Now that you're reborn, who would still keep a mistress for their scumbag husband?

"What nonsense are you talking about? Why do you care about my business?" Dou Jinzhao was like a cat with its fur standing on end. His eyes were wide open and he looked like he wanted to eat someone.

Ling Jinglan looked at it, smiled suddenly, and turned his head away. He leaned back comfortably, and then found that he was sitting on a stone bench. He turned around and handed the half glass of wine to Dou Jinzhao as if to apologize, "Drink it, it's my fault!"

He also poured himself a glass, clinked glasses with Dou Jinzhao, and drank it all in one gulp.

A drop of wine slid from the corner of his lips and hung precariously on his jaw. The outline of his profile was as clear as a hook. In the light, it glowed with a cold white light. His slender neck and sharp Adam's apple were like a knife that killed people without shedding blood.

Dou Jinzhao held the empty wine glass and stared at him blankly. After a glass of fruit wine, she felt a little drunk. She felt a little dizzy until Ling Jinglan took the wine pot to refill her wine. A smile flashed in her peach blossom eyes, "Feng Ye Ting Hai only sells information, not my body. If you look at me more, I will charge you."

Dou Jinzhao quickly averted his gaze. Fortunately, he was wearing a mask, so his blushing face could not be seen by him.

"When I was a child, I told my master that I wanted to follow him and didn't want to be the daughter of the Dou family." Dou Jinzhao's voice was ethereal and soft, like the first breeze in spring, warm and bright, but at this moment, it sounded heavy in people's ears.

"Why are you talking about this?" Ling Jinglan frowned and rubbed the top of her head as if to comfort her. She was not wearing any hairpins today, and when Ling Jinglan stroked her head, he felt only soft and fluffy hair.

"Don't you always ask me why I could not bear to marry Lu Changyuan?"

Dou Jinzhao slapped his hand and said, "If you don't want to hear it, I won't say anything."

"I'm listening, I'm listening, just tell me. I've asked you so many times and you didn't say anything. How should I know that you would suddenly have the urge to tell me again today?" Ling Jinglan coaxed with a smile, his eyebrows curved.

Dou Jinzhao took a sip of wine. "It's nothing, actually. I told my master that I wanted to follow him and didn't want to be the daughter of the Dou family. I like medicine and martial arts, but I don't like music, chess, calligraphy and painting. But at that time, many things were beyond my control."

At that time, she didn't know that she was not the daughter of the Dou family, and she still wanted to please her parents.

She also had an engagement with Lu Changyuan, which was a responsibility; she had to be the headmistress of the Lu family and could not bring shame to the Dou family. She got up early in the morning and went to bed late to learn etiquette, how to manage household chores, and to keep an eye on the intrigues in the backyard.

"Master said that I am a girl. If I were a man, he would have taken me to travel the world. He said that he hoped that I could live a peaceful life, and that Changliu Pavilion was given to me to give me more confidence.

His greatest hope is that I will become a noble lady of noble status, live a quiet life in the backyard, have children, and when I am old and about to die, my children and grandchildren will surround me and divide my inheritance. "

Who would have thought that these would be the words that Yao Baisheng, who has become a permanent legend in the martial arts world, would say.

If Dou Jinzhao hadn't heard it with her own ears, she wouldn't have believed it.

Speaking of Yao Baisheng, Dou Jinzhao felt very heavy. In her two lives, the person who was truly kind to her, held her in his hands, and supported her as she grew up was the old man with white hair and beard.

Because it was his master who said so, Dou Jinzhao obeyed, even though he paid with his life for it in his previous life.

The pavilion was a little quiet. Dou Jinzhao didn't dare to drink anymore. She was addicted to food and alcohol. After being laughed at by Ling Jinglan, she didn't dare to get drunk again. She supported her temples with both hands and was silent for a while. "You called me out, what do you want to say?"

Ling Jinglan asked, "Do you still want to know about your life experience and the origins of Mrs. Xie?"

"What do you think?" Dou Jinzhao looked up at Ling Jinglan. His eyes were clear and bright, showing a trust that he did not have in anyone else, and the lights were reflected in his eyes.

If it wasn't very critical, Ling Jinglan would ask Yun Qing to bring the message. He rarely asked her out.

"Then don't bother to know!" Ling Jinglan stood up and stretched out his hand to her, "Can you still stand steadily? This is the only wine I could find with my best efforts. Can this make you drunk?"

Dou Jinzhao sat still and smiled. She rubbed her temples and said, "Ling Jinglan, it must be very difficult to find out this, right? How much silver? I may not be able to afford it!"

Ling Jinglan laughed, "You can't afford it, you want to default on the debt again? Otherwise, give me the ten thousand taels of silver you earned from Lu Changyuan. Ten thousand taels, although a little less, but considering our friendship over the years, I will make do with it!"

"Can you please stop mentioning Lu Changyuan all the time? You're really annoying!" Dou Jinzhao pointed at Ling Jinglan with drunken eyes, "Do you know that you look like a child whose candy has been taken away from him. You want to cry but don't dare to. You're so petty!"

She stood up and took a step, a little shaky, "Ling Jinglan, you act like a decent person in front of others, but I know that you are actually a stingy person!"

Ling Jinglan's dark eyes were heavy, and he was not afraid that she would fall. "You are not stingy. If you are not stingy, you should pay 10,000 taels of silver first. I asked for information, but I dared not listen. And you still don't pay the silver. Who is stingy?"

"It's not that I don't want to listen, it's you who won't let me listen!" Dou Jinzhao stood against the pillar, looking up at the bright moon in the sky, "Forget it, I'll tell you a piece of news too, it's about King Zhuang, do you want to listen?"

Ling Jinglan's heart skipped a beat, and there was a moment of panic in his cold voice, "What news?"

"It's Queen Lu. If she doesn't survive this winter, she will definitely arrange a marriage for Prince Zhuang. If nothing unexpected happens, it will definitely be Yao Taozhi, the cousin of Duke Dingguo. This woman loves Lu Changyuan."

"I wonder if King Zhuang died at her hands later?" Dou Jinzhao murmured. Ling Jinglan was a martial artist with extraordinary hearing, so he still heard it.

However, he had doubts in his mind, but he didn't take it to heart.

He narrowed his peach blossom eyes and approached Dou Jinzhao, "You really don't need my help?"

Refers to leaving Duke Dingguo's Mansion.

"Hmm!" Dou Jinzhao looked him up and down. "Ling Jinglan, do you really not need me to heal your face? Does your face look scary? Are you afraid of scarring me? Don't worry, no matter how severe the scar is, I can heal your face for our friendship."

Ling Jinglan was angry again, "Want to see my face?"

Dou Jinzhao smiled and nodded, not reserved at all.

"I'll think about it after you leave Duke Dingguo's Mansion!" Ling Jinglan pinched her jaw and sealed her mouth.

Luoxia brought Dou Jinzhao back to Duke Dingguo's Mansion and stood at the back door. After Dou Jinzhao circulated his internal energy to force the alcohol out, he became much more sober. She looked back and saw Ling Jinglan standing on the other side of the street. The night wind lifted his cloak behind him, like a god who was about to fly away on the wind.

Dou Jinzhao turned over and entered the backyard, landing silently. However, at the back door, two night watchwomen were talking in low voices, "The eldest girl is also unlucky, getting married at this time. In the past, when the eldest lady was in charge, she would never have encountered such a thing. The dowry will be delivered early tomorrow morning, and I wonder how much is left in the box."