After Wei Qi came out of the palace, he went to the restaurant to buy drunk, and he didn't realize it after drinking a few bottles in the past, but even if he drank so much that his stomach turned upside down, he was still not drunk.

In his head, his father, who was wearing a eunuch uniform, was humiliated and beaten and scolded in the miscellaneous room, but he couldn't do anything.

When Ling Rou saw him, it was already night.

He was lying on his back at the door of the Ling Mansion, still holding a wine bottle in his hand, and the remnants of the wine in the bottle were scattered on the ground.

The mud mixed with wine stained his hair and face, and it was filthy.

I thought it was a beggar, but she seemed to know the clothes, so she got closer and took a closer look.

When I saw it, I was shocked.

"Master Wei, wake up!" She slapped him lightly in the face, wondering why he was so embarrassed.

The maid Zhu'er suggested, "Auntie, why don't you go and fetch a bowl of water for him?"

"It's fine."

Wei Qi finally opened his eyes, and what caught his eye was Ling Rou's concerned eyes.

He staggered to his feet, "Miss Ling."

Ling Rou bowed: "How could you?"

Wei Qi slapped his head vigorously, trying to sober up, "I'm here to find Ah Yun."

Except for Ah Yun, he didn't know who else to ask for help.

But he also knew that Ah Yun was not obliged to help him again and again, especially since Wei Baxian was still his enemy.

Hearing "Ah Yun", Ling Rou said that she couldn't do anything, she hadn't stepped into Lanyue Xuan for a long time, and Ah Yun and her had long been incompatible.

"Why don't I let the guards 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 miscellaneous room.

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

Ling Rou stepped back, "Young Master Wei has something to say."

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

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

Ling Rou's face changed suddenly, and she was immediately uneasy. Secretly looked at him, there was no expression on his face, just told her something.

"How is she?"

Wei shook his head, can you applaud being beaten and scolded?

"She was dressed as a palace maid and was beaten by a lame eunuch."

He wanted to say that it was pitiful, but what about Chen Piaopiao?

Ling Rou wiped her eyes with a handkerchief, lame eunuch, it can only be Zhao Da.

But what could she do?

Father will definitely not save her, even if he abandons his previous suspicions and rescues her, how should he be placed?

And how should I deal with myself?

's father is the prime minister of Da Zhou, but her biological mother is a scoundrel's wife, if others mistakenly think that she is the daughter of Zhao Dayou and Chen Piaopiao

No, that's terrible!

Ling Rou clenched her handkerchief, her heart beating violently. Originally, she was struggling and walking on thin ice in the Anping Marquis Mansion, but when Chen Piaopiao came out again, she would have no way to live.

It's better to stay in the handyman's room!

Wei Qi saw that she was panicking, and thought that she was worried about Chen Piaopiao, and couldn't help but feel sympathy for her.

But he can't protect himself, except for a little empathy, he can't give it to the side.

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

The moment she turned to the Wind Lotus Garden, she was relieved.

The days after that were a little duller, but the more dull they were, the more precious they became, because the deadline for Han Ming to leave Da Zhou was approaching.

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

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

"Dad, I will come back to see you often, you are like parting from life and death, and the child will not be at ease when he leaves."

Ling Lie glared and touched his head.

"Ming'er, Dad doesn't expect anything else, at least come back in a year

Once, will you see it?"

Han Ming immediately agreed, "Okay. I'll definitely come back every year for my sister's birthday!"

Ling Lie's sadness was instantly replaced by disgust: "You bastard, are you a sister? Your father is still alive! If my sister has a birthday, won't my father have it?"

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

Han Ming patted him on the back and said smoothly, "Dad, why are you still fighting with your sister when you are such an adult? By the way, what about Yue'er?"

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

"What gift?" Han Ming was extremely interested.

Ling Lie snorted, "I don't know, it's mysterious. You didn't even say anything about giving me a gift!"

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

Long Street.

It feels good to be free to breathe in the fresh air to your heart's content!

"Yue'er, come to me again tomorrow, if my father comes back, I won't be able to come out."

I want to force her to be a lady for two months, and I am a fool!

"Look at your performance today, hurry up and help me find Buzhuang!"

Qian Yingying raised her eyebrows, how big is it?

It didn't take long to lead her to the place.

"This is the largest cloth village in the capital, although it is expensive, but it is worth the money!" Her eyes sparkled, and with a gesture of her hand, the shopkeeper came upside down.

"What kind of cloth do you want, two young ladies?"

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

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

The smile on the shopkeeper's face faded and he pursed his lips.

Just find a piece of cloth to make sachets, I think it's a big business!

Watching them dress as they are either rich or expensive, in the spirit of being kind and rich, they pull out a pile of colorful cloth from the corner and put it on the counter.

"The two young ladies will see if there is a suitable one, just take it directly."

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

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

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

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

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

"Trust me, I'm just buying white cloth, but definitely not white sachets."

The shopkeeper put all the white cloth in the store in front of her according to her request, thinking that she wanted a small piece, but she took it away.

Qian Yingying was dumbfounded, and the rate of turning back when walking on the street was too high, and she knew that she had brought a maid out.

"Yue'er, why don't you spend some silver and have someone send it to your house?"

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

"And you buy so much?"

"Isn't that broken silver?"

Qian Yingying gave her a thumbs up, she was superficial!

"Where next?"

"Go home!"

Qian Yingying was not happy and grabbed her arm.

"I finally came out and bought a piece of cloth with you? If I don't follow, you can play with me for another hour, and you will send me home!"

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

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

Because the woman will have a rock sugar gourd, a silver candy, and even a sugar painting, and her hands are full.

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

In this way, Qian Yingying is even more open to eating, and the eating appearance is like a dumpling entering the city.

"Yingying, haven't you come out for a few days, as for being so unproductive?"

"To"

As soon as she said a word, there was a gust of wind around her, and if she hadn't dodged quickly, the snacks in her hands would have been knocked over.

Just as she wanted to scold, there was another gust of wind beside her, and she grabbed the man: "Do you still want to run?"

She was caught by a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old.

Seeing that the person in front of him was running farther and farther, he was anxious: "What are you dragging me for? That man is a thief and has stolen my purse!"