Chapter 28: Escaping Marriage White Moonlight 5 Self-recommendation

He did what he said. The next day, Ali went to the market again and bought two bags of radish and cabbage seeds.

She found Aunt Wei who was working and told her what she was thinking.

"Growing vegetables?" Aunt Wei stood up, wiped her hands on her apron, and took the two packets of seeds. "There are two acres of land behind the farm, but it's never been cultivated. I'm afraid..."

She and Uncle Wei had been servants in the Lu Mansion since they were young. They only knew how to serve others and knew nothing about farming. After they moved to the farm, they had no shortage of expenses and food and clothing. Those few acres of land were just decorations and had been left idle.

Ali's eyes lit up. "That's perfect. I'm recuperating at the farm, and I feel bad living there for free. If I could grow something on these two acres of land, I could sell some money and use it as rent."

After saying that, she ran out excitedly.

But when he arrived at the two acres of land that Aunt Wei mentioned, Ali's initial ambition had already largely dissipated.

These two acres of land were overgrown with withered weeds. Every few steps you took, you would trip over stones that appeared from nowhere. There were potholes everywhere, and it was completely barren.

Ali touched her aching arm and stood on the edge of the field, feeling troubled: she had only planted some things in her own small yard. Now, how could she start planting on such a large piece of land from scratch?

After squatting on the edge of the field and being blown by the cold wind for half an hour, Ali felt dizzy, but he still had no idea what was going on.

She squatted until her legs were numb, then she stood up on her knees and walked back in silence.

Uncle Wei saw her coming back and quickly called her, "Miss A-li, it's time to eat."

Ali put the farming thing behind him and responded, "I'm coming."

Aunt Wei is responsible for cooking in the farm. After the food is cooked, it is sent to the main hall first. After Lu Jingming finishes, she and Uncle Wei will eat it.

After Ali arrived, the three of them had dinner together.

Aunt Wei handed her the chopsticks and asked, "How do you think those two plots of land look?"

Ali took it and lay on the table dejectedly: "It's not as simple as I thought."

"What are you two talking about?" Uncle Wei looked over curiously.

Aunt Wei briefly recounted what happened that morning, and Uncle Wei laughed cheerfully, "So that's how it is. Miss Ali is truly hardworking, but she still needs to take care of her injuries and not get too tired."

"I know, thank you Uncle Wei." Ali agreed and buried his head in eating.

The most important thing in the world is eating. Eat first and then think about the afterlife.

She ate with relish, and Aunt Wei was delighted to see her. "In the past, it was just the old man and I who ate. As we get older, food loses its flavor and we eat less. But now that Ali is here, even the food looks delicious."

Aunt Wei finished eating first and opened the food box that Uncle Wei had just brought in. Seeing that the food inside had only been touched a little, she frowned and asked, "Young Master, you only ate this little again?"

Uncle Wei looked over and said, "It's been like this for the past few days. I don't know what's going on."

"I'm afraid we need to ask a doctor to come and take a look. If you are unwell, it would be better for you to take medicine early." Aunt Wei put away the lunch box and said worriedly.

Uncle Wei shook his head: "I told the young master a long time ago, and he just said there was nothing wrong."

Ali ate while listening to them quietly.

Aunt Wei turned around to clean up the clutter in the kitchen, and Uncle Wei rolled up his sleeves to help her. The two of them talked in low voices.

"Young Master has looked unwell recently, I'm afraid it's not because of the Master."

"What's wrong, Master?" Aunt Wei turned her head to look at him.

"Don't you remember? The master hasn't come to visit the young master since the beginning of winter. No wonder the young master is often depressed." Uncle Wei remembered the letter that the young master asked him to send back to the Lu Mansion the day before. Touching the thick stack, he felt more convinced.

Aunt Wei sighed, "Young Master is truly pitiful."

Uncle Wei nodded: "Who says it's not true? Other people's children are raised by their parents, but you only have us two old guys around you."

Ali wanted to continue listening, but he felt very dizzy. After eating, he went back to his room to sleep and did not even come out for dinner.

Aunt Wei was worried, wondering why these two people didn't want to eat.

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Sure enough, Ali developed a high fever at night.

She lay exhausted on the bed, regretting having stayed in the wind for so long during the day.

There was no light in the room. Ali was very thirsty, but he could only touch the empty teapot on the table.

It was quiet all around, and loneliness crept into her heart. She thought of her mother who stayed in the Pan Mansion. She wanted to throw herself into her mother's arms and act coquettishly without any scruples, saying that she was feeling very uncomfortable.

Her mother would definitely touch her forehead with her slightly cool hands. She tilted her head back, as if she really touched her mother's hand.

My mother was the saddest because I got married in a hurry. She escaped, but what about my mother?

It was a freezing night, but she was sweating all over.

Ali's eyes flickered for a few moments, and he slowly put on his heavy robe and went to the kitchen to get some water.

Uncle Wei and Aunt Wei were both asleep, and Ali didn't want to trouble them, so he walked towards the kitchen following the route he remembered. However, after walking for a long time, he still couldn't see the kitchen door. Ali was puzzled and turned around a few more times, but still didn't see the familiar door.

When the cold wind blew on her burning face, Ali suddenly became more sober. There was no door in front of her, only a wooden window, which looked very familiar.

Everything was silent, there was not a single star in the dark night sky, and the only thing that was on was the light in the window in front of me.

Ali walked forward a few steps and opened the window.

Lu Jingming had just washed up. His long hair, which was usually tied up high, now hung down behind him. He had a piece of clothing draped over his shoulders. His expression was still as cold and lonely, but he looked even thinner.

The candlelight illuminated his porcelain-white profile, which was elegant and graceful, like a figure in a painting, spotless and spotless.

Ali's movements made quite a noise. He put down the book in his hand and looked sideways.

"I didn't know that girls have the taste to peek at men at night."

Ali's already confused mind became even more confused. Her eyes drifted to the desk and she saw the teapot she was looking for.

"Well, I'm thirsty and want to drink."

Lu Jingming followed the direction of her finger and saw the set of emerald jade brush washers that Master Song had given him.

He withdrew his gaze expressionlessly and picked up the book again: "Miss, if you have had enough of the jokes, please go back."

Seeing that he didn't agree to her request, Ah Li became so anxious that her body became even hotter and hotter. She couldn't move anymore and could only pat the window sill: "I want to drink. Can you please be kind enough?"

Ali felt as if he was being roasted by several huge furnaces, his hands and feet were weak, and he couldn't escape.

Lu Jingming turned a deaf ear to her and became more and more impatient.

This woman is the worst liar. Not only does she tell lies one after another, she also uses other people's identities and names, which shows her poor character.

If she wants to act, she can continue to act.

"I really—"

Ali's crying voice came, but before he could finish his words, the person in front of the window disappeared.

Lu Jingming frowned slightly, wondering what tricks she was playing.

After waiting for a while and still not seeing her, Lu Jingming stood up and walked to the window to take a look.

The next moment, he opened the door and carried Ali, who had fainted from a high fever, into the house.

The charcoal brazier was moved in front of her, and Lu Jingming stirred the charcoal to make the fire burn more vigorously.

The chill on Ali's body was quickly dispelled, and her mouth became increasingly dry. She closed her eyes and murmured, "Water... I want to drink water..."

Lu Jingming casually brought a pot of tea and placed it in front of her, whose face was flushed: "Drink it."

Seeing that Ali didn't respond, he pushed the teapot forward again.

Ali heard these words in a daze, and opened his eyes with difficulty. He didn't even have the strength to pour tea, so he held the teapot with both hands and drank it in big gulps.

After drinking a pot of cold tea, Ali finally came back to life. He felt hot and cold alternately, and his whole body looked like he had just been pulled out of the water. Cold sweat soaked his forehead, and the black hair on his temples stuck to his snow-white cheeks.

Seeing that she had recovered, Lu Jingming sat down about ten feet away from her and asked, "What's up with you tonight, young lady?"

"No, I didn't act..." Ali was still very hot, and pressed his flushed face against the cold teapot, "I caught a cold from the wind."

Lu Jingming recalled the unusual warmth of his hands when he held her just now. "Since you caught a cold, why didn't you stay indoors and come to me? What do you want to do?"

"Water, I want to drink water..." Ali's throat felt like it was burning. She shook the empty teapot, wanting to cry but unable to.

Seeing that Lu Jingming looked as if it had nothing to do with her, she could only find a solution on her own.

The heavy warm clothes were unbuttoned one by one, revealing the close-fitting undershirt underneath, but she was still hot. Ali's eyes wandered around and she saw the charcoal brazier burning at her feet, and finally found the culprit that made her so hot.

She kicked off her shoes and crawled onto the couch in a staggering manner.

Lu Jingming was still thinking about asking Uncle Wei to invite another doctor tomorrow, so that the woman wouldn't get confused due to the fever and become a fool, which would be even more annoying.

When he looked up again, he felt like he was hit by a heavy hammer. The four big words "Recommend yourself for the bed" flew towards him, catching him off guard.

Ali was crawling and a little away from the charcoal fire, but was dragged off the couch by a strong force pulling his arm. The old injury superimposed on the new injury should have been painful, but the high fever made Ali's whole body reaction slow.

She was powerless to resist and could only see Lu Jingming's profile, which was so gloomy that it looked like it could drip with water.

Why is she confused?! She is the one who is confused!

Lu Jingming was so angry that his face turned ashen, and there was a rare rage in his eyes. He held her with one hand and was about to throw this shameless woman out of the room.

But as soon as his hand touched the door frame, he stopped again.

The woman was just humming and talking nonsense, but now she is silent.

Lu Jingming felt something was wrong, so he put A-li down casually and turned her over with disgust on his face: "Wake up."

Ali closed his eyes tightly, and seemed to be unconscious. The breath he exhaled was frighteningly hot.

Lu Jingming was stunned for a moment and quickly opened the door, but it was pitch black outside and Uncle Wei and the others had already gone to bed.

He suddenly remembered that there were pills for treating illnesses among the items sent by the Lu Mansion. Just as he was about to take them, his legs were tightly held by someone. He was not paying attention for a moment and fell down with his eyes black.

The cold wind blew in, and Ali shivered with cold. She subconsciously hugged the nearest thing to her, as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw, for fear of being driven out.

Lu Jingming's face turned pale and blue.

He finally broke free from her shackles and stood up panting. Ali, who was half-conscious, heard the noise and crawled towards him again, scaring him so much that he stepped back repeatedly.

Fell again.

The back of his head was hit so hard that it hurt. Lu Jingming lay on the ground on his back, as if he had given up on himself, his chest heaving.

He had never been so embarrassed.

After an unknown amount of time, he glanced at Ali who was lying not far away and gritted his teeth in hatred.