Geng Mansion, Wutong Courtyard.

This is the second largest courtyard in the whole mansion, second only to the Ming Jing Xuan where the head of the house is located, and it is twice as large as Chu Xinling's Youyue Pavilion, indicating the noble identity of the owner of the courtyard.

Lin Yuyan, the daughter of the Lin family in the three major families in Beijing, married Geng Feng twenty-three years ago, the hostess of the Geng family. But the Geng family knows that this so-called Mrs. Zheng of the Geng family has always been under the authority of Chu Xinling, if it weren't for the support of the Lin family, I'm afraid Lin Yuyan would have been pulled off the throne.

(It needs to be emphasized here that neither Lin Yuyan nor Chu Xinling is Geng Zhiming's biological mother, and Geng Zhiming's biological mother passed away ten years ago.) ）

At this time, the mother of the Geng family was quietly fiddling with an orchid in the courtyard, and she didn't seem to take the huge movement coming from outside the courtyard seriously.

Instead, her personal maid glanced out and asked with some anxiety: "Master, don't we really go out to have a look?"

"What are you going to do?" Lin Yuyan replied lightly, "Have you seen this kind of thing less?" Geng Zhiming, the Lord Monarch, and Chu Xinling are in the same space, and they still can't think of accidents?"

"Chu Xinling, that slut, also deserves it, he finally held a family banquet, but he got into trouble with the little overlord. The personal maid gloated.

"It's not deserved, Lin Yuyan is still fiddling with the orchid, "It is impossible for her to let the relationship between Geng's father and son ease for a moment, after all, the lord is her only hope to bring down Geng Zhiming." She has been calculating me for the first half of her life, and she has not been able to ascend to the throne in the end, if she does not hurry up to clear the obstacles for her children now, and wait for the death of the lord, she will be in turmoil. ”

"That fox girl, even if you cut it with a thousand knives, you won't get rid of your hatred!" The maidservant scolded, "I don't know what the lord likes about her, let go of a gentle and virtuous person like the master's mother, and drill into the fox's den every day!"

"Political marriages, each taking what he wants, and it's normal for him to dislike me. Lin Yuyan's tone was flat.

"How can it be a political marriage?!" The maidservant's tone was excited, "Didn't you say that back then..."

The maidservant suddenly realized something and shut her mouth.

"Forget it this time, next time you do it again, I'll deduct your half-moon ringing silver, you know?" Lin Yuyan glanced up at her.

"Yes, the slave knows that she is wrong. The maidservant replied in a low voice.

Lin Yuyan turned her head, but instead of looking at the orchid, she looked at the bright moon rising in the sky:

"Back then. ... What a memorable word......"

Meditation Pavilion.

Geng Zhiming looked angry and walked towards the room by himself, while the servants and girls avoided it one after another, for fear of touching this person's moldy head.

Geng Zhiming kicked open the door and startled the girl who was cleaning in the room:

“......... Young Master!"

"Ling'er?" Geng Zhiming's anger dissipated instantly, "Didn't I say that these chores should be done by others, and you don't have to suffer yourself?"

"Young master, it's okay," Jin Ling'er said with a smile, "It's just a little work." ”

"You," Geng Zhiming touched her head dotingly, "Don't live in the West Wing from tonight, move to me." ”

"How's that going to work!" Jin Ling'er's face turned red, "Hasn't the young master always lived with Steward Ruochen and the little young master?"

"What are you afraid of, the room is there, just let Ruosheng add a bed. Geng Zhiming's eyes shone brightly, as if there were endless stars shining in them.

"Young master, I..." Jin Ling'er wanted to say something.

"Okay, that's it," Geng Zhiming interrupted her domineeringly, "Go pack your things, it's getting late." ”

"Well... Okay, young master. Jin Ling'er replied with a red face.

Looking at her departing back, the boy who was still angry just now, like a cat stealing a fishy cat, the corners of his mouth irrepressibly raised a slight arc.

The night was dark.

Geng Zhiming's room was silent, except for the even breathing of several people, only the grasshoppers chirped outside the window.

Suddenly, a black figure appeared. The figure walked softly to the living room and pushed open the door.

Under the moonlight of the courtyard, the silhouette of the figure gradually became clear.

It's Jin Ling'er.

Walking out of the room seemed to make her feel a lot more relaxed, and Jin Ling'er breathed a sigh of relief and walked briskly towards the courtyard.

However, to her surprise, the gate of the courtyard opened automatically one step ahead of her.

"Jin Ling'er, where are you going?"

Outside the gate, a young man with a grim face looked at him fixedly.

"If.... Steward Ruochen!" Jin Ling'er was a little flustered, "I... I was so bored that I wanted to walk around the garden. ”

"No need. Ruochen said lightly, "The one in the garden has been driven back to the Youyue Pavilion by me." ”

Jin Ling'er's head "buzzed".

"You're so faithful. Behind her, a cold voice came.

Jin Ling'er looked back tremblingly. Behind her, the master bedroom was brightly lit, and Geng Zhiming, who was awakened, leaned against the door, looking at her expressionlessly.

"Young master, I..." Jin Ling'er wanted to explain, but she didn't know what to explain.

In response to her, Geng Zhiming's huge slamming of the door was heard.

Jin Ling'er didn't know what to do, she lowered her head, her eyes were red, and she rubbed her hands at a loss.

But Ruochen, who had been watching coldly from the sidelines, spoke:

"Jin Ling'er, come with me. ”

The two of them twisted and turned, and actually walked to the back door of Geng Zhiming's room. Ruochen pushed open the door and drove a side room.

"If... Ruochen housekeeper, Jin Ling'er asked cautiously, "I just made the young master angry, and you still placed me in the young master's room, won't it cause you trouble?" =

"Don't worry," Ruochen still said in a calm tone, "If the young master finds out that you have been standing outside the courtyard all night tomorrow morning, then you will cause me a big trouble." ”

"That's right," Ruochen added, "You should try not to go out too early these days, so as not to bump into the young master." The young master's anger comes and goes quickly, you can hide for two or three days and you'll be fine."

"Thanks... Thank you, Steward Ruochen. Jin Ling'er whispered.

Don't thank me. Ruochen waved his hand and said, "I'm not helping you, I'm helping the young master." I'll go first, and you can rest here tonight. ”

Ruochen walked to the door, but remembered something again, turned around and said:

"By the way, you have to pass on the news in the future, don't sneak over at night. After all, those assassins of the Moon Pavilion back then were much lighter than you. ”

"What ....." Jin Ling'er's eyes widened in disbelief.

"There's nothing surprising about it, the young master can grow so big, and there is some luck in it. Ruochen smiled, "Also, I know that you were coerced by the Moon Pavilion, but I can't help you if you don't say it." You have your difficulties, I have my position, you can choose to continue to pass on the message, and I will do everything in my power to stop you. ”

After saying these words, Ruochen left, leaving Jin Ling'er alone in the house in a daze.

Master bedroom.

Geng Zhiming didn't know where to get a table of wine, picked up a can and poured it into Mingkou's mouth, and after pouring it, he casually dropped the wine jar to the ground, and there were already a lot of fragments at his feet.

It stands to reason that Lu Qianye, who was spitting on such a big movement next door, should have woken up a long time ago, but this heartless guy slept like a pig, leaving Geng Zhiming alone to get drunk in the dark.

The moonlight shines through the window and is quietly reflected on Geng Zhiming's body. Tears also crossed Geng Zhiming's face unconsciously. Like a wounded kitten, he was curled up alone in a corner, lonely and pathetic.