The concubine is soft and delicate, making her the treacherous minister's white moonlight

Chapter 68 He Has Thirty Thousand Taels

If it was an incense stick of time ago, this question would be beyond doubt, but now, Luo Qiaoniang was still holding tightly in her hand the token of their love that Zhou Shiran had given her. For a moment, she didn't know how to answer this question.

After a brief struggle, Luo Qiaoniang sighed and said, "It's not important. Just tell me what it is."

She didn't answer, and Lin Mowan didn't force her. She just paused and continued, "I've made an appointment with him to go to Ke Lai Restaurant at midnight tomorrow night. Do you think he will come?"

"you!"

Luo Qiao Niang gritted her teeth and raised her hand to touch her face, but when she met Lin Mowan's gaze, her hand, which had been raised high, was reluctant to put down. The hand holding the jade pendant could not stop shaking. She didn't know whether it was forbearance or anger that made veins bulge on her forehead, and her scarlet eyes were filled with tears of disappointment.

Seeing her like this, Lin Mowan frowned, with a trace of heartache and guilt in her eyes. She was more sad and self-deprecating. She glanced at Luo Qiaoniang's raised hand and smiled bitterly.

At this time, Yuzhi, who had received the news, had just arrived. When she entered the room, she saw this scene. She walked forward and stood aside. She did not act rashly, but just called out tentatively: "Miss?"

She looked at Lin Mowan nervously, as if as long as Lin Mowan gave her a look, she would rush forward and subdue Luo Qiaoniang.

But Lin Mowan never looked at her from beginning to end. She just calmly stuffed a note into Luo Qiaoniang's arms. Luo Qiaoniang was a little surprised, and slowly put her hand down in confusion and disbelief.

Lin Mowan kept looking at her, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and whispered: "Sister, if you have thought it through, come and see. This is the room number. Remember to be on time, otherwise you won't hear what you want to hear."

"..."

Luo Qiao Niang said nothing, tears of forbearance and humiliation rolled down her cheeks.

After a long while, she calmed down and asked her, "Who are you? You have known me for a purpose from the beginning, right? Tell me, tell me!"

She almost collapsed and yelled at Lin Mowan. This was probably the saddest Lin Mowan had ever seen her. Lin Mowan remained silent, turned her eyes, looked at Yuzhi, and motioned her to go out first.

Yuzhi didn't ask the reason and turned around to do as he was told.

The door closed, and Lin Mowan walked past her sideways, pacing around the room. She said, "Yes, I had a purpose from the beginning. I know everything about you and him, even things you don't know."

Luo Qiaoniang found it a little unbelievable. Although she and Zhou Shiran had only been together for three years, she had accompanied him from having nothing to achieving success. She thought that no one could understand Zhou Shiran better than her.

In her shocked eyes, Lin Mowan stopped and turned her eyes, as if seeing through everything, and met her gaze: "I also know that in order to marry him, you even broke off relations with your family because your family thought he was poor and he couldn't afford to marry you, right?"

Luo Qiao Niang didn't say anything, but just stared at her blankly, not knowing what she was thinking at the moment.

I still remember the first time I met Zhou Shiran. It was when Luo Qiaoniang accompanied her mother out for a boat trip on the lake. At that time, he fainted on the side of the road. Luo's mother was a Buddhist and compassionate person, so she asked someone to rescue her and bring her back to the house.

During the brief contact, whether intentionally or unintentionally, Zhou Shiran always showed inexplicable courtesy to Luo Qiaoniang. In addition, Zhou Shiran was considered to be well-read, and if he had not been replaced by someone else, he would have been the top scorer in the imperial examination that year.

After a few visits, Luo Qiaoniang began to feel quite fond of this gentle scholar who could write poetry, was gentle and considerate, and could also cook.

It was not until Zhou Shiran went to propose marriage to the Luo family that it was said to be a proposal, but in fact he just knelt down to ask for marriage, nothing else. Luo's father loved his daughter and did not want his daughter to marry Zhou Shiran who looked poor. Zhou Shiran knelt outside the gate of the Luo family for a whole night but failed to get the Luo family's consent.

Finally, Luo Qiaoniang couldn't bear to see her lover suffer, so she took the initiative to stand up and kneel with him. Luo's father was furious and threatened that if she insisted on getting married, the Luo family would break off relations with her. Although Luo Qiaoniang was reluctant, she still made a vow with Luo's father three times that she would never regret breaking off relations and would never return to the Luo family, and lived in a broken thatched house with Zhou Shiran.

In fact, she said that she had severed ties with the Luo family and had no contact with them ever since death, but Luo Qiaoniang had three brothers, and they couldn't bear to see their only sister suffer, so they still gave them supplies from time to time. Luo's father also turned a blind eye. After all, she was his daughter whom he had loved for more than ten or twenty years, and he couldn't bear to watch her suffer.

Seeing her shocked look, Lin Mowan didn't care, but continued: "When he married you, he didn't give you a penny, right?"

Luo Qiao Niang remained silent, but Lin Mo Wan continued, "But do you know that he had 30,000 taels in his hand at the time, but he didn't spend a penny on you."

Thirty thousand taels?!

Luo Qiaoniang was shocked, her eyes full of disbelief, then she reacted as if she had heard a huge joke, and retorted: "Lin Mowan, you are sick and confused, do you know how much thirty thousand taels is? How could he have so much?!"

Lin Mowan smiled but said nothing, but her eyes gradually turned cold. She no longer looked docile and weak as usual, waiting to be protected and saved. Her face was cold and her whole body was full of ruthlessness. She did not explain too much, but just said, "It doesn't matter if you don't believe me. You can go and ask him in person if he has more than 30,000 taels and where he got it from."

Seeing her so confident, Luo Qiaoniang's trust in Zhou Shiran seemed to be about to collapse completely. Lin Mowan retracted her gaze, calmly picked up the clothes beside her and put them on, and put on her shoes elegantly.

Before leaving, she stopped again, her hand already on the door frame, but she still didn't open it immediately. After a little hesitation, she turned back indifferently and looked at Luo Qiao Niang who was still standing there in a daze, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth again.

She said: "Let me tell you another secret. His original name was not Zhou Shiran. You can also ask him why he changed his name and what he wanted to express."

After saying that, in Luo Qiaoniang's shocked and collapsed eyes, Lin Mowan smiled, opened the door and walked out.

Before she walked far, she ran into Sun Xiaoyue who had just returned from making medicine. Their eyes met and Lin Mowan smiled at her as usual, with nothing unusual except that her face looked a little pale.

Sun Xiaoyue was stunned and asked suspiciously: "Aren't you sick? Why did you get out of bed so soon?"

Lin Mowan glanced at the medicine in her hand and smiled sincerely: "I'm much better now, thank you, Sister Xiaoyue."

Sun Xiaoyue twitched the corners of her mouth. She felt a little uncomfortable when being called sister. Although it was true that Sun Xiaoyue was six years older than her, so it was okay to call her sister. But when facing Lin Mowan, perhaps thinking about what happened before, Sun Xiaoyue always felt very strange.

At this moment, Luo Qiaoniang suddenly cried out in collapse. Sun Xiaoyue's face froze, and he glanced at Lin Mowan with hostility. Without bothering to ask any questions, he stuffed the bowl of medicine in his hand into Lin Mowan's hand and rushed into the room.

Lin Mowan stood there, just calmly looking back at Sun Xiaoyue's back disappearing at the end of the corridor, and finally raised a slightly mocking smile, threw the medicine bowl in her hand on the grass beside her, and left with Yuzhi...

Sunset West Mountain.

When Luo Qiaoniang returned to the Shangshu Mansion with her tired body, Zhou Shiran was holding little Zhou Ying in the pavilion and teaching her to read. She stood far away, her mind full of what Lin Mowan had said today.

But after all, he was her husband and little Zhou Ying's father. She always held a glimmer of hope in her heart, thinking that it was Lin Mowan's fault and that Lin Mowan was lying.

She walked into the pavilion. When little Zhou Ying saw that it was Luo Qiao Niang, she opened her arms and asked for a hug. Luo Qiao Niang could only smile at her perfunctorily and turned to look at Zhou Shiran.

After a moment's hesitation, Luo Qiaoniang asked him, "You should be fine tomorrow, right?"

(End of this chapter)