In the early morning of the next day, both of them agreed very tacitly not to mention what happened yesterday. Some even avoid each other by coincidence, trying to minimize the time they spend together.
In this way, it dragged on for nearly two days, and after Bai Ling fully recovered from his illness, this inexplicable "cold war" came to an end.
In the past two days, apart from sleeping at night and delivering medicinal soup to Bai Ling, Li He basically hid in the kitchen, not moving an inch, refusing to come out.
It's not because of anything else, but because the ups and downs of life are so exciting that Li He's heart can't take it anymore. Even sleeping with Bai Ling these two days, Li He became neurotic.
As long as there is a slight movement next to him, he will be awakened suddenly, and then he can't sleep.
After staying up for two days, I feel like my soul is about to ascend to heaven.
And all of this is because of the experience that night, it is not too strange for Li He.
Seeing that in the past few days, Bai Ling's illness has recovered, the rain outside has also stopped, and the warm sun finally appeared in the sky. But Li He's mood is always like a gloomy rainy day, covered with a layer of gray color.
Through the window, Li He watched Bai Lingyuan's back as he went to the palace quietly, feeling a little sad in his heart.
Once Bai Ling recovered from his illness, he almost didn't stop, and rushed to the palace. According to what Bai Ling told Li He, the master of the palace treated him very well. Not only did he pay a high salary, he even gave him two taels of silver.
If they hadn't been taken care of by the master of the palace, the two of them would have returned home long ago and went to the palace of the king of hell.
Therefore, Bai Ling was also very concerned about this matter. Moreover, because of his illness, he was supposed to report to the palace, but he was late for several days for no reason.
So, as soon as Bai Ling recovered from his illness, he rushed to the palace in a hurry.
Leaving Li He alone at home, like a resentful woman guarding her boudoir, she can only silently look through the autumn waters, waiting for her wishful husband to come back soon.
In Fengshou Town, in the luxurious palace.
Butler Hu has been waiting for Bai Ling in the mansion for a few days, but Bai Ling has never been seen. In my heart, I was more or less anxious. After all, the master of the palace is easy to talk, but the wife is not so particular.
What's more, in the past few days, I don't know who is talking nonsense in the mansion, saying that Bai Ling is a liar, and he cheated the master of two taels of money by relying on his similar appearance to Young Master Wang.
Originally, such small-scale gossip was still within the controllable range. But later, I don't know which black-hearted person was jealous of the treatment that Master Wang gave Bai Ling, and his eyes were scarlet. What I said is that the wind is booming and the water is booming, lifelike. Moreover, in the past few days, I happened to meet Bai Ling and didn't come to report on time, that's why so many right and wrong were caused.
On this day, Mr. Hu, who was busy calculating the account books and touching the abacus, suddenly heard a servant tell him that Bai Ling, whom the master asked him to take special care of, has finally come!
Hearing this, Boss Hu's ears perked up, and he immediately put down the ledger in his hand, he didn't care about anything, and trotted like burning his butt.
Then, at the back door where the servants often come and go, they saw the dusty Bai Ling.
Bai Ling walked very fast along the way, just to be able to arrive at the palace as soon as possible and explain what happened to Mr. Hu. I'm afraid that this good job that I found with great difficulty will just disappear like this.
Because he left in such a hurry, Bai Ling was recovering from a serious illness, his complexion was still pale, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. The breathing rhythm is obviously not evenly adjusted.
"Boss Hu, I..."
As soon as Bai Ling opened his mouth, Manager Hu interrupted him.
"Stop talking, come with me first!"
Along the way, Manager Hu walked in a hurry, walking fast in front. Taking Bai Ling, he quickly changed into a set of clean and tidy servant clothes, and then hurriedly took Bai Ling to Mrs. Wang's place.
In the past few days, in this palace, many things, big and small, have happened.
Let's not talk about the "black rain" that lasted for nearly half a month, and how much damage it brought to the palace. Just talking about the only son of the Wangfu family, Young Master Wang who started a career in the imperial capital by himself, can create a huge storm in this mansion.
If this matter had anything to do with Bai Ling, it would be a long story.
This Young Master Wang, whose full name is Wang Songlin, is a handsome young talent with handsome features. When Wang Songlin was seventeen years old, he left his hometown alone, went to the prosperous imperial capital, and wandered around.
At first, the palace was just a relatively small landlord family in Fengshou Town. The reason why it can be as brilliant as it is today is entirely due to the support of this prince.
And this prince, at the beginning in this imperial capital, was just a little-known brat. It's just that later, by some kind of shit luck, he met Chen Yongjian, one of the biggest tycoons in the imperial capital at that time.
At that time, Chen Yongjian was already over fifty years old, almost sixty years old. He was suffering from tuberculosis, which couldn't be cured no matter what.
At that time, although many people envied Chen Yongjian's family wealth behind him, they were not very willing to deal with Chen Yongjian. After all, tuberculosis is contagious. If one is not good, it may be on yourself.
At that time, no matter how much money he has, he can only wait for his death like this Chen Yongjian.
In addition, this old man has no children, and his temper is very strange. Those who can get along with it are really very few.
If it weren't for a coincidence, Wang Songlin happened to save Chen Yongjian who was alone and fell into the water when he passed by the moat. I'm afraid that the two of them will never meet in this lifetime.
But this time, Wang Songlin saved his life, and that fateful story was born.
Although this old man Chen has a very weird temperament, he has a very violent temper. But to Wang Songlin, it was like treating him like his own son.
That was the year that Chen Yongjian took Wang Songlin as his foster son, and handed over his large and small properties to Wang Songlin to take care of. Even the most fundamental Dragon and Phoenix Restaurant, one of the three richest men in the imperial capital, was handed over to Wang Songlin for management.
Two years later, at the funeral, Chen Yongjian transferred all the properties under his name to Wang Songlin's name. And before he died, he entrusted various relationships and acquaintances whom he believed in, and asked them to help Wang Songlin who was just in his early twenties.
Now, the 23-year-old Wang Songlin has long been able to take charge of his own affairs, and is a very famous and prestigious prince in the imperial capital.
Not only that, the young and promising Wang Songlin also opened the most outstanding Dragon and Phoenix Restaurant under the name of Chen Yongjian to all over the country, becoming a well-known golden signboard.
Now, the entire most and most precious catering market is almost taken over by him alone, and the momentum is in full swing. Even the head of the three richest men in the past had to be defeated and relegated to the second place.
It stands to reason that Wang Songlin, who is now wealthy, should have taken his parents to the imperial capital long ago to enjoy the glory and wealth.
But for some reason, Wang Songlin would not give his family a penny, except that he would give his parents some special products from the imperial capital from time to time to support their parents' property in Fengshou Town.
According to the rumors in the imperial capital, it seems that there is some special agreement between Wang Songlin and Chen Yongjian. As for the specifics of this agreement, others do not know. But generally speaking, it seems that Chen Yongjian gave Wang Songlin his own money, but did not allow him to give it to his parents.
Although this requirement may seem excessive at first glance, it is very reasonable when you think about it carefully.
And after so many years, the master of the palace has long been accustomed to this agreement. Besides, just because Chen Yongjian is willing to teach his son how to do business, he is already very satisfied. Not to mention inheriting all the family business to his son and becoming the richest man in the imperial capital. Now, seeing his son soaring, Mr. Wang is already satisfied, and has nothing else to ask for.
Now, he only hopes that his son can come back to see his elder brother more often, and he will be consummated.
It's just that it's different from Master Wang's broad-mindedness. Mrs. Wang, who has always loved money like her life, has always been brooding about the agreement between Chen Yongjian and her son and cannot let it go.
But after all these years have passed, no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't get a penny from his son. Helpless, Mrs. Wang can only keep this matter in her heart, and she will speak to Wang Songlin when the time is right in the future.
After all, she is now the tyrant of Fengshou Town, and no matter where she goes, everyone will nod and bow to her. There is never a shortage of servant girls around her. And what he eats and wears every day is the best silk and satin in the imperial capital, and the most expensive gold jar and jade food.
Although these were sent by her son. But in terms of face, there is no problem at all.
Now, what she is most worried about is her son's lifelong event. After all, his son is already very old now. In an ordinary family, this person has long been a father.
But when he got to his son, he was still missing.
Mrs. Wang, who wanted to hug her grandson, was naturally very anxious. Every month, someone sends a letter, urging Wang Songlin to marry a wife and have children as soon as possible, so as to accomplish lifelong events!
Originally, Wang Songlin had always been indifferent to this kind of letter from his mother. Only when I am interested and want to send a letter to my family, I will mention a few words in the middle. But every time it is mentioned, it is just taken lightly without leaving a trace.
But this time, for some reason, Wang Songlin seemed to be tired of this feeling.
A few days ago, a letter from Wang Songlin made the two elders of the Wang family feel that the sky was falling.
He...he...their son is actually a broken sleeve
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