The prince spared his life! The lady has been reborn to save you

"Well...he is a scholar, he won't lie to me." Luo was sure.

"Chen Shimei is also a scholar."

"Who is beautiful?" Luo wondered.

"But Brother Wen is really handsome. He has to cover his face when he lives here."

"... "

It's hard to persuade someone whose heart has been given. However, the love between scholars who met by chance usually doesn't end well.

"He hasn't been back for so long, he must have forgotten about you. If he comes back, his condition will only be a burden to you."

"How about this, I'll give you some money, enough for you to leave here and have enough food and clothing."

"Master, I know you have good intentions, but I cannot take your money."

A'Luo shook her head, her eyes shining brightly, like snow beads melting and dripping onto branches, clear and clean.

"He used to be a rich young man. If he could go back to his good old days, I would be happier than he is!"

"I don't expect anything in return from him. Although I saved him, he also kept me company. I have been alone since I was a child, and I have no one to talk to. Fortunately, I have him. He has a good temper and is very patient. We can talk for a whole day without getting bored."

Ah Luo's smile was pure and bright, bringing sunshine into the dark room.

Lu Rui shook his head and muttered, "Sister, it looks good."

Chu Yizhao understood and raised his lips, "I know, I will go look for it this afternoon."

Looking at the woman's bright eyes, Chu Yizhao said softly, "You are a kind person, someone will repay you."

Ah Luo twisted her hands shyly, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise, "Few people praise me..."

Chu Yizhao pushed the silver ingot back and said, "It's free for those who are destined to receive it."

Ah Luo stared at the silver on the table and blinked, "This flower is very ordinary, is it worth it?"

"value."

Hearing this, A'Luo smiled happily and took the silver into her arms, "I know, I know, this is what money can't buy my happiness."

Chu Yizhao smiled and agreed.

...

After leaving the house, Chu Yizhao sighed, "It's rare for someone who has been lonely since childhood to have such a cheerful personality."

Lu Lin walked beside her and said, "Miss, I have heard of the name Xie Xiwen."

Chu Yizhao stopped.

Xie Xiwen is the descendant of an official. His father, Xie Qin, was a fifth-rank official in the Ministry of Revenue. In late autumn last year, Xie Qin was convicted of dereliction of duty and sentenced to beheading. His entire family of 65 was exiled.

Later, due to a flood on the way, only two brothers and sisters were left in the Xie family of more than 60 people. The emperor was kind-hearted and pardoned the two of them from exile and sentenced them to serve their sentences in a stone quarry instead.

"Before the incident happened to the Xie family, Miss Xie was promised to a distant relative of Concubine Dai's family. The young man went to the stone quarry to accept the marriage. Before leaving, he asked the prince for mercy. His Majesty issued an order that Xie Xiwen could be reinstated as a good citizen after serving three months in prison."

"What kind of person is he?"

Lu Lin said, "I don't know, but thank you for your loyalty. Your son will not do anything to betray his gratitude."

“Wonton—hot wonton!”

Lu Rui's pupils lit up, and he pulled Chu Yizhao's sleeve, "Eat!"

"it is good."

The delicious wontons are steaming hot.

Uncle Wang was wrapping wontons and thought for a while, "That's true. It was too far away, so I couldn't see clearly. The outline of the body was a bit like Luo's."

"Sir, do you know that..."

"one more bowl!"

Lu Rui raised his hand with great pride, with a pile of bowls beside him. The stains on the corners of his mouth had not been wiped clean yet, and there was a gleam of hope in his eyes.

Chu Yizhao changed his mind and said, "Serve him first."

Uncle Wang put down two curtains of wontons and said jokingly, "This young man has a really big appetite."

"If you come here every day, I will be rich."

"Pig." Lu Lin commented without looking away, holding the bowl.

Lu Rui was startled, and fiercely pressed his head against Lu Lin's shoulder, glaring.

"You are a pig!"

Lu Lin extended his index finger and pressed it against his forehead.

"You are."

"You are!"

"You are."

"Who are you!!"

"... "

"this…"

Uncle Wang looked at the two of them in astonishment.

"Don't worry about them."

The swordsmen trained by Wei Xingli all have bad tempers, and Hanzi is no exception.

Chu Yizhao held the soup spoon and squinted his eyes. "You are very good at cooking."

The fresh and rich bone soup has a thin skin and large fillings, and the ingredients are solid. It leaves a lingering fragrance on your lips and teeth after one bite.

"Hey, you know what, this is really the one from Jiangyang City." Uncle Wang gave a thumbs up and said proudly, "When Luo was a child, she loved to come here to help. She could keep herself busy all day just for a few wontons. What a pity..."

What a pity.

Before Chu Yizhao could ask, Uncle Wang pointed in a direction and shouted, "It's him, that's him."

"He was the one driving the carriage that A'Luo's family rode in that day."

Chu Yizhao turned her head and saw a servant in gray flash by. She winked at Lu Lin, who lowered his head, turned around and left his seat. Lu Rui didn't have time to retract his strength and his head was buried under the table.

"It hurts..."

Soon, two strands of hair poked out from the edge of the table.

Lu Rui rubbed the big bump on his head and followed behind Chu Yizhao, still mumbling, "Beat... Lu Lin."

Chu Yizhao stood in the corner and looked at the plaque on the mansion - Wu Mansion.

The residence of Wu Yu, the prefect of Jiangyang City.

There was a courtyard with three entrances. Snow was spread in front of the dark gate. Several servants were lazily sweeping the remaining snow on the steps, and the dirty black and gray water was poured directly next to the stone lion seat at the door.

The door opened and a middle-aged man in a blue-gray robe walked out. He carried a medicine box on his shoulder, held up an umbrella, and left with a sad face.

The snow-covered ground left a trail of unsightly footprints.

Chu Yizhao narrowed his eyes. He was from Qimen.

"Ruirui, stop playing around and tie that guy up for me."

"Be more aggressive."

Feng Huahe had just returned to his residence when he felt a sharp pain at the back of his head. He was not dizzy, and just as he was about to turn his head to look,

"you…"

Another pain. This man controlled his strength very well, so he didn't faint. Finally, he felt a heavy pain...

There was a noise in my ears, and I was suddenly awakened by the weathering. The sharp pain in the back of my head, accompanied by a dry tightness, came clearly into my mind.

He couldn't help but curse out loud, "Who! Who hit me? What bastard hit me!"

Chu Yizhao was listening to Lu Lin's report on the Wu residence when a voice came from inside the sack, "Go open it."

Lu Rui clung to his back tightly, and Lu Lin carried him on his back like a mountain, and walked over to loosen the rope of the sack. Feng Huahe saw a thick top and thin bottom shadow through the sack, and was still wondering what this thing was.

After the sack was opened, two bearded faces appeared in front of him at the same time. One of them had no neck, which scared him so much that he screamed.

"Ghost!!!"

Chu Yizhao was speechless. People from Qimen were always startled. "Stop shouting. I have something to ask you."

The cold voice brought Feng Huahe back to his senses. He looked carefully and saw that it was a sloppy Taoist priest.

He was immediately furious, "Hey, you little idiot, how dare you sneak attack your Grandpa Feng? Believe it or not, I can stab you with a needle and send you to see the Grandmaster!"

Chu Yizhao picked his eyebrows.

There is a reason why the people of Qimen have the rule of not getting involved in worldly affairs. This idiot who is still shouting while kneeling in a sack will not survive more than two years.

She raised her eyelids slightly, and Lu Lin understood, and slapped Fenghua on the head, "Be honest."

"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll break your legs."

Feng Huahe was slapped and stood there in a daze. Just as he was about to say something back, Lu Lin's ferocious face scared him so much that he knelt down on the spot.

A good man does not suffer immediate losses.

"You three... want me to treat your illness?"