After rebirth, the prince fell into the hands of the princess again

When Rong Lou sat down, Tang Mumu clearly felt that the atmosphere at the table had changed. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it was tense.

"Let's be frank. This princess has never intended to harm your life. I have nothing to fear. Although we hate each other, the situation is like this. We must put aside our grudges for the time being and settle our accounts after this is over. What do you think?"

Linlang's image in Tang Mumu's heart suddenly became taller. She was indeed a remarkable woman who dared to love and hate, and was heroic.

Rong Lou met her gaze and said sparingly, "I'm very happy to do so."

"Okay, I was impulsive last night. Can you forgive me this time, my husband? I will try my best to restrain myself in the future."

Rong Lou almost spit out the tea he had just drunk because of Linlang's word "husband". He stared at Linlang in astonishment. He had really never seen such a...such an unconventional woman.

His expression remained calm, his hands hidden under the table had already been clenched into fists, and he said as if gritting his teeth: "Madam, you are too serious. I am also wrong in this matter."

Afterwards, the two of them didn't speak again, and didn't even look at each other. Tang Mumu was somewhat uncomfortable with the way they got along so peacefully.

The newly rented courtyard is in the east of the city, and Zhongzheng Street is just a few steps away. It is a good place to live with convenient transportation and frequent people coming and going.

The apartment rented is a small courtyard with three rooms, two master bedrooms, one on the left and one on the right, and a guest bedroom of medium size. There is also a small kitchen on the left side of the courtyard gate. It really looks like home.

When everything was packed up and ready, it was almost evening. Everyone sat down again. Even Linlang and Ronglou were so tired that they had lost their temper.

When Linlang brought the water that Ronglou had just poured to him, he just glared at her and no longer had the energy to argue with her.

"Cleaning the house is so tiring. It's even more tiring than wielding a whip. I feel like my waist is about to break." Linlang complained with a bitter face.

Tang Mumu stretched out her hand in front of Linlang, also with a bitter face, "Look at my hands shaking, I feel like they are not my own hands. It seems that I have to increase Jinse's monthly salary when I go back. This job is too difficult."

Tang Mumu lay on the table and tilted her head to look at Rong Yan, "What are we going to eat later? I'm so tired and hungry, but I don't want to move. How about you go out and buy me something to eat?"

"No, although we brought a lot of silver this time, there are always unexpected things when we are away from home. We have already spent a lot of money to stay in the inn and buy the yard. The prices in Xiling are expensive and not as high as those in Beijing. We still have to save money. After we have rested enough, we will buy some rice, flour and vegetables. Anyway, we have a kitchen, so we can cook our own food in the future."

Hearing this, Rong Lou finally raised his eyes and glanced at Lin Lang. He didn't expect that she would be so aware and could say such words. He really underestimated her.

Tang Mumu nodded, agreeing with Linlang's words, "That makes sense. Why don't we cook noodles tonight? We are so tired today. I will have to lay an egg for each of you later. This will be a good opportunity for you to taste my cooking skills."

"I feel at ease with you here. After all, I'm not confident that you will eat the food I cook." After saying this, Linlang smiled at Tang Mumu and imitated Tang Mumu's actions to lie on the table to rest.

In the evening, the place is crowded with people, children are playing happily on the street, hawkers are shouting one after another, the aroma of rice cakes wafting from all directions is tempting, and the atmosphere is peaceful and stable.

In front of the crowded stalls, a man in a blue shirt stood in the crowd with an embarrassed look on his face. He rubbed his hands helplessly, while the vendor opposite him looked at him with a smug look on his face.

"He looks like a young master from a wealthy family, but why does he come out to bully poor people like us? The world is really going downhill."

"That's right, looking at his appearance, you can tell that he must be from a wealthy family, but he actually came out here on the street to bully others."

"This kind of person should be sent to jail. He is not as skilled as others but he still destroys their business. He looks like a decent person, but who knows he is so evil."

People all around started talking, and the young man in green shirt looked at a loss. This was the first time he had encountered such a situation in his life, and he didn't know how to deal with it.

His sleeve was pulled by someone, and the young man in green shirt lowered his head to meet the child's pure gaze.

"Big brother, I don't want that hairpin anymore. Let's go back." Although the little child said no, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but droop, and his eyes were full of tears, as if he was about to burst into tears in the next moment.

The young man in green squatted down in front of the little boy, turned his head and took another look at the hairpin fixed on the turntable, and asked the little boy in a low voice: "Is that hairpin really your mother's?"

"My father lost the bet and had no money to pay, so he went home and stole my mother's hairpin to pay for it. This hairpin was my grandmother's dowry to my mother, and my mother treasured it very much. My mother was lying on the bed crying, and her wound would only heal when she saw the hairpin."

The young man in green pursed his lips, stood up and took off the ring-shaped jade pendant from his waist. The jade pendant was crystal white, and anyone with a discerning eye could tell that it was top-quality stuff.

The young man in green threw the jade pendant toward the vendor, who quickly raised his hand and grabbed the pendant, holding it in his arms like a treasure.

"This jade pendant is yours. This kid still has one more chance. If you dare to tamper with the turntable again this time, I will destroy your business."

The boy spoke in a frighteningly cold tone, and the people around him fell silent unconsciously. The vendor narrowed his eyes, looked at the jade pendant in his hand, gritted his teeth and said, "You said it, this is the only chance. If you don't win this time, the jade pendant will be mine. With so many people testifying for me, you won't dare to cheat."

The young man picked up a boomerang and placed it in the little boy's hand. Seeing the uneasiness in his eyes, the young man comforted him, "I'm sure we can win the hairpin back this time. Believe me, brother."

The peddler turned the plate and tried to move his hands behind his back several times, but the young man's eyes were like an angry wolf, staring at him motionlessly, so even if he wanted to take action, he couldn't find a chance.

The young man took the child's hand and threw the dart handle, hitting the hairpin right where it was. The crowd applauded, and except for the peddler who had a gloomy face, everyone else was smiling.

When the crowd dispersed, the young man in green took off the hairpin and put it in the little boy's hand. He smiled at him and said softly, "Hurry up and take the hairpin back. Don't let your father find out again this time."

"Thank you, big brother." The little boy held the hairpin in his hand happily. Just as he was about to run away, he saw a young man in white clothes walk up to him and stand still. The young man was handsome and dressed so elegantly that it was hard for people around him not to notice him.

The young man in white took off the purse from his waist, took out a silver ingot, squatted down and placed it in the child's palm, with a smile on his face, "Ask a doctor for your mother, remember not to let your father see."

The young man in white smiled and patted the little boy's head again, and said in a lower tone: "Remember that you are already a little man, and you must remember to protect your mother in the future. A man should not cry when he encounters a little difficulty."

The little boy seemed to understand what he said. He blinked and nodded, then bowed to the young master. "Thank you, young master. I'll remember that."