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Zhongli Weiran was walking on his way back, the smile on his face had disappeared. The evening breeze swept past him, and his back was indescribably lonely.

Fang Ziyan followed behind him silently. He was a little scared and distressed by such a master.

Yes, how could someone really not care about the attitude of his relatives? How could he not feel pain when he personally took on the thing he once longed for the most?

After thinking about it, Fang Ziyan had an idea.

"Master, the Crown Princess said that before you move out, remember to dig up the wine she brewed under the pear tree in the yard."

Zhongli Weiran paused as he moved forward, tenderness returning to his eyes.

So far, only one person has asked him if the medicine tasted bitter. That person not only prepared candied fruit for him, but also made him a strange thing called a straw.

She said that there is something on the tip of the tongue that can sense bitterness, called tongue coating. If you avoid it, you won't feel bitter.

He looked into her eyes and did as she asked.

Since then, only sweetness remains.

Meng Jiao saw everything in the Duke's Mansion clearly through the system.

Parents love their children for the long term, so as an outsider she cannot judge who is right or wrong.

She just suddenly remembered that she was like this in the real world.

I experienced a repressive education since I was a child. My parents were the so-called rulers of the family until I became financially independent.

It’s not that they don’t love, it’s just that the love given by some parents is too suffocating.

They controlled her life and kept repeating how they had done their best for the family, as if all their pressure came from themselves.

On the one hand, they suppressed her morally and blackmailed her. Their relationship was more like that of a creditor and a debtor than that of a parent and a child.

Because of this, she was extremely sensitive and inferior for a while, until she seized a chance and made a little money, and their relationship seemed to gradually ease.

Love is always feeling indebted, not always feeling at a loss.

Therefore, she prefers freedom to returning home to get false recognition.

If true separation is not possible, then start with the most basic physical isolation.

I think Zhongli Weiran also thinks the same way. He has been shouldering the responsibility of the crown prince for more than ten years.

After finally getting out of that cage, he found that his parents had put new shackles on him.

I guess no one can accept such differential treatment, after all, we are all their children.

However, she thought that his sudden change, which she had endured for more than ten years, might be partly due to her.

I'm afraid he also took into account the many rules of the Duke's Mansion, and that he had been concerned about his indenture and wanted to leave the mansion very early on, and he obviously did so because he didn't like being controlled by others.

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Zhongli Weiran's relocation banquet was a great success. With the old lady in charge, nobles from various families came to congratulate him. Even those who could not come prepared generous gifts for him.

The onlookers only saw Zhongli Weiran's face at this time. He leaned on the unmarried girl from a small family in public, and her body did not look very healthy.

Originally, some people who saw the grand gift sent by the emperor wanted to stuff their unfavored but more attractive daughter into the prince's mansion to share a share of the spoils.

But seeing him coughing and covering his lips from time to time, I decided to forget it. Losing a daughter is a small matter. If I make this prince even worse, I'm afraid it will end badly.

Meng Jiao responded to every person who came towards them to congratulate them with a fake smile. If it was a woman, Zhongli Weiran would have a cold face and not reply.

If it was a man, no matter how old he was, he would instantly become sickly, lying in her neck and thanking her.

The body is in great shape, but she must put some white powder on her lips and put some pockmarks on her face.

But he was a grown man who didn't care about his reputation, so she didn't bother to care. It just so happened that she also liked their life to be low-key and not be disturbed by others.

The wedding date was finally set two months later after the old lady and Mr. Lu asked someone to match their horoscopes and birthdays.

As for Ye Hongyin, she is getting more and more used to not expressing her opinions.

At first Meng Jiao was afraid that she was feeling depressed, so she had a long talk with her. Ye Hongyin just looked at her with a smile on her face, indicating that she did not feel awkward.

Now that it has come to this, Meng Jiao also knows that her identity may have been exposed in front of Ye Hongyin, but she can't pretend forever. She is also gambling that Ye Hongyin can't let go of her feelings for her daughter.

Time flies, and more than a month has passed in a flash. Meng Jiao still lives a life of accompanying her master to provide free medical consultations from time to time.

The only difference is that I have a clingy fiancé who will always watch over me at the free clinic table.

As usual, Meng Jiao returned home after the free clinic. As soon as she got on the carriage, Zhongli Weiran, holding a handkerchief, took her into his arms.

Meng Jiao resigned herself to her fate by opening her hands and letting him wipe her. It seemed like this guy's mysophobia had hit the wrong target and it all backfired on her.

Finally, after applying the perfume, Zhongli Weiran leaned over to cover Meng Jiao's neck and blew into her ear.

"My dear, we are getting married soon. I won't be able to see you in the next few days. Will you miss me?"

The white earlobes outside the hair were covered with bright red. Meng Jiao only felt that the voice in her ear was bewitching and made her body numb.

"I can't do anything about the pre-marital rules. You, don't make a fuss. We are still in the carriage."

Meng Jiao bets that this guy is the worst person in the world. He is gentler than anyone else, and more seductive than anyone else.

He always gently sets traps, then lures me in little by little. By the time I realize it, it is too late and I can only gasp and let him do whatever he wants.

Either in a strange carriage or in some messy little kitchen,

No, no, today the master said he would introduce a senior brother to her, she couldn't let this guy be bewitched anymore,

When she reacted, she was only wearing a bra top, and Zhongli Weiran was still messing around her neck.

After forcing herself to sit up, Meng Jiao turned over, knelt and crawled forward, ran to the corner and swallowed her saliva.

The subordinate quickly straightened his clothes and looked at the well-dressed exiled immortal.

"No, no, not today."

Zhongli Weiran seemed to be hit. Although he did not come closer, his face was full of hurt, like a fox spirit wet by rain.

At this moment, with her big wet eyes and drooping invisible ears, she kissed his brighter red lips.

"Why, I won't go in..."

Meng Jiao closed her eyes tightly. What the hell? Although he hadn't gone in since the last accident,

Ah, that's not the point.

In broad daylight, she really has something to do today.

Don't listen, don't listen, the turtle is chanting~

"I, I have something to do today, you should go back and rest early. There are only three days left before the wedding, so please be patient~ Bai Bai!"

After saying this, she looked a little embarrassed, grabbed her skirt and got off the carriage and ran straight to the mansion.

After Meng Jiao completely disappeared from the mansion gate, Zhongli Weiran made sure that she really did not look back, then he lowered the carriage curtain and his expression quietly returned to normal.

He had already received the news that the old man's two apprentices had brought extra dowry today, so he couldn't just sit there and wait for death.

Thinking of the bunch of red plums left on her neck just now, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

How should I survive the next three days?