Chapter 132: Dongchang is doing business, please stay away!

Guest room of Jinyang Marquis's Mansion.

Snow is falling outside the window, the wind is howling, and it is freezing cold.

Luo Shuirong stands outside the window, her heart is in a knot.

Seeing the maid coming back with an umbrella, Luo Shuirong hurried over, "What's the matter? Why was Brother Guiyi beaten? Was he beaten severely? Where is Brother Guiyi now? I want to take care of him!"

The maid Cui'er held Luo Shuirong's hand and came to Luo Han's bedside, "Miss, don't cause trouble for Master Jian. Master Jian was beaten for your future. Don't waste Master Jian's efforts."

"Brother Guiyi just has a stubborn temper." Luo Shuirong sat on the bed with the help of the maid, supporting her stomach with one hand and her waist with the other.

"Master Jian is the eldest son of the Jinyang Marquis' Mansion and the eldest son of the Crown Prince. Even if the Crown Prince is angry, can he really drive Master Jian out?!" Cui'er covered her mouth and laughed, "Master Jian has set his eyes on you, so the Crown Prince can only compromise. You just wait for Master Jian to marry you to the Marquis' Mansion. By then, you will be the Crown Prince's consort and the wife of a first-rank marquis!"

Luo Shuirong listened to this, and the wrinkles between her brows relaxed a lot, "Don't tell anyone about this."

Cui'er: "Don't worry, once I get out of this door, I'll be more talkative than a river clam!"

After a while, another maid came knocking on the door. After Cui'er went out, she brought back a food box, "Miss, the meal is here."

"Leave it here." During this time, she didn't dare to eat too much, for fear that her belly would grow too big.

From Haicheng to the capital, the journey was tiring and the food was not good. I lost a lot of weight, but my stomach didn't grow much.

When I arrived at the Marquis' Mansion, I ate a lot of fish and meat every day. In just a few days, my stomach had grown bigger.

Cui'er opened the lunch box and brought out the dishes, "Miss, eat them while they are hot. They are all meat dishes. They will make you upset if they are cold."

Luo Shuirong took a look and found that these dishes were upset even if they were not cold: rice with oil residue, stir-fried pork belly, stir-fried fatty mutton, and old hen soup with oil at least one finger thick. The only thing that was edible was probably the green onion in the stir-fried meat.

There was so much oil, it was as if the oil in the Marquis' Mansion was free.

Cui'er picked up her leftovers every day and ate her face.

Luo Shuirong picked out the oil residue from the rice with oil residue, ate two mouthfuls of rice, and gave the rest to Cui'er.

Cui'er tried to persuade her a few times, but it was useless. She was afraid that the food would get cold and solidify, so she ate quickly.

After finishing the meal and cleaning up the lunch box, she found a letter at the bottom of the box.

Luo Shuirong was startled and picked up the letter. She quickly asked Cui'er to guard the door.

There were three black dots on the upper left corner of the envelope, which was the mark of the eldest prince.

Luo Shuirong unfolded the letter, and her brows wrinkled more and more. After reading it briefly, she threw the letter into the charcoal brazier and burned it.

"Cui'er, help me change my clothes, I have to go out for a while."

Cui'er: "Where are you going, young lady? I'll ask the doorman to call a car?"

The Jinyang Marquis's Mansion treated Luo Shuirong and her servant very well. Not only did they deliver three meals a day on time at two o'clock, but they also did not forbid Luo Shuirong to go out.

Except that she was not allowed to go to the outer courtyard to see Jian Huayuan, her other treatment was almost the same as that of a concubine's daughter.

Luo Shuirong: "Just say that I am worried about the eldest master, and go out to buy some herbs."

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There was no movement from the Dongchang Gong Pu Jingyi for a long time, and it was unknown whether the fourth prince had conveyed the message.

Jian Ruonan slurped the chicken soup. The chicken soup was really delicious and there was no oil. She was so worried recently that she ate one bowl less for every meal during this period of time. She drank more soup to replenish her body.

"Fifth Miss, Luo Shuirong just asked the doorman to prepare the car, saying that she was going out to buy medicine for the eldest master." Zang Chunhui reported.

Jian Ruonan's beautiful big eyes lit up.

Finally there was movement!

"Hurry up and bring me my battle robe. I'm going out!"

Jian Ruonan's battle robe was a thick camouflage cotton jacket, specially made by the maids for eating melons.

She trotted to the door and met Teng Ge'er who was about to go out: "Where are you going? Why didn't you go to school?"

Teng Ge'er bowed to Jian Ruonan respectfully: "Fifth sister, the Imperial College is on holiday, and I'm going to ask Brother Fa for help with my homework."

Wang Defa again?

Recently, Teng Ge'er and Wang Defa have been very close.

"Then you should study hard." Jian Ruonan called Teng Ge'er to her, rubbed his fat cheeks, and whispered: "Your sister doesn't like Prince Wang, you should be more careful when making friends."

"Yes, my sister." Teng Ge'er smiled playfully: "Fifth sister, where are you going?"

Jian Ruonan lied: "I'm going to the printing house. The New Year is coming soon. I have to give the workers a holiday and give them red envelopes."

"Fifth sister, don't work too hard."

Teng Ge'er waited for a while, but didn't hear her voice, so he said goodbye to Jian Ruonan.

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Factory Supervisor's Mansion, upper room.

Shu Zijin had one of his fingers cut off. Whenever it rained or snowed, the wound would hurt.

"Father, father, my son is in so much pain!" After finally waiting for Pu Jingyi to come back from the yamen, Shu Zijin held his finger and began to cry.

Recently, when he went out to play, he was not only ridiculed, but also got the nickname "Nine Fingers". Shu Zijin really couldn't swallow this.

He looked at his godfather with tears in his eyes.

Pu Jingyi was wearing a black cloak, a black wide-brimmed hat on his head, and black soap boots on his feet. His gray eyebrows looked like snow on his face, and he was cold.

"Drag him away." With just three simple words, the guards behind him immediately stepped out, covered his mouth and dragged him away.

Shu Zijin was so scared that his pulse almost stopped.

What is his godfather going to do?

Usually, when he got into trouble and was scolded, his godfather would definitely help him vent his anger. He has never dragged him away without saying a word like this.

After the man was dragged away, Pu Jingyi closed his eyes and rubbed his eyebrows.

He had always thought that Shu Zijin was his sister's son, but he was wrong.

His sister gave birth to a daughter, and the family his sister married into was poor, so they had to rely on his sister to sew clothes to supplement the family income.

Once, the elder sister took her daughter to work in another family. The family had a lot of work to do and was very picky. The elder sister was not paying attention and her daughter was kidnapped by a trafficker.

The elder sister was heartbroken over the loss of her son, so her brother-in-law picked up a boy from outside and asked her to raise him, deceiving her that he was an orphan. The elder

sister raised Shu Zijin as her own son.

Unexpectedly, Shu Zijin was the child of her brother-in-law and another woman, and had no blood relationship with the Pu family. No wonder

he was sneaky all day long and couldn't show up in public!

"Where is the person? Is there any news from Haicheng?" The servant helped Pu Jingyi take off his cloak and brought a basin of medicine.

The servant helped him take off his soap boots and soaked his feet in the medicine. Pu Jingyi breathed a sigh of relief.

Pu Jingyi stood for too long in his early years, and had some problems with his feet. He had to soak his feet in medicine every day.

The subordinate knelt on one knee on the ground and reported with his head down: "There is news from Haicheng that the young lady came to the capital some time ago and followed the eldest son of the Jinyang Marquis's mansion. I have just verified that the young lady is indeed in the Jinyang Marquis's mansion and is pregnant."

Hearing the word "pregnant", Pu Jingyi suddenly opened his eyes, "Where is the young lady? Bring her here immediately."

The subordinate said in panic: "Sir Factory Supervisor, the young lady is pregnant with the child of the eldest son of the Jinyang Marquis's mansion. The imperial physician has examined it and it may be a son."

A son is great. He has been trained since childhood and will not be as useless as Shu Zijin.

Pu Jingyi raised his feet to let the servant wipe the water off, with a sneer on his face: "The small Jinyang Marquisate dares to compete with this governor for people?" "

Where is the young lady? This governor will go to pick her up in person."

At the market, a group of Dongchang officials rode their horses and cleared the way in front -

"Dongchang is busy, stay out of the way!"