Quick time travel: cannon fodder female supporting self-rescue system

Chapter 148 Bai Yueguang Regrets His Life 9
Seeing Liu Meimei's face change, Lin Jiajia suddenly smiled again: "Forget it, just kidding, how can there be such a thing in the world. You want to stay in our Lin's residence, right? I think you look good, you suit me Appetite, just stay in my yard and be a maid, how about it?"

Liu Meimei nodded silently.

When the housekeeper took Liu Meimei away, Lin Jiajia lay on the beauty couch, squinting her eyes and basking in the sun comfortably.

Zhong Jian suddenly appeared: "Miss, it has been dealt with."

Lin Jiajia hummed: "It's not bloody."

"My two hands are useless, but Miss, even if Kui Laoer can no longer do this business, there are more people who can do it." Zhong Jian said in a low voice.

Lin Jiajia hummed: "That's true, but I can only see one rescue at a time. No matter what happens to other people, some people can be saved."

She went to the market today to buy those girls, on the one hand, to wait for the returning heroine Liu Meimei, and on the other hand, it was actually a habit.

In Jingyang, rich and powerful people would often go to the market to buy some young girls. Unlike other servants, these girls were registered through proper formalities by the government. Most of them were of unknown origin. The traffickers caught them and sold them to the men.

If they are lucky and their master is willing to register them with the government, then they can be considered to have a title.But most of these girls are tortured by the men around them, and live a life worse than death.When they grow old and lose their former glory, they will either be abandoned or quietly disappear from this world.

Therefore, Lin Jiajia would go to the market every now and then, and when she saw this kind of business, she asked Zhong Jian to buy them back, and then let them go.It may be a drop in the bucket, but doing it is better than doing nothing.

Zhong Jian remained silent. He glanced at Lin Jiajia in the yard. The sun shone on her face, her cheeks were slightly red, and her pale face looked much better.

Secretly clenched the sword in her hand, Zhong Jian lowered her eyes slightly, turned around and disappeared again.

**
Imperial Palace, Qingjin Hall.

Concubine Chen Guifei sat on the high seat, and the maid poured fruit wine at the right time, and whispered in her ear: "My lord said he was unwell and couldn't come to the banquet."

Concubine Chen's face darkened: "Let him come. If he doesn't come, tell him to pack his bags and go to his fief. I don't need such a waste as my son."

The palace lady replied in a low voice, and slowly backed away.

Concubine Chen still had a friendly expression on her face. She had hosted a banquet for several celebrities in the capital today, saying it was a spring banquet, but she was still worried about her son's marriage.

Ever since the victory in Yancheng a year ago, Yu Wencheng had fallen into an inexplicable emotion.

First, he yelled that he wanted to slaughter the whole city to find his dead concubine, and then he yelled all day that the weak young lady of the Lin family was so scheming that she could knock him out with a single punch.

Concubine Chen Gui kept the matter of the massacre of the city a secret and did not dare to let Emperor Wu Cheng know, but the matter of Miss Lin's family still made Emperor Wu Cheng quite unhappy.

After all, the Lin family donates a lot to the court every year, and it is also a charity house bestowed by Emperor Wu Cheng himself.By doing this, Yu Wencheng was almost slapping Emperor Wu Cheng in the face.

Now a year has passed, but Yu Wencheng is still in a strange mood, immersed in his own emotions all day long, and his whole person has become gloomy.

If he had known that the little demon girl could influence him like this, he should have killed her from the beginning.

Concubine Chen Gui was thinking, but heard someone coughing lightly below.

Lin Jiajia got up and said with a pale face: "Madam, the little girl was blown by the wind when she just came here, and now she is feeling a little unwell. I am afraid that the little girl will overwhelm the madam with her illness, so please let the little girl go home first."

Chen Guifei looked at her with concern: "Why don't you let the imperial physician take a look?"

Lin Jiajia smiled wryly: "I'm sick, just go back and lie down."

Concubine Chen Gui sighed, this young lady of the Lin family is good in everything, but her health is too poor, it's good if she doesn't marry Cheng'er, lest the whole palace will be soaked in medicine jars.

"Okay, then you should go back and cultivate yourself first."

"Thank you, ma'am." Lin Jiajia saluted and exited the Qingjin Hall.

When she got to the gate of the palace, Lin Jiajia was about to get into her own carriage when she saw a black carriage approaching from a distance.

Although she had already been reminded by 688 before leaving the palace, she could tell it was Yu Wencheng just by looking at the carriage.

Since Liu Meimei's death, he's been like a slumber, with a gloomy face all day long, serious and serious, and even the carriage is completely black.

Lin Jiajia couldn't understand his mentality, as if if his heart died, he would make everything around him look like they were dead. Is this a memorial or an act?

The black carriage stopped at the gate of the palace, and the door curtain was lifted. As expected, Yu Wencheng who came down was also dressed in black, with a blank expression on his face.

When he looked at Lin Jiajia, the other party was also stunned, but quickly looked away, as if it was unnecessary to look at her more.

Lin Jiajia chuckled and called out, "Liu Er, come out and help me up."

The people in the carriage responded with a low voice, but this voice shocked Yu Wencheng's heart.

When the door curtain was lifted, a face that had appeared in his dreams countless times and haunted him appeared in front of his eyes.

"Meimei..." He whispered, looking at the girl who suddenly appeared in shock.

"Mei Mei, you, you are not dead?" Yu Wencheng was in a daze, and stepped forward a few steps, as if to confirm whether he was dreaming.

Liu Meimei flinched, Lin Jiajia let out a cry, and stood in front of her.

"My lord, I made a mistake." Lin Jiajia said, "She is the maid I just bought, not Liu Meimei."

"How is it possible..." Yuwen Cheng's voice trembled slightly.

This voice, this appearance, how is it not his Mae...

"My lord recognized the wrong person." Liu Meimei also said, "The servant girl is just a servant of the Lin family, not some Meimei."

But Yu Wencheng stared at her tightly: "If you are not Mei Mei, then who are you?"

Liu Meimei bit her lips: "The maidservant's name is Liu'er, a name given by Miss."

"Liu'er?" Yu Wencheng's eyes were dark, and the violence in his eyes was almost uncontrollable: "Lin Jiajia, what the hell are you doing?"

"I miss the old man," Lin Jiajia said with a smile, "the prince has his way, and I have my way. I bought her as soon as I saw her, and kept it by my side, reminding myself every day how affectionate the prince was."

As Lin Jiajia said, she glanced at Liu Meimei who was beside her. She was clenching her hands tightly, fearing that the palms of her hands would be torn apart.

"Lin Jiajia!" Yu Wencheng's face turned pale. The matter of Yancheng has been his wound until now, but now Lin Jiajia unscrupulously tore it open, which made his heart ache beyond measure.

"What's wrong with the prince?" Lin Jiajia said: "Although the engagement was terminated later, I will always remember the grace of the prince for saving my life. But why don't you enter the palace yet, the prince? Waiting for the prince to arrive."

(End of this chapter)