On a cyan misty rainy day, the rising water mist rushed towards his face, dazzling and blurred the sight in front of him.

Wei Chiyu chased after him in a panic, only to see Ping Ting's back, he clenched his fists and tried his best to restrain his emotions.

Although only a quick glance, he would never admit her wrong.

After a while, Wei Chiyu gradually calmed down. He clenched his fingers too hard, and he could hear the astringent sound of dislocation of joints. He squeezed his frosty face and returned to the Duan Mansion.

Mingzhu and Hongling didn't expect it to rain, and the sky in the south would change.

The two hurried back home with their skirts running through the vortex. Fortunately, they walked so fast that their clothes were not wet by the rain.

Hongling put two locks on the courtyard door, and said, "This weather also bullies people. It won't rain as soon as we get home."

Mingzhu was a little cold, so he poured a cup of hot tea and put the tea cup in his palm to keep warm.

Hong Ling continued to mutter, "Zhuzhu, I think we still have to find a nursing home. Just now I thought someone was following us."

Mingzhu is not as sharp as her, "Really?"

Hong Ling nodded, "I can't feel wrong, you look good-looking, maybe some disciples want to go the wrong way."

Mingzhu feels that Yangzhou City is still safe, but Hongling also makes sense. The two women depend on each other for their lives. It seems that it is indeed not safe and easy for others to follow.

"But where are we going to ask for a nursing home?"

"I don't know either." Hong Ling didn't know anything that needed money, so she went on to say: "You can do it without asking. I can't beat them by myself."

Hongling didn't have any flowers and embroidered his legs, and he would not live today. She rummaged through the box and found two hatchets, held the handle, raised her hand and stuck the blade side on the table, and said, "I see who dares to bully us."

Fearing that she would hurt herself, Mingzhu quickly asked her to put the hatchet back, "Be careful."

Hong Ling could hear what she said inexplicably, probably because she was always so gentle. After putting the knife back obediently, Hong Ling asked her in a twitchy manner: "Did your baby kick you today?"

The child is more than five months old and seems to be lively, and occasionally kicks her twice across the belly.

Mingzhu lowered her face, her face looked extremely tender, her hands stroked her belly lightly, "No. Maybe I was tired from kicking the other day, and I have to rest for two days."

Hongling groaned twice, and then Haw Haw took out two small silver bracelets from her sleeves. She was a little embarrassed, her face was slightly flushed, her mouth was hard, "When I went to buy flour at noon today, I bought the small The bracelet was not stolen."

The silver bracelet is a small one, with a simple style and a bit rough to look at.

Mingzhu took the small bracelet and said with joy, "This small bracelet is so cute."

Hong Ling was also happy when she heard it. She spent a few taels of silver. It seems that the money is not in vain. "Will she be able to wear it when she is born?"

"Yeah."

Hongling seemed to like the child in her belly very much. She looked at her without blinking, resting her chin in her hands, and asked, "Will she like it?"

Mingzhu smiled and said, "I will."

Hongling carefully touched her belly, thinking that when the child was born, she would buy her some small bracelets to play with.

Duan Mansion hosted a dinner. Not only Wei Chi invited more than one person, but also several Dali Temple officials who came from the capital to investigate the case in Yangzhou.

Mingzhu's shop did not open today. In the evening, she prepared the cakes Duan Sui asked for, and together with Hongling, delivered the cakes to Duan's residence.

The gatekeeper didn't hear about it, so they waited outside.

It was getting late, the lanterns and candles in front of the mansion were lit one by one, soft and clear light shining on them.

Mingzhu patiently stood at the gate and waited. After standing for a long time, her waist was sore. Hongling held her waist with her hand, frowning and cursing Duan Sui in a low voice.

Hongling grew up in the market, and his cursing words were a bit splashy.

Suddenly several carriages and sedan chairs stopped in front of Duan's house. The girls who came out from the inside were all white and snowy, beautiful and beautiful. They were dressed in expensive brocades, with slender waists and full chests. excellent.

These are the girls in the flower house.

Clean, and only sing songs in Hualou on weekdays. Unless they are willing, they don't sell themselves.

Xiao Si led the girls in Hualou to the front yard, and left Mingzhu and Hongling to the side.

Hongling smoked, "Let's go!"

Mingzhu said, "But I have collected his money."

"Return the money to him!"

"Five ingots of gold, he has already paid one ingot."

"..." Hong Ling swallowed back no matter how much grievances she had, she said seriously: "Let's wait."

Mingzhu also felt that she could wait for the five ingots of gold. She could also see that Young Master Duan Er had no good intentions when he paid for the cake, but she was willing to take him as a fool.

After waiting for a half-zhuxiang hour, Duan Sui seemed to finally remember that there was someone outside the mansion waiting for an answer. He casually said with his entourage: "Please come in."

"Yes."

Duan Sui took another look at Wei Chiyu, who was sitting tightly, and the girls in the flower building did not dare to approach him, and he was hanging behind him.

"Master Wei, don't neglect the beauty behind you."

Wei Chiyu said, "I'm not interested."

Duan Sui smiled, "It seems that Master Wei's vision is really high."

If you don't like it, then forget it.

Duan Sui waved his hand and let them all go down. He previously knew that there was someone in Wei Chiyu's heart. When he was studying, his little fiancé would make him a purse, and other students in the same hospital looked jealous. It's a pity that I haven't heard of his little fiancee in the past two years. He kindly helped Chi Yu, but people didn't appreciate it.

Mingzhu walked into the front yard carrying the box, and happened to see the girls in the Hualou being sent back.

Duan Mansion set up a banquet table by the lake in the front yard, dazzling with colorful brocade lanterns, she deliberately asked Hongling to stay outside before she went there, "You wait for me here."

She was afraid that Hong Ling would argue with the bad-tempered young master of the Duan family. A man of high authority would have few good things and would always do deceitful things.

Hong Ling reluctantly listened to her, "Go and come back quickly."

Mingzhu smiled at her, touched her head, coaxing her as a child, "Okay."

She followed the maid in front, walked slowly over, and handed the food box to the housekeeper of Duan's house.

The housekeeper asked the maids to put the cakes on the table, and then stopped Mingzhu, "Girl, my second master invites you to get the money."

Duan Sui sat in the center of the theme, slack and uncomfortable.

She nodded, not paying attention to others in her eyes, let alone Wei Chiyu in the guest seat. Where there were many people, she put on the veil again, stepped forward, and whispered, "Master Duan."

Duan Sui raised his eyelids and stared at her with pitch-black eyes. He recovered and was about to speak. The Wei Chiyu on the other side suddenly stood up, knocked over the wine glass in front of him very gaffe, and did not care about the splash on his clothes.

Wei Chiyu staggered to her and grabbed her arm.

Mingzhu was frightened and silly. She never knew that the gentle and thin Wei Chiyu would have so much strength, she frowned in pain.

Wei Chi couldn't bear to let her go, his voice hoarse, "Bead... Bead?"

Mingzhu didn't expect to meet Wei Chiyu here. She didn't know what to do for a while, Duan Sui stood up and glanced around the two of them, "Master Wei recognizes her?"

Wei Chiyu's jaw tightened, and the whole person's spirit was very tight. He straightened the corners of his mouth and said nothing.

Mingzhu's didn't get into a ball, and his arm hurt so much that he couldn't bear it, and said, "My hand hurts."

Wei Chiyu let go, his face pale, "I'm sorry."

At the banquet, Wei Chiyu was not the only one who recognized her. The Shaoqing of Dali Temple narrowed his eyes, as if he also recognized Mingzhu. He pointed his finger at her, thinking for a long time without remembering her name.

It seems to have appeared next to His Royal Highness a few months ago.

Wei Chiyu stabilized his mind, held her hand, and led her away from here.

Knowing that she could not hide from Wei Chiyu, Mingzhu consciously took off her veil, raised her eyes and saw his cold face, feeling a little frightened in her heart. She asked: "Aren't you in Changzhou?"

Wei Chiyu's voice trembled, and he said, "I have something to do with Yangzhou."

Mingzhu looked down at the reflection on the ground, and didn't know what to say for a while.

Wei Chiyu looked at her face, his gaze gradually lowered, and when he saw her bulging abdomen, he felt a bit bitter. The little girl who liked to act like a baby was about to be a mother in a blink of an eye.

He took a deep breath, "Did you run out by yourself?"

Mingzhu nodded, "They all thought I was dead."

Wei Chiyu said, "You shouldn't come to Yangzhou."

Yangzhou is a prosperous place, with many people and eyesight, maybe it will break her.

Wei Chiyu sent her back to her residence, and did not intend to leave like this. The house looked simple and warm, and her complexion looked good, ruddy and full.

Wei Chiyu sat down for a cup of tea, and left her purse before leaving. I'm still afraid that she doesn't have enough money.

He still has important things to do.

Although the newly appointed Shaoqing of Dali Temple did not recognize her at the banquet, she had also seen her in the capital before.

Wei Chiyu will not leave her with future troubles, the night will be clear, he coldly tells his confidant around him, "Kill Zhang Yu."

Only dead people can't speak. Wei Chiyu does things cleanly and will never leave a handle. Besides, Zhang Qu knows too many things, and he is not the only one who wants to kill him.

Wei Chiyu was supposed to return to Changzhou the next day, but he did not leave, but stayed for a few more days.

The people in Changzhou didn't dare to urge him. They all knew that this Master Wei was not easy to get along with, and he had a deep mindset that non-ordinary people could compete with.

Mingzhu handed over the shop to Hongling to take care of it, and she was at ease to raise her baby at home.

Wei Chiyu comes here every day, and often brings her some delicious food. It's not that she is passionate, but she always feels that Wei Chiyu still likes her.

Mingzhu didn't know what to do, so she could only sigh.

Hongling saw that she was stuck in love, and asked inexplicably, "Aren't you looking for a good husband? I think he is pretty good."

At least she was careful, as if she didn't care who the child in Zhuzhu's belly was.

Mingzhu also understands that Zhao Shi treats her very well, regardless of the kind of goodness in return, but she can't get through the hurdle in her heart, and she always feels guilty.

Hong Ling couldn't see her frowning, and asked, "Do you like him?"

Mingzhu said truthfully: "I liked it before."

Hongling doesn't quite understand the relationship between men and women, "What happened later?"

Mingzhu used to rely on her brother for Wei Chiyu's younger sister, but later fell in love with Zhao Shi, tasted all the ups and downs, and died once herself.

She now thinks that Zhao Shi's heart still hurts.

She lowered her eyelashes, "Later I was deceived by others."

"Oh, you are very stupid. It is not strange to be deceived." Hong Lingyu said to her sincerely, "Anyway, I think this Master Wei is very good, definitely better than the man before you!"

Mingzhu is still melancholy.

She has no feelings for Wei Chiyu either.

I also dreamed of him last night, dreaming that I married him smoothly.

...

Few people knew about Zhao Shi and Song Huaiqing's arrival in Yangzhou City.

Song Huaiqing also heard that the concubine of the prince had died and was in a bad mood, so Song Huaiqing didn't say anything bad in front of him along the way.

The beauty is fragrant, and even he has a pity that is not clear in his heart.

The vulgar fan in the backyard made him feel dull.

Song Huaiqing had a vision. He didn't mention the person Mingzhu in front of him, pretending that he didn't know about the death.

But after a few days, Song Huaiqing realized that the rumors were wrong, no matter how he looked at it, Zhao Shi didn't look particularly sad.

"His Royal Highness, there is a temple in Yangzhou City. I heard that seeking marriage is the most effective."

"Are you going?" Zhao Shi had no interest, and gave him an indifferent look, "I'm not free."

Song Huaiqing's bunch of rotten peach blossoms naturally has no shortage of marriage. It’s just that there are too many crimes. Everywhere I go, I will go to the temple to wash my blood, "Then I will go by myself."

"whatever."

Song Huaiqing really went to the temple, burned two incense sticks, and donated some incense money. When he left the temple, he saw a woman with a big belly, and her expression attracted him inexplicably.

After a few steps, he looked from a distance, the veil concealed her face, but the eyes were so beautiful that he thought of someone.

Song Huaiqing felt it was a pity that if this girl was not married, he might take the person back to the capital and give it to Zhao Shi.

Not to mention, the charm of this girl resembles Zhao Shi's concubine. It's okay to take it back as a substitute.

When Song Huaiqing returned from the temple, he told Zhao Zhi about the incident, and Zhao Zhiyi was disappointed after listening, and was not interested.

Song Huaiqing didn't continue to say, lest there be no good intentions.

There was a hawker selling candied haws on the street, and a cries of milk and milk sounded harsh.

"Daddy, I want to eat candy."

The man held his daughter on his shoulders, "Good job."

The little girl couldn't put it down when she got the candied haws, she was willing to lick it with small mouthfuls. The man smiled and walked away holding his daughter.

Zhao Shi looked at this scene, slightly stunned.

"The host of the temple told me that the souls of the dead can't be reborn without being supernatural." Song Huaiqing was also entrusted by Zhao Xin, so he opened his mouth, "Your child is still a girl, and you can't bear her. Become a wandering soul, you can't give up a baby."

Zhao Shi's face turned white from inch to inch, and his head was hammered into a nail, piercing his temples sharply, clenching his teeth, and trembling slightly.

Zhao Shi couldn't breathe a little, and told him to shut up.

Song Huaiqing still wanted to say: "Your concubine's status is low, and it's really not suitable for funerals, but the child is your flesh and blood, you shouldn't be so cruel."

Zhao Shi's eyes were so painful that he couldn't open it. He pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled. It seemed that his chest was torn by this. He asked, "What's the burial?"

Her body is incomplete.

The child is not yet formed, even the ashes cannot be distinguished.

These words didn't know how to ask, the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth was swallowed back as if nothing had happened.