Jinghua little cook

Her girl ran away from home, logically speaking, she has nothing to do with Lu Xiling.

But this matter was broken because of Wen Wan's reason for running away from home.

The oval-faced little servant girl took the handkerchief that Bean Sprouts handed over, and cried like rain: "My girl saw His Highness the Second Highness following you into the backyard that day, and you came out with an injury on your head in the blink of an eye."

"I have been with the girl since I was a child, how could I just watch the girl jump into the fire pit."

"My girl has contradicted the master time and time again, but the master is so cruel, why would she have the heart to sell her daughter... woo woo woo—"

"My girl already has someone she likes, and the master wants to beat the mandarin ducks!"

"Wait a minute!" Lu Xiling became more and more confused the more he listened.

"Your girl ran away from home, is it because of, ahem, lover, or to force your master to call off the marriage?"

"Of course there are!"

Lu Xiling shook her head.

Did the little maid understand what she meant.

If it's just for the purpose of retiring the engagement, then he should leave clues, or force him to die, at least place a bet on himself, otherwise, if he walks away like this, he will still be beaten back to his original shape after being caught.

But if it's for a lover, it's different.

Her portrait has been handed over to Prince Yong's Mansion, and she followed her father to and from the palace many times.

After leaving like this, nothing was left behind. This is not threatening or persecuting, it is putting the lives of the whole family on the fire.

It's so stupid to do so.

Even after being disciplined for more than ten years and suddenly wanting to break free from the shackles, there is absolutely no way to kill one thousand enemies and hurt eight hundred.

While thinking, the little maid said how much her girl and cousin loved each other when they were young, and how happy the two families were when they got married when they were young.

With snot and tears, he almost fainted in Bean Sprout's arms.

Lu Xiling helped him up, and said, "Don't cry yet, first tell me if your girl has anything unusual recently besides fighting with your master?"

"For example—" Lu Xiling coughed lightly, "Where is that cousin you mentioned now?"

The maid blew her nose and shook her head.

"You do not know?"

"Indeed, I don't know. In the past few years, Pei Langjun's family suffered sudden changes. Some of them died. My master and his family seldom had any contact with him. Later, my daughter missed Mr. Lang, so she handed out a few letters. , there was no news of it, and it was not until this year that I got in touch, but, "

The maid said aggrievedly: "But that night my girl happily held the letter, but she didn't expect to open it and see that it was the last letter between Mr. Pei Lang and her! Thanks to my girl thinking about him all day long, how could he just say that the engagement is broken?" !"

engagement?

There was too much information, Lu Xiling listened to one head and two big ones.

"Is the letter still there?"

"Here!" The little maid looked at Han, her heart was like a mirror, knowing that after the girl and Mr. Pei Langjun's letter was discovered, the master would definitely not let the girl go, so she simply brought it out this time when she went out.

There are not many letters, only three in total.

One was written at the beginning of last year by Pei Langjun in Qingzhou to Wen Wan to report his safety, and the lines are full of affection.

It can be seen that although the world was bitter in those days, the relationship between the young lovers was still sweet.

Lu Xiling put away her aunt's smile.

Keep looking down.

The second one was from the beginning of this year, nothing unusual.

All the problems were on the third letter. Lu Xiling carefully read the words carefully, and her gaze was fixed on the words "I wish my cousin and His Highness the second heart forever".

Suddenly, she understood.

This is a man's self-esteem at work.

Just imagine, a down-and-out son, in order to make the girl he loves happy, wants to gamble everything in the past two years to fight for it.

But when he looked back, he found that beside his cousin was a proud son of heaven that he would never be able to catch up with in his lifetime. He must let him go and let his cousin pursue happiness.

Otherwise, will you suffer with him for the rest of your life?

This Mr. Pei Lang seems to be a realist too.

Seeing clearly the vast difference between him and her, he made up his mind to separate from her from now on.

She would rather be disappointed in him and resent him at this moment, than to use future daily necessities to crush the hot romance in Wen Wan's heart.

Alas—the sorrow of the poor.

Lu Xiling closed the flood gate of emotion, and calmly searched for the clues in the letter.

Inexplicable.

She felt that the handwriting was very familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere not long ago.

Lu Xiling paused, as if confirming her guess, she picked up the letter paper and smelled it.

Sure enough, a strong sandalwood fragrance drilled into his nose.

When Bean Sprouts delivered the ledger, she flipped to the last place where the pen was written, which completely confirmed her thoughts.

Lu Xiling got up, first arranged for Douya and Liang Chen to take care of the shop, and then asked the little maid to take care of the letter.

He held up his umbrella and went out.

With a clear direction, Lu Xiling went straight to Fa'en Temple.

When the Zhike monk who received the pilgrims saw Lu Xiling, his eyes were overjoyed, and his saliva was unconsciously secreted.

"Amitabha, I don't know when I will be able to eat the food made by the benefactor. The black rice cooked by the benefactor is a hundred times better than that made by the poor monks!"

Lu Xiling smiled, exchanged a few words with her colleagues, and then asked: "By the way, a gentleman placed an order at our temple the day before yesterday. I don't know which courtyard that gentleman lives in now? Hey——he walked away in a panic. I also forgot to pick it up, thinking that people are very busy preparing for the exam, so I have nothing to do, so I sent it."

The Zhike monk smiled and said: "Amitabha, the proprietress is talking about Hedong Peilang?"

"Exactly."

"He lives in Shuangqiu Courtyard. His Highness the Second Highness sent it over that day, and now the proprietress comes to deliver things to him in person. It seems that Mr. Pei Lang is not ordinary."

Zhike Monk was not very old, the scab on his head hadn't healed yet, he probably didn't know that he was contaminated with the dunya, it took him a while to realize, he said "Amitabha" quickly, and raised his hand to invite Lu Xiling to go in.

Approaching a wall, Lu Xiling stopped and found a reason to block the Zhike monk from the door.

He walked in like a leisurely stroll.

This time I went in, the pretense was gone, the mood was gone, and a heart was raised in my throat.

There are two rockeries on both sides of the entrance of Shuangqiu Courtyard, with stone steps in between. Walking down the steps, there is a pavilion.

Lu Xiling stepped in, and before she could hear the conversation inside, she was dragged into the rockery with her mouth and nose covered.

Without letting out an exclamation, a rough palm tightly covered her mouth.

As if he was afraid that she would struggle too hard in the rockery, the other party dragged her in, and then spun around with his arms around Man's waist.

There was dim sunlight above her head, a firm chest in front of her eyes, and the tangy aroma of straw woke her up in an instant.

Even if those hands no longer blocked her shouting, she didn't dare to make the slightest sound.

Why is Bai Ye here?
Is he...he came to catch the rape himself?
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