On a blue misty rainy day, the rising mist hit my face, causing confusion and blurring my vision.
Wei Chiyu panicked and chased after her, only to see Pingting's back. He clenched his fists and tried his best to control his emotions.
Although he only had a brief glance, he would never mistake her.
After a while, Wei Chiyu gradually calmed down. He clenched his fingers so hard that he could hear the sound of his joints dislocating. He returned to Duan Mansion with a sullen face.
Mingzhu and Hongling didn't expect it to rain. The weather in the south changes at any time.
The two of them carried their skirts through the eddies and hurried home. Fortunately, they walked quickly and their clothes were not wet by the rain.
Hong Ling locked two locks on the courtyard door and said, "The weather is also bullying. It stopped raining as soon as we got home."
Mingzhu was a little cold, so she poured a cup of hot tea and put the cup in her palm to keep warm.
Hongling continued to mutter, "Zhuzhu, I think we should find a nursing home. Just now I felt someone was following us."
Mingzhu is not as sharp as she is, "Really?"
Hong Ling nodded, "My feeling is correct. You are tall and good-looking, so there might be some deceitful person who wants to do something wrong."
Mingzhu felt that Yangzhou City was relatively safe, but what Hongling said made sense. The two women depended on each other for their lives, so it seemed that it was not very safe and could easily be targeted by others.
"But where can we go to find a nursing home?"
"I don't know." Hong Ling didn't know much about anything that required spending money. She continued, "It's okay not to invite them. I can't beat them alone."
Hong Ling wouldn't be alive today if she didn't have her fists and legs embroidered. She rummaged through the cabinets and found two hatchets, held the handles of the knives, raised her hand and stuck the blade side on the table, and said, "Let's see who dares to bully us."
Mingzhu was afraid that she would hurt herself, so she quickly asked her to put the woodcutter back, "Be careful."
Hong Ling was somehow able to listen to what she said, probably because she always spoke so gently. After Guaiguai put the knife back, Hongling asked her coyly: "Did your baby kick you today?"
The child is more than five months old and seems to be more lively. Occasionally, she will be lightly kicked across the belly.
Mingzhu lowered her face and looked particularly tender from the side. She gently stroked her belly with her hands, "No. Maybe I was tired from playing in the past few days, so I need to rest for two days."
Hongling groaned twice, then took out two small silver bracelets from her sleeves. She was a little embarrassed, her face turned slightly red, but her mouth was hard, "When I went to buy flour at noon today, by the way, The small bracelet I bought was not stolen."
The silver bracelet is small, simple in style, and looks a bit rough.
Mingzhu took the small bracelet and said happily: "This little bracelet is so cute."
Hong Ling was very happy after hearing this. She spent a few taels of silver on her, but it seemed that the money was not spent. "Can she wear it when she is born?"
"Yeah."
Hong Ling seemed to like the child in her belly very much. She looked at her without blinking and held her chin in her hands. She asked, "Will she like it?"
Mingzhu sighed and said, "I will."
Hong Ling carefully touched her belly, thinking that when the baby was born, she would buy her some small bracelets to play with.
The Duan Mansion hosted a dinner, and invited not only Wei Chiyu, but also several Dali Temple officials who came to Yangzhou from the capital to investigate the case.
Mingzhu's shop was closed today. She prepared Duan Sui's pastries in the evening, and together with Hongling, delivered the pastries to Duan's house.
The boy guarding the gate didn't hear about this and asked them to wait outside.
It was getting late, and the lanterns and candles in front of the mansion were lit one by one, illuminating them with soft and clear light.
Mingzhu patiently stood at the gate and waited. Her back ached after standing for a long time. Hongling held her waist with his hands, frowned and scolded Duan Sui in a low voice.
Hong Ling grew up in the market, and her curse words are a bit harsh.
Suddenly, several carriages and sedan chairs stopped in front of the Duan Mansion. The girls who came out of them were all as beautiful as flowers, with skin as beautiful as snow. They were wearing expensive brocade dresses, with slender waists and busty breasts. The front is full and the figure is excellent.
These are the girls in the flower house.
It's clean and tidy, and I only sing music in Hualou on weekdays. Unless they want to, they will not sell themselves.
The servant led the girls from the flower house to the front yard and left the pearls and red water chestnuts to dry aside.
Hong Ling smoked angrily, "Let's go!"
Mingzhu said: "But I have already received his money."
"Just pay him back the money!"
"Five ingots of gold, he has already paid one ingot."
"..." Hong Ling swallowed back her grievances and said seriously: "Let's wait a little longer."
Mingzhu also felt that she could wait any longer for five ingots of gold. She also saw that Mr. Duan had evil intentions when he paid for the cakes, but she was happy to think of him as an easy target.
After waiting for half a stick of incense, Duan Sui finally seemed to remember that there was someone outside the house waiting for a reply. He casually said to the entourage beside him: "Invite her in."
"yes."
Duan Sui glanced at Wei Chiyu who was sitting upright. None of the girls in the flower house dared to approach him, and he was left behind.
"Master Wei, don't neglect the beauty behind you."
Wei Chiyu said, "I'm not interested."
Duan Sui sighed, "It seems that Mr. Wei has really high standards."
If you don't like it, forget it.
Duan Sui waved his hand and asked them all to go down. He had previously known that Wei Chiyu had someone in his heart. When he was studying, his young fiancée would make money for him, which made other students in the same school jealous. It's a pity that we haven't heard anything about his little fiancée in the past two years. He kindly helped Wei Chiyu, but he didn't appreciate it.
Mingzhu walked into the front yard carrying the box, and happened to meet the girls from the flower house being sent back.
The Duan Mansion set up a dinner table by the lake in the front yard, dazzling with colorful lanterns. Before she went over, she specifically asked Hongling to stay outside, "You wait here."
She was afraid that Hongling would have a dispute with the bad-tempered father of the Duan family. There were not many good men in high positions and they would always do things to bully others.
Hong Ling reluctantly listened to her words, "Go back quickly."
Mingzhu touched her head and coaxed her like a child, "Okay."
She followed the maid in front of her, walked over slowly, and handed the food box to the housekeeper of Duan Mansion.
The housekeeper asked the maids to put the pastries on the table, and then called Mingzhu, "Girl, the second master of the house asks you to get the money."
Duan Sui sat in the main seat in the middle, his posture was lazy and uncomfortable.
She nodded without paying attention to anyone else, let alone Wei Chiyu in the guest seat. In a crowded place, she put on her veil again, stepped forward slowly, and whispered softly, "Mr. Duan."
Duan Sui raised his eyelids and stared straight at her with his dark and deep eyes. He came back to his senses and was talking. Wei Chiyu on the other side suddenly stood up. He was very rude and knocked over the wine glass in front of him. The wine splashed on his clothes and he didn't care.
Wei Chiyu staggered up to her and grabbed her arm with his hand.
Mingzhu was stunned. She never knew that the elegant and thin Wei Chiyu could be so angry. She frowned in pain.
Wei Chi reluctantly let go of her, his voice hoarse, "Zhu...Zhu?"
Mingzhu didn't expect to meet Wei Chiyu here. She didn't know what to do. Duan Sui stood up and glanced around the two of them, "Master Wei, do you recognize her?"
Wei Chiyu tensed his jaw and his whole body was very tense. He straightened the corners of his mouth and said nothing.
Mingzhu frowned, her arm hurt unbearably and she said, "Hand hurts."
Wei Chiyu let go of his hand and said with a expression, "I'm sorry."
Wei Chiyu was not the only one at the banquet who recognized her. The minister from Dali Temple narrowed his eyes, as if he recognized Mingzhu. He pointed at her and thought about her for a long time without thinking of her. what is it call.
It seems that he appeared next to His Royal Highness a few months ago.
Wei Chiyu stabilized his mind, held her hand, and led her away from here.
Mingzhu knew that she couldn't hide it from Wei Chiyu, so she consciously took off her veil, looked up and saw his cold face, and felt a little scared. She asked: "Aren't you in Changzhou?"
Wei Chiyu's voice trembled a little and he hummed, "I have something to do in Yangzhou."
Mingzhu looked down at the reflection on the ground, not knowing what to say for a while.
Wei Chi looked at her face, his eyes gradually lowered, and he felt a little bitter when he saw her bulging belly. The little girl who once liked to act coquettishly became a mother in the blink of an eye.
He took a deep breath and said, "Did you run out on your own?"
Mingzhu nodded, "They all thought he was dead."
Wei Chiyu said: "You shouldn't come to Yangzhou."
Yangzhou is a prosperous place with so many people and so many eyes that might break her.
Wei Chi returned to her residence, and she had no intention of leaving just like that. The house looked simple but warm, and her complexion looked good, rosy and plump.
Wei Chiyu sat down and drank a cup of tea, and left his purse to her before leaving. I'm still afraid that she doesn't have enough money to spend.
He still has important things to take care of.
Although the newly appointed minister of Dali Temple did not recognize her at the banquet just now, he had seen her in the capital before.
Wei Chiyu would not leave her any trouble. As night fell, he ordered his confidants around him with a cold face, "Kill Zhang Juan."
Only dead people can't speak. Wei Chiyu does things neatly and will never leave any trace behind. Moreover, Zhang Yu knows too many things. The person who killed him is not only Him alone.
Wei Chiyu was supposed to return to Changzhou the next day, but he didn't show up and stayed for a few more days.
The people in Changzhou didn't dare to rush him. They all knew that Lord Wei was not good at anything and was very scheming. He was not something ordinary people could compete with.
Mingzhu leaves the store to Hongling to take care of, while she rests at home to raise her baby.
Wei Chiyu comes here every day and often brings her some delicious food. It wasn't that she was sentimental, but she always felt that Wei Chiyu still liked her.
Mingzhu didn't know what to do and could only sigh.
Hong Ling saw that she was trapped by love and asked puzzledly: "Don't you want to find a good husband? He seems to be pretty good."
As for her carefulness, she didn't seem to care whose seed the child in Zhuzhu's belly was.
Mingzhu also understands that Zhao Shi is very good, the kind of person who does not expect anything in return, but she cannot pass the test in her heart and always feels guilty.
Hongling couldn't see her frowning, and asked again: "Do you like him?"
Mingzhu said truthfully: "I liked it before."
Hongling didn't quite understand the relationship between men and women, "What happened next?"
Mingzhu used to be Wei Chiyu's sister and relied on her brother, but later she fell in love with Zhao Shi and experienced all kinds of ups and downs, including her own death.
It still hurts when she thinks about Zhao Chixin.
She lowered her eyelashes, "Then I was deceived by others."
"Oh, you are very stupid. It's not surprising that you were deceived." Hong Ling said to her seriously: "Anyway, I feel that this Mr. Wei is very good, and he must be better than the man before you!"
Mingzhu is still melancholy.
She, Wei Chiyu, is not completely emotionless.
I dreamed about him last night, and dreamed that I successfully married him.
…
Not many people knew about Zhao Shi and Song Huaiqing's arrival in Yangzhou City.
Song Huaiqing also heard that the Crown Prince's beloved concubine had died, and he was in a bad mood. Therefore, Song Huaiqing did not say anything unpleasant to him along the way.
The beautiful woman died, and even he felt an indescribable regret in his heart.
The vulgar powder in the backyard made him feel boring.
Song Huaiqing was very discerning and did not mention Mingzhu a word in front of him, pretending not to know about the death.
However, after a few days, Song Huaiqing felt that the rumors were wrong. No matter how he looked at it, Zhao Shi didn't look particularly sad.
"Your Highness, there is a temple in Yangzhou City. I heard that seeking marriage is a miraculous effect."
"Are you going?" Zhao Shi was not interested and looked at him indifferently, "I'm not free."
Song Huaiqing's pile of rotten peach blossoms naturally has no shortage of marriage opportunities. It's just that he has committed too many sins. Everywhere he goes, he goes to the temple to cleanse his blood. "Then I'll go by myself."
"what ever."
Song Huaiqing actually went to the temple, burned two sticks of incense, donated some incense money, and after leaving the temple, he saw a woman with a big belly, whose expression attracted him.
A few steps away, he looked at her from a distance. The veil obscured her appearance, but her eyes were unusually beautiful and reminded him of someone.
Song Huaiqing felt that it was a pity. If this girl was not a married woman, he might bring her back to the capital and give it to Zhao Shi.
Apart from anything else, this girl's charm is like that of Zhao Shi's concubine. It wouldn't be a bad idea to take it back as a substitute.
When Song Huaiqing returned from the temple, he told Zhao Shi about this matter. Zhao Shi was not interested after hearing it.
Song Huaiqing stopped talking, lest his good intentions would not be rewarded.
There was a vendor selling candied haws on the street, and a milky cry sounded harsh to the ear.
"Daddy, eat some candy."
The man held his daughter on his shoulders and said, "Okay, okay."
The little girl couldn't put it down when she got the candied haws, and she only licked them little by little. The man walked away with his daughter in his arms.
Zhao Shi looked at this scene and was slightly stunned.
"The abbot of the temple told me that the souls of the deceased cannot be reincarnated until they are saved." Song Huaiqing was also entrusted by Zhao Xin to open this temple. "That child of yours is still a girl. I can’t let her go. She has become a wandering spirit and cannot be reincarnated.”
Zhao Shi's face turned pale inch by inch, and it felt like nails were hammered into his head. Sharp thorns poked at his temples. He gritted his teeth and trembled slightly.
Zhao Shi was a little out of breath and told him to shut up.
Song Huaiqing still said: "That concubine of yours has a low status and is indeed not suitable for organizing funerals, but the child is your flesh and blood, so you shouldn't be so cruel."
Zhao Shi's eyes hurt so much that he couldn't open them. He raised the corners of his mouth and his chest seemed to be torn apart. He asked, "What should I bury with?"
Her body was incomplete.
The child is still unformed and cannot even separate the ashes.
He didn't know what these words meant, and he swallowed back the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth as if nothing had happened.