?

Zhan Mijiang couldn't understand it, so he didn't think about it anymore, and put the chessboard away.

He stood up and took the book on the shelf, ready to read.

But as soon as I picked it up, a piece of paper fell from the book.

Zhan Mijiang picked up this piece of paper and saw the words on it.

The word looks familiar.

"Green Ant's new glutinous rice wine, a small red clay stove."

There was only such a poem above, but Zhan Mijiang could immediately say the next one.

——I want to snow in the night, can I drink a cup?

It's going to snow at night, would you like to stay and have a drink with me?

A smile appeared at the corner of Zhan Mijiang's mouth.

It was already winter at that time, and she was still a little cold, so Zhan Mijiang tempted her to drink some wine.

The little fairy from the sky was flushed after drinking the wine from the mortal world, with a pair of eyes with attractive waves, just staring at him so determinedly, still wanting to talk.

Zhan Mijiang knew what she meant, so he wanted to tease her.

"You drank so much wine today, so rest early."

After that, he left.

The little fairy held his forehead and held his sleeve with one hand.

Zhan Mijiang turned his head.

She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end she couldn't say anything. She could only take the pen and paper in annoyance and write such a sentence in pretty small characters.

The weather outside is clear and cloudless.

But Zhan Mijiang really seemed to be snowing outside, and couldn't get out for half a step.

Looking at the piece of paper in front of him at this time, he couldn't help but curled his lips, and then he was stiff again.

He actually didn't remember what happened back then, but looking at the line of verse before him, his heart was suddenly covered by a warm blanket, and he felt warm all over.

Zhan Mijiang was silent for a moment, put the well-preserved piece of paper aside, and then continued to search in his study.

The study was full of traces of the two who had lived together.

He has never bought "Sheng Shi Shi Ji" and "Historical Records", and the books are also endorsed in juicy characters.

The strange paintings he painted seemed to be painted with fine charcoal, which painted her very vividly.

There is a small incense ball hanging on the window in the room, and a delicate pen holder is on the table...

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