Chapter 137 You are her biological second brother

Li Qingluo was indeed frightened by these words!

Blood-drinking syndrome?

The name itself is terrifying!

It's unimaginable what the old Duke might do.

Is there really no other way?

Pei Qinghong did not completely reject Li Qingluo's request: "Let me think of a way to handle this matter, and I will give you an answer."

Li Qingluo stood up and bowed slightly: "Then I'll have to trouble you, Cousin Pei."

That night, a light snow fell in Nanjing.

A charcoal fire was lit inside the house, and Li Qingluo, wrapped in a cloak, sat by the window, gazing at the snow scene in a daze for a long time.

This snow won't last long.

Then it will melt away very quickly.

The next blizzard will be the time when she died in her previous life...

However, the next blizzard is only ten days away.

In this life, many things have changed because of her choices.

In this life, she will definitely not die again.

Nan Jiaxing excitedly came to find Li Qingluo to eat hot pot.

"How about we have hot pot today? It'll be piping hot, and the chicken will be so tender it falls off the bone?"

Snowy days and pots are indeed a perfect match.

Li Qingluo also ate hot pot at the princess's residence that day.

I got to eat it again today.

She thought the pot was really a great thing; it could make whatever flavor she wanted.

You can cook whatever ingredients you want, and it will keep you warm in autumn and winter.

More importantly, the pot is indeed delicious, and if you don't mind, sharing a pot can bring you closer together.

A thought suddenly popped into Li Qingluo's mind: "Nan Jia, do you know which restaurant in Jinling City specializes in this dish?"

Nan Jia: "There isn't a single restaurant that specializes in hot pot. But I know that many restaurants serve dishes cooked in small pots. However, they prepare the food in a clay pot and then serve it on the table, instead of cooking it like we do."

"After all, if you're just making hot pot, no restaurant's customers will be able to sit around the stove and eat during the spring and summer."

Li Qingluo's eyes lit up: "But in business, you have to be original to get noticed. If I keep doing the same old thing in the restaurants of Jinling City, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive, unless I can be unique enough!"

"Besides, there's always a way out. In spring and summer, we can just try some new and unique foods, right?"

"We'll only sell this one type of pot during the fall and winter seasons!"

Li Qingluo had already made up her mind: she would open a hot pot restaurant with the shop her grandmother had given her!

With this idea in mind, Li Qingluo ate even more heartily.

After eating and drinking her fill, Nan Jia returned to her room.

Li Qinglu felt hot, so she went to the window to watch the falling snow.

Sparrow came in and saw that she had the window open, so she quickly came over and said with a worried look, "Miss, be careful not to catch a cold."

Seeing snow on her shoulder, Li Qingluo reached out and brushed it off for her: "Where have you been?"

Sparrow: "Grandma just came by."

Li Qingluo: "You still came even though it's snowing? Has something happened at the manor?"

Sparrow: "They said that the master was carried back from the palace."

Li Qingluo then remembered her father: "He's been kneeling before the Emperor for several days now?"

Que'er: "That's right. A few days ago, because of Li Qingzhu's matter, Master went to His Majesty to kneel down and admit his mistake. I heard that the Emperor was quite angry, but he couldn't punish Master openly."

Li Qingluo: "Li Kechuan's leg was nominally broken at Prince Yun's private residence, but it was the Emperor's Imperial Guards who did it. Now that Prince Yun's concubine has miscarried, even if the Emperor is angry, he is unlikely to actually punish the Li family for this."

"It's a pity, the royal family still owed the general's mansion something, and this matter is finally settled."

"If the General's Mansion makes any more mistakes in front of His Majesty in the future... it won't be so easily forgiven here."

Li Qinglu shook her head.

But it's all for the best. After this incident, Li Chaojing's fatherly affection for Li Qingzhu should be almost completely worn away.

"Sparrow, pack your things, let's go back to the manor tomorrow."

The days of taking time off should come to an end.

When we said goodbye the next day, Siyuan Garden was already covered with a layer of snow.

Pei Nanjia was very reluctant to part with him.

Li Qingluo: "You can come to the General's Mansion to find me. My grandmother will be very happy to see you."

Pei Nanjia: "Really? Great-aunt... won't you look down on my mother's background?"

Li Qingluo smiled and said, "Don't worry, my grandmother is the most compassionate person. Besides, you have the surname Pei!"

Li Qinglu boarded the carriage, waved goodbye to Pei Nanjia, and quickly disappeared into the snowy world.

A dark figure, wrapped in an extremely thick blanket, like someone wearing a mountain of quilts, silently watched her departing figure from the corner.

Pei Qinghong appeared behind the shadowy figure, chuckling softly as he hugged her: "Truly rare. Is she the only one in this world who would make you risk everything to see her?"

"If that's the case, why not go forward and acknowledge her?"

The shadowy figure did not answer Pei Qinghong's question.

Instead, after inhaling a breath of the blowing snow wind, it triggered a very violent coughing fit.

Pei Qinghong only started to panic when the handkerchief in his mouth was stained with blood.

"You! What am I supposed to say to you? If you really want to see her, I could find a way to bring her to you. Why go through all this trouble? Don't you value your own life?"

"How am I supposed to explain this to your mother after all this trouble?"

The shadowy figure waved its hand.

His subordinates quickly pushed the wheelchair behind him and took him back to the courtyard, into the house that was as hot as summer.

After gulping down another mouthful of hot tea, his pale face finally regained some semblance of human appearance.

Pei Qinghong was too hot to come in and just stood at the door.

The dark figure tossed a blanket into the brazier, gazing at the raging fire and muttering, "If she doesn't want to see me, why scare her?"

His men went back to invite her many times, but they never brought her back.

She was clearly not a woman who liked to be controlled by others, which he quite liked.

By a twist of fate, they ended up living in the same house, and he was content with just a glimpse of them from afar.

Pei Qinghong leaned against the door with his arms crossed and sighed, "Then you have to let her know that you are her second brother before she will know what her true feelings are!"

"I always felt that Cousin Li wasn't as aloof as you thought. She is indeed cautious, but she is definitely not afraid of trouble."

Even though he had heard about his grandfather's temperament, he still wanted to see him for himself.

Moreover, the person she covered for him last time was none other than Prince Su!

She's probably the boldest woman in the entire city of Jinling.

Upon hearing Pei Qinghong's words, the shadowy figure lowered his head and coughed violently again.

"cousin?"

He frowned slightly, and his expression became serious on his pale face.

“Pei Sanlang. It’s not that I look down on you, but you should understand how you’re living a life of constant danger.”

"So, don't provoke Luo'er!"