Dressed as cannon fodder for a good death, but the prince insisted on marrying me

Chapter 289 I Saw Your Aunt in the Handy Room Today

After Wei Qi came out of the palace, he went to the restaurant to get drunk. He used to drink a few bottles before becoming unconscious, but today even though his stomach was overwhelmed by drinking, he was still not drunk.

The father in the eunuch's uniform in the handyman's room was humiliated, beaten and scolded, but he couldn't do anything.

It was already night when Lingrou saw him.

He was lying sprawled at the gate of Ling's mansion, holding a wine bottle in his hand, and the remaining wine in the bottle was spilled on the ground.

The dirt mixed with wine stained his hair and face, making it extremely filthy.

At first she thought it was a beggar, but she seemed to know the clothes before, so she took a closer look.

At first glance, I was shocked.

"Young Master Wei, wake up!" She patted his face lightly, not knowing why he was in such a mess.

The servant girl Zhu'er suggested: "Auntie, why don't you go get him a bowl of water?"

"Alright."

Wei Qi finally opened his eyes, and Lingrou's concerned eyes came into view.

He staggered up, "Miss Ling."

Ling Rou nodded: "How could you?"

Wei Qi patted his head vigorously, trying to wake up: "I'm here to find Ah Yun."

Besides Ah Yun, he didn't know who else he could turn to for help.

But he also knew that Ah Yun had no obligation to help him again and again, especially because Wei Baxian was still his enemy.

Hearing "Ayun", Ling Rou expressed that she was helpless, she hadn't stepped into Lanyuexuan for a long time, and Ayun and her were already at odds.

"How about I ask the guard to pass it on for you?"

Wei Qi thought about it, forget it, don't embarrass him.

When I turned around, I thought of the scene I saw in the handyman's room.

"Miss Ling, please take a step to speak."

Ling Rou held back Zhu'er, "Mr. Wei, please speak if you have something to say."

Wei Qi stepped back, the smell of alcohol was too strong, don't smoke her.

"I saw your aunt in the service room today."

Ling Rou's complexion changed suddenly, and she immediately became restless.Looking at him secretly, there was no expression on his face, just telling her one thing.

"How is she?"

Wei Qi shook his head, is it okay to be beaten and scolded?

"She was dressed as a court lady and was beaten by a lame eunuch."

He wanted to say that he was very pitiful, but Chen Piaopiao wasn't the only one who was pitiful?

Ling Rou wiped her eyes with a handkerchief, the lame eunuch must be Zhao Da.

But what can she do?
Father would definitely not go to save her, even if he put aside his past suspicions and rescued her, how should he deal with it?

And how should I deal with myself?
Her father is the prime minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but her biological mother is a rascal's wife. If others mistakenly think she is the daughter of Zhao Dayou and Chen Piaopiao.
No, that would be terrible!

Lingrou clenched the veil tightly, her heart beating violently.Originally, it was difficult for her to walk on thin ice in the Anping Hou Mansion, but if Chen Piaopiao came out again, she would have no way to survive.

Better to stay in the service room!

Seeing her panicked, Wei Qi thought she was worried about Chen Piaopiao, so he couldn't help feeling sympathetic to her.

But he couldn't protect himself, except for a little bit of empathy, he couldn't give anything else.

Ling Rou thanked him, squeezed out a few more tears, lamented a few words about what happened to her biological mother, and ran into the mansion crying.

The moment she turned to Fengheyuan, she was relieved.

The following days became duller, but the more dull the more precious, because the deadline for Han Ming to leave Dazhou was approaching.

Originally, I thought two months was a long time, but the days flowed by like water, and passed slowly inadvertently.

Ling Lie reduced the number of times he went out to socialize, he wanted to spend more time with his son.Under the loving gaze of his old father day after day, Han Ming felt the sadness of parting.

"Father, I will come back to see you often. You seem to be parting from life and death. The child is not at ease when he leaves."

Ling Lie stared angrily and patted his head.

"Ming'er, Dad doesn't expect anything else. Come back at least once a year, do you think it's okay?"

Han Ming immediately agreed: "Okay. I will definitely come back every year on my sister's birthday!"

Ling Lie's sadness was instantly replaced by disgust: "You bastard, do you only have a younger sister? Your father is still alive! My younger sister has a birthday, but my father doesn't?"

Speaking of excitement, Ling Lie's face turned red from coughing.

Han Ming patted him on the back, "Father, why are you still arguing with your sister when you're such an adult? By the way, where is Yue'er?"

"I said I would give you a gift, but I don't know where I went."

"What gift?" Han Ming was very interested.

Ling Lie snorted: "I don't know, it's so mysterious. You didn't even say you gave me a gift!"

Han Ming felt the sour taste was very strong, so he poured a cup of tea for his father to dilute it.

on the long street.

Qian Yingying breathes the fresh air to her heart's content, it feels so good to be free again!

"Yue'er, come and find me tomorrow, if daddy comes back, I won't be able to get out."

Trying to force her into a lady for two months is just a dream!
"Look at your performance today, hurry up and help me find Bu Zhuang!"

Qian Yingying raised her brows, what's the matter?

It took her there in no time.

"This is the largest cloth shop in the capital. Although it is expensive, it is worth the money!" Her eyes shone brightly, and with a gesture of her hand, the shopkeeper came over.

"Miss, what kind of cloth do you want?"

Qian Yingying looked at Ling Yue: "Yue'er, who did you buy the clothes for? Are you still your father?"

"I don't make clothes, I make sachets."

The smile on the shopkeeper's face disappeared, and he curled his lips.

To make a sachet, you can just find a piece of scrap of cloth. I thought it was a big business!
Looking at their clothes, they are either rich or expensive, and they took out a pile of colorful cloth from the corner and put them on the counter.

"Miss, see if there is any suitable one, just take it."

Anyway, no one wants it, so it's better to be a favor.

Qian Yingying poked around for a while, and picked out red, green, and purple ones for her: "Are these enough?"

Ling Yue shook her head: "Shopkeeper, I want white cloth."

"White cloth? Making sachets?" The shopkeeper had never heard of such an operation, and his eyes were straightened in shock.

Qian Yingying tugged at her sleeve and whispered, "Yue'er, are you going to give it to your enemy?"

"Trust me, I just buy white cloth, but definitely not white sachets."

According to her request, the shopkeeper put all the white cloths in the store in front of her. He thought she wanted a small piece, but he just took it away.

Qian Yingying was dumbfounded, and the rate of turning her head back was too high when she walked on the street. She would have known that she would bring a maid out.

"Yue'er, why don't you spend some money to send someone to your house?"

Ling Yue tapped her forehead: "Send the white cloth over there, don't scare my father!"

"Then you still buy so much?"

"Isn't this broken silver?"

Qian Yingying gave her a thumbs up, she is superficial!
"Where to go next?"

"go home!"

Qian Yingying was unhappy and grabbed her arm.

"It's hard for me to come out and buy a piece of cloth with you? If I don't agree, you will play with me for another hour, and you will send me home!"

Ling Yue agreed, on the condition that Qian Yingying would help her hug the cloth.

After a while, she regretted it. She thought there was a free labor force, but she didn't know it was a ticking time bomb.

Because the woman candy candied haws for a while, silver candy for a while, and even sugar paintings, her hands are full.

Ling Yue looked at the honey that was about to drip, her heart trembled, and she snatched the cloth with lightning speed.

In this way, Qian Yingying let go of eating, as if she was a country bumpkin entering the city.

"Yingying, haven't you been out for a few days, why are you so useless?"

"to"

Just as she said a word, there was a gust of wind around her. If she hadn't dodged quickly, the snacks in her hand would have been knocked over.

Just when she was about to start scolding, there was another gust of wind beside her, and she grabbed the man: "You still want to run?"

The one who was pinched by her was a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old.

Seeing the person in front of him running farther and farther away, he became anxious: "What are you dragging me for? That person is a thief and stole my purse!"

(End of this chapter)