After rebirth, I became the widow of my mortal enemy

Thinking of this, Ning Miao stopped and sat down on the ground.

Chunlan was startled.

"Madam, you are..."

Although it was night, it was a busy street in the capital and there were still many people coming and going. How could it be appropriate for a woman to sit on the ground in such an ungraceful manner?

"Madam, please get up quickly."

Chunlan wanted to help Ning Miao up, but failed. Instead, Ning Miao grabbed her skirt.

Ning Miao looked up at her and said vaguely: "Wine, give me wine..."

Chunlan frowned: "I don't have any wine, and the lady is already drunk and can't drink anymore."

Ning Miao grabbed the hem of her skirt and shook it.

Chunlan was afraid that her skirt would be pulled off, so she quickly held her waist in fear.

She forced herself to take two steps back and finally managed to pull the hem of her skirt out of Ning Miao's hands.

"Madam, it's late, let's go back home."

Seeing that her master was indifferent, Chunlan had no choice but to lie: "Madam, I don't have any wine, but I can take you to drink, do you want to go?"

Ning Miao was immediately happy when he heard that they were going to drink, and he stretched out his hand to Chunlan: "Go, go, go!"

Chunlan quickly helped her up.

The master and servant supported each other and walked two steps, then Ning Miao stopped again.

"Where do we go for a drink?" she asked Chunlan with a stiff tongue.

Chunlan looked around for a while, then pointed to a restaurant full of red lanterns in the distance and said vaguely, "There."

Ning Miao frowned: "Far."

"It's not far. Let's just keep walking and don't stop. We'll be there soon." Chunlan coaxed patiently.

Ning Miao shook his head like a rattle.

Then he said to Chunlan with a stiff tongue: "Let's fly there."

Chunlan: “…”

Flying there?

Pretend to be a bird.

"We don't have wings, so we can't fly, but we have feet, so we can walk. If the lady wants to drink, let's go quickly, okay?"

"Fly." Ning Miao frowned and insisted.

Chunlan has a headache.

"But we can't fly, we..."

Before Chunlan could finish her words, she felt a weight on her waist and a lightness under her feet. When she came to her senses, she found that someone was holding her waist and flying into the air.

She screamed in fear: "Ah! Madam!"

The wind blew past her ears and her feet were getting farther and farther away from the ground. Chunlan was so scared that she hugged the person next to her tightly and closed her eyes.

After a while, Chunlan felt her feet touch the ground. She slowly opened her eyes and found that they had landed on the second-floor roof of a street shop with rubble under their feet.

She was shocked, frightened, stunned and incredulous.

While hugging the person next to her tightly and not daring to let go, she looked at the person next to her.

The lady can actually fly.

No, it should be said that he actually knows Qinggong!

The lady actually knows Qinggong!

Chunlan was still in shock and felt that the other party seemed very dissatisfied with being held so tightly by her. He twisted his body to try to get her to let go and even tried to pry her hands apart.

Chunlan was so frightened that her soul almost left her body. She said anxiously, "No, no, Madam, Madam!"

Falling from such a height would either result in death or injury.

"Madam, please take me down quickly. I will give you some wine right away."

Ning Miao stopped doing this, and then, just like when he flew up, he put his arm around Chunlan's waist and flew her down with his light skills.

Finally landing on the ground, Ning Miao seemed to have not mastered his skills well, and he and Chunlan stumbled forward several steps, and both the master and servant fell to the ground.

Chunlan was speechless.

Although the fall was not serious, it took him a long time to get up, and then he struggled to help his master up.

"Madam, let's go back to the mansion. We have all kinds of good wine here. You can drink as much as you want." Chunlan had a sad face and pleaded in a tone.

"No." Ning Miao mumbled two words with a thick tongue, shook off her hand, and stumbled forward.

At this time, a carriage was coming from the front of the street at a very fast speed.

Ning Miao was overjoyed. He turned back excitedly and said to Chunlan in a stiff voice, "Take a ride."

Then he rushed straight towards the carriage.

"Madam!" Chunlan's face changed drastically, but it was too late to stop it.

All they could do was watch her fly towards the oncoming carriage like a butterfly spreading its wings.

The coachman obviously didn't expect someone to suddenly rush over, and it was too late for him to rein in the horse.

Pedestrians on the roadside were also frightened. Some screamed, while others closed their eyes and dared not look.

Just as the tragedy was about to happen, suddenly a black shadow flew out from nowhere, flew towards the figure who was not aware of his own life or death at lightning speed, grabbed the other person and dodged to the side.

The carriage whizzed past the two of them.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that the two men had narrowly escaped the tragedy and no tragedy had occurred.

Including Chunlan, who was originally so frightened that her heart was beating out of her mouth. When she saw people being rescued, her legs went weak and she almost fell down.

Her face was wet, she raised her hand to wipe it and found that she was actually crying out of fear.

After wiping her eyes, she realized that the person who saved her was actually her second son.

She hurried forward and saluted in fear, "Second Young Master."

Yan Mobai clasped Ning Miao's waist with his big hands, his face looking very bad.

Ning Miao was still staring at the direction the carriage was heading and struggling hard.

Yan Mobai frowned: "Don't move."

Ning Miao ignored him and continued to struggle hard to break free.

Yan Mobai stretched out his hand and quickly pressed the two acupoints under her shoulder blades, and Ning Miao could no longer move.

Unable to move, he began to yell incoherently with his tongue slurred.

"Let me go, I want to drink!"

"I want to take a ride and drink!"

"I want......"

"Shut up." Yan Mobai reached out and pressed her sleep point.

Ning Miao closed her eyes and fell limply into Yan Mobai's arms.

Yan Mobai told Chunlan: "Rent a carriage nearby."

"Okay, Second Young Master." Chunlan took the order and went to do it quickly.

There were people coming and going on the street. Yan Mobai held the woman in his arms and stood in the alley at the side. He took off his cloak and covered the woman's head with it. He also turned his back.

Not long after, Chunlan rented a carriage.

The driver put the step stool away and Chunlan reached out to open the door curtain.

Yan Mobai picked up the person in his arms horizontally, bent down and got into the carriage.

Chunlan lowered the door curtain and sat on the carriage next to the driver: "Let's go to Yongchang Marquis' Mansion."

The carriage started moving slowly.

The carriage was cramped, the woman reeked of alcohol, and Yan Mobai frowned.

I don't know how much he drank, he was so drunk that even his lightness skills were exposed.

Because it was night, the door curtains and window drapes of the carriage were drawn, and the light in the carriage was very dim.

Yan Mobai held the woman in his arms, his face hidden in the darkness, his emotions unclear.

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When they arrived at the Marquis's Mansion, Chunlan quickly paid the driver before the carriage even stopped, then jumped off the carriage and prepared to go into the mansion to find a maid or a nanny to help carry her mistress.

We can't let the second young master, his uncle, carry his sister-in-law to Fangfei Garden.

But after she climbed a few steps, she turned around and found that her uncle had already got off the carriage carrying his sister-in-law.