Chapter 271 Is she my sister?
Ji Ruyan never expected that her visit to Lu Feng would lead to him writing such a letter.
Although he didn't reveal his previous identity at the time, his demeanor was unmatched by anyone else.
Lu Feng wasn't stupid; he became suspicious as soon as he saw it.
Later, he met Xiao Zhang at the military camp...
It turns out that the county magistrate's son is the former crown prince!
He finally understood why his little sister was in a bad mood back then!
Crown Prince, you will be the emperor someday!
How could an emperor marry a peasant girl as his empress!
He worked himself to the bone to earn credit, and his family expanded their business all over the world, but he still couldn't compare to those aristocratic families.
Moreover, the emperor would have three palaces and six courtyards.
One is someone I would never marry, and the other is someone I would never marry!
Alas, we were destined to meet but not to be together!
Therefore, Lu Feng wanted to give Lu Qingqing some advice and guidance.
There are countless good men out there, why be hung up on just one?
...
Night, the sky is full of stars.
The entire Liuyun Village fell into a deep sleep.
A ghostly figure suddenly drifted by, like a stroke of ink.
The window frame was knocked on.
"girl."
Qiaoxiu turned over and continued to sleep soundly.
Lu Qingqing put on her clothes and went out.
Mo Lang reported: "Dingxiang seems to have an upset stomach. She went to bed early and stayed in bed the whole time except to use the toilet."
If Dingxiang's pregnancy was not good to begin with and she had been resting at home, then she wasn't impersonating someone else.
If her unstable pregnancy was due to taking fertility drugs, then it's retribution.
"Let's leave her for now," Lu Qingqing said.
Mo Lang probably felt a little embarrassed that he hadn't found out anything, so he wandered around the village again.
Then the report began again:
“That old woman Huang is cursing you. She said her youngest son earned one tael of silver a month at the cloth shop and learned a lot of skills, but when he went to the workshop, he couldn’t even earn one tael of silver. He’s not even as good as those ignorant women. She said her son should be the manager.”
Huang Pozi's youngest son is Li San. The whole family almost died from eating smuggled salt before, but Lu Qingqing saved their lives.
Mo Lang thought to himself, "This old hag doesn't know how to be grateful."
Lu Qingqing didn't care. That old woman Huang just had a foul mouth. She didn't care. She wasn't the one in charge of the Li family.
The workshop's system is meritocracy; as long as Li San is capable, his salary will definitely increase in the future.
Mo Lang: "Liu Erzhu's parents asked him to discuss with you about getting an advance on six months' wages so he could marry his wife first. Liu Erzhu disagreed, saying he'd only worked there for less than a month and couldn't possibly ask for that. He suggested borrowing from someone else first."
Lu Qingqing didn't let Mo Lang go and pry into other people's affairs!
That's hard to say.
Sometimes, a young man doesn't need to be so capable.
She yawned.
However, Mo Lang didn't understand her meaning and said another one.
"The girl from Xiao Zhang's family is reading the letter he sent to Xiao Zhang's wife."
Xiao Zhang doesn't know who wrote it, it's so cheesy.
"Oh? How cheesy!" Lu Qingqing became a little interested.
Mo Lang paused for a moment before saying, "I just miss it and think about it, saying I'm not used to not being held at night."
He said it was cold in the North, but he was too hot to sleep.
Mo Lang's eyes flashed with disdain: "His wife said to stop reading, so the girl stopped."
A little while later, they said to read some more, so the girl read some more.
When my subordinate returned, he was still pausing there, reciting something.
He really couldn't wait any longer; it was too much of a dragging on.
Lu Qingqing couldn't help but laugh.
This was written by someone else. If Xiao Zhang had written it himself, and Li Meng could read, who knows what it would have turned out like without someone else's input!
"Mo Lang, you don't understand. This isn't cheesy; it's sincerity."
If you want to say something, you have to say it. Xiao Zhang said it, and his wife listened. They were both happy; even though they were far apart, their hearts were together.
Mo Lang looked at Lu Qingqing in silence for a long time.
He understood!
Mo Lang flipped over the wall and arrived in front of his two small houses.
He had to write a letter to the young master that very night!
Upon entering the room, one could see that straw was laid on the kang (a heated brick bed), a mat was laid on the straw, a thick mattress was laid on the mat, and a brand-new cotton quilt was laid on the mattress.
He was somewhat stunned.
I reached out and touched it.
It's very soft.
Warm.
Even though he didn't feel cold, when he touched the warm blanket, he could clearly feel the collision of cool and warm sensations on his hands.
Why make a sleeping area so thickly covered?
Mo Lang felt strange, and a strange emotion welled up in his heart.
It feels a bit sour and a bit bloated.
He decided to stop writing letters and try lying down first.
He lay down in bed.
The kang (heated brick bed) had been heated, so it was really warm.
Mo Lang was a little confused.
When I was a bodyguard, when we weren't on a mission, seven or eight of us would sleep in one room on a hard bed with just any bedding. We'd sleep for two or three hours before shifts were handed over.
When we went on missions, we were in trees, under bridges, or in abandoned, dilapidated houses.
The bed was merely a place he would change his resting place from time to time.
He wouldn't covet it, much less use it as a place to rest and relax.
Even after arriving in Ming'an County and living in the county government office, where life was much more relaxed than before, he knew that it was just another place to stay, and he would have to leave sooner or later.
For him, the idea of sleeping soundly or getting a good rest was meaningless.
So when Miss Lu made him a bracelet, he didn't take one.
But--
Before long, Mo Lang fell asleep.
He had a dream.
In his dream, he had a father and a mother.
Smoke billowed from the chimney on the roof, and the aroma of steamed buns wafted out.
His mother called from the kitchen, "Doubao, a new padded jacket has been made on the kang (heated brick bed). Go try it on and see if it fits."
He went in and tried it.
The cotton-padded coat is so warm.
It's as warm as the kang (heated brick bed) in his house.
"Mo Lang—"
"Mo Lang—"
Mo Lang straightened up.
The sky was already beginning to brighten!
He slept so soundly that night!
Standing in front of me was Fu Leng.
He looked at Mo Lang with a complicated expression, and said, "Have you become so insensitive lately? I've already come inside and you didn't even notice."
He actually came in quietly, but in the past, Mo Lang would have noticed.
He became very alert.
But today was strange; I slept so soundly.
"Could it be that your body hasn't fully recovered yet?" Fu Leng frowned.
Mo Lang remained silent.
He hoped it was like that, otherwise... could it be that he was craving the warmth of the blanket?
That won't do!
"I brought some wild game and found two ginseng roots. Miss Lu's house isn't open yet, so please deliver them to her in a bit."
"Also, have Miss Lu get you some health-preserving medicine. Even when you're not by the young master's side, you can't let your guard down."
Fu Leng spoke at length, offering both warnings and expressions of concern.
"I'm going into the mountains. Send a signal if anything happens."
"Fu Leng," Mo Lang called out.
"The Empress gave birth to the seventh princess at Yuanguang Temple. My home is only fifty li away from Yuanguang Temple. Tell me, wasn't it the Empress who killed my mother and took my sister away?"
Fu Leng was shocked: "You mean the Seventh Princess is your sister? How is that possible? If Ji Canglin is really the Empress's biological son, then she was swapped with that palace maid who doesn't even have a rank!"
The Seventh Princess must have been born to that palace maid!
Besides, she doesn't look like you at all.
Yes, the Seventh Princess doesn't look like Mo Lang, but who says siblings always look alike?
All he knew was that the Empress treated the Seventh Princess badly, and he had seen her hiding in the flower bushes crying herself to sleep.
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