Yusui Chang'an

Chapter 248 Linglan wakes up
Linglan, who had been recovering from injuries for more than ten days, suddenly got into the habit of copying Buddhist scriptures. She would write for an hour every day since she could get out of bed.

Linglan said she wanted to ask Bodhisattva to protect her from meeting that kind of customer again.

Cui'er was accustomed to it and only stayed in the room, not keeping an eye on Linglan.

Glancing at Cui'er who was dozing on the chair, Linglan secretly took out a small porcelain bottle, poured out a pill and put it into the ink. The pill dissolved when it came into contact with the ink and mixed with the ink.

Linglan pulled out the half-written letter paper under the Buddhist scriptures, dipped it in ink and continued to write the letter.After finishing writing and folding, Linglan stood up and pretended to be dizzy, knocking over the inkstone and waking up Cui Er.

After Cui'er helped Linglan lie down on the bed, she took a rag and cleaned up the table and floor. While Cui'er went out to fetch water, Linglan stood up, reached out the window, and quickly stuffed the letter in her sleeves. I went to the gap outside the window, took a look twice to make sure there was nothing wrong, and then quickly lay back on the bed.

At night, there was constant sound of drinking and having fun in the front yard. Ling Lan said that her chest was tight and she sat by the window and opened it. She was bored and asked Cui'er to find a book and put a lamp on the table under the window.

Just after Haishi, a masked figure in black appeared on the roof of Wangyou Pavilion. He used Qinggong to tap the tiles lightly without making any sound.

Seeing the room with the open window and the light on, the man in black slowly approached and climbed up to the window silently.Seeing the woman sitting in the window, the masked man stood on the side of the window and glanced in. Seeing Cui'er making bed with her back to the window, the masked man revealed his body and waved gently to Linglan.

After Linglan saw it, she nervously turned her head to look at Cui'er, and then pointed to the window to the masked man.

At this moment, Cui'er turned around: "Girl, reading at night is not good for your eyes. Although spring has begun, you are weak and keep the window open to be careful of catching a cold. You'd better rest early."

As she spoke, Cui'er walked over and closed the window. Linglan was so nervous that she didn't dare to breathe.Fortunately, Cui'er didn't see anything. After closing the window, she waited for Linglan to wash up and go to bed.

When she woke up the next day while Cui'er was not there, Linglan stuck her head out and looked at the window. Seeing that the things had been taken away, she let out a long breath.Looking into the distance, his eyes were filled with hope and pain, helplessness and hatred.

The sad and weak look fell into the eyes of Zhu Dianhua downstairs.

He looked up at the woman in the window. There was only a plain hairpin on her head, which was half holding her long hair. The cross-collar top exposed the woman's fair neck. Even though she was wearing a coat, her figure was still thin.

Zhu Dianhua walked out from the corridor, his eyes always fixed on the woman, until the woman noticed and looked at him, turned around and left the window decisively without expression.

Zhu Dianhua smiled playfully: "Interesting, who is this? Why haven't I seen him before?"

The waiter from Wangyou Pavilion bent over and stepped forward to answer: "To tell you the truth, this is Miss Linglan. She is a poor woman who has been ill these days and is recuperating. Miss Linglan has a stubborn temper and does not smile at the guests. Very few customers order her, that’s why you haven’t seen her.”

Zhu Dianhua: "Even if you are sick, you should visit me."

After saying that, he raised his feet and walked in. The waiter stopped him for a few words, but was kicked away by Zhu Dianhua.Seeing that he couldn't stop him, the waiter quickly got up and called Feng's mother.

Opening the door, I took a closer look at Linglan's cold face, her slim waist, and there was no trace of dust in her body, like a wild and helpless flower, which made Zhu Dianhua feel uneasy.

(End of this chapter)