After listening to Ling Xiao’s narrative, Maolian widened her eyes in surprise, "How could this happen?"

Ling Xiao looked at Maolian, "What should we do now?"

Maolian fell into a long silence, and Lord Guan could not afford to offend him.

"Mao Lian," Seeing that he didn't say anything, Lingxiao knew that the biggest problem they were facing had arrived, "Take me away, let's leave here."

The next moment, Maolian hesitated, Lingxiao looked at his eyes, and he felt a fleeting dilemma.

"Mao Lian," Lingxiao can't care so much, "Take me away, let's leave here."

Maolian looked at Lingxiao, and he nodded deeply, without hesitation.

The two of them made an appointment to go back and pack up their things. In the evening, they met on the stone bridge outside the town.

"Later, the lady was busy returning to Yanyulou to pack up her things. She didn't care about anything. Those expensive accessories and precious gifts were not as good as the painting Li Maolian gave her in the eyes of the lady." Xia Sheng couldn't calm down her excitement, and she choked up her voice, "Miss must have thought that it was the last time she saw Master Maolian, she must have thought."

Lingxiao packed up some simple clothes, brought some money to accompany her, and tried to keep everything simple. In addition to the painting Maolian painted as a treasure and the wedding dress she had carefully sewn, she threw all the precious videos and gold and silver here, because she didn't know how long it would take to travel on the road, so she didn't want to be a burden to Maolian.

"Miss," Xia Sheng packed up his things, "I'll go with you."

"Xiasheng," Lingxiao touched Xiasheng's cheek, "We don't know where we are going. You will suffer a lot of hardships with me, and you will never live as comfortable as here. I still have a lot of money here. You can take it to settle down and find someone's life."

Xia Sheng cried and shook his head, hugged Lingxiao, "I don't, since I was a child, I have never been separated from the lady for a moment. I can't separate from you. I can't live without the lady. No matter how much you eat, no matter how tired you are, I will follow you and serve you."

Lingxiao's eyes turned red, and he hugged Xia Sheng tightly, "Okay, let's go together, we won't separate."

The two women threw the bag through the window, Xia Sheng tied a rope and hung it down the floor from the house. The two men, who were powerless, decided to escape like this.

Lingxiao didn't know where the courage came from, so he climbed down the rope bit by bit from the second floor. The rope was so sharp that blood bubbles appeared in his palms. When her feet fell to the ground, she smiled excitedly, and then waved to Xia Sheng, who was still at the window on the second floor, "Xia Sheng, come down, it's not scary."

Xia Sheng nodded and climbed down in the same way. Then the two men rushed to the stone bridge without stopping.

The stone bridge in the evening was just in line with the poem Maolian gave to Lingxiao. The light stone steps invaded the sunset, and the wind and moon were flowing in the sky and the cliffs of the sky. The small wind blowing by the river blew the woman's skirt waiting anxiously. The sunset fell little by little. Under the orange twilight, the shadow of the stone bridge was reflected slanted on the river surface. The woman sitting on the stone bridge looked at the direction of Maolian coming.

"Miss, why haven't Mr. Maolian come yet?"

"Don't worry, let's wait patiently. He may have something to explain to his family, and maybe there is still a lot to clean up."

Xia Sheng nodded. Another hour passed. The suburbs were already dark. Except for a few fishing boats that were not close to the river, there were dim fishing lights on it.

"Miss," Ye Weiliang, the wind is not as comfortable as the afternoon. It has begun to make people feel cold when hitting the thin woman. Xia Sheng couldn't help asking, "Why haven't Mr. Maolian come yet?"

Lingxiao sat quietly on the stone bridge. She was still looking around, her eyes straight at the road. Perhaps the person waiting in the next second will appear on that road.

Xia Sheng walked over and Lingxiao's body was cold. Xia Sheng hugged her from behind, and the two of them snuggled together to keep warm.

I don’t know how long it took, Xia Sheng leaned against Lingxiao sleepy, and Lingxiao sat there motionlessly. “Miss, will Mr. Maolian remember the time wrong?”

Lingxiao shook her head. She didn't know, she really didn't know. When he remembered that inadvertent contradiction appeared between Maolian's eyebrows when she asked Maolian to take her away, he did he hesitate for a moment and she didn't dare to think about it.

All night, Lingxiao and Xiasheng were waiting on the stone bridge. The dew in the morning fell on the two of them. The clothes were already wet, and the hanging hair was already wet. Xiasheng couldn't help but fall asleep while leaning beside Lingxiao's shoulder.

Lingxiao looked at the road empty-eyed, until the sun rose from the river, and the warm light of the sun hit Lingxiao's pale face. Her eyes closed slightly, and there was no light, and she just stared at the front.

Xia Sheng was disturbed by the sun, woke up from her sleepy sleepy eyes, "Miss, you haven't slept all night?"

Xia Sheng touched Lingxiao's cold and wet body. Lingxiao turned his head and slowly said, "He didn't come."

"Let's go to his house to have a look." Xia Sheng felt that Maolian had remembered the wrong time and place, and maybe she was waiting for them in an unknown place.

Lingxiao nodded, moved his stiff body and slowly stood up.

The two of them were sleepy and hungry, and they came to the door of Li's house slowly because they waited for a night.

Lingxiao held the door and finally someone opened it for a long time. He was a young servant.

"Who are you looking for?"

"I'll look for Li Maolian." Ling Xiao said weakly.

"Young Master hasn't gotten up yet." The servant said calmly.

Lingxiao's heart suddenly became cold. He did not come. He didn't want her anymore, so he naturally wouldn't take her away.

The servant looked at the lost girl with a tired face, "You can come back later."

Ling Xiao bit his lower lip and rushed in from nowhere.

"Why did you break in by yourself, girl?"

"Li Maolian!" Ling Xiao ran in and shouted, crying, "Li Maolian, come out!"

After a while, all the servants who heard the sound rushed over, including Li Maochun and Old Butler Li.

The servants stood up Lingxiao and blocked her way.

"Li Maolian, come out, come out, I ask you, I want to ask you, why don't you come?!" Lingxiao cried out, and the servants grabbed her clothes and arms, but she couldn't move.

Maochun frowned, "Don't bother Maolian anymore, he has already lost his way and will not leave you."

Lingxiao was stunned and stopped struggling. Looking at Li Maochun on the stone steps, she seemed even more humble.

"You ask him out, I want to ask him, even if it is true, I want him to tell me in person!"

"How can you, a shameless brothel woman, be worthy of him? Don't hurt him anymore." Old Butler Li looked at Lingxiao with disgust, feeling that she looked so ugly at this moment.

This sentence of the brothel woman poked the softest part in Lingxiao's heart. She suddenly collapsed. The servants let go of their hands. The fatigue of the night and the blow just now made her fall to the ground. She supported her body weakly and her long hair drooped down.

"Our second young master is still going to participate in the provincial examination. He has a bright future. If you are with him, you will only harm him." Butler Li obviously felt that the blow he had just now was not enough, so he continued.

Lingxiao looked at the ground in a daze, and a drop of tears slid out of his eyes and fell on the cold ground. For a moment, tears turned into beads that had been stripped off, falling one by one.

Lingxiao stood up slowly with all her strength. Her hair was scattered. All the sudden blows made her lose weight overnight and her face became more haggard. She smiled bitterly and shook her head. Without looking at the two people who were tall on the stone steps, she turned around and walked out. The servants made a way out and watched her leave.

Butler Li, hiding in the corner, watched all this, and he could not forget Ling Xiao's last expression. He was so sad, his face and pale face that looked like he was about to die, so his heart trembled.

Lingxiao and the others walked out of the Li family bit by bit from the way their servants made way. The moment she walked out, the door was closed.

Xia Sheng came up and said, "Miss!" She looked at Lingxiao with concern, and Lingxiao's body fell on Xia Sheng.

Lingxiao did not cry anymore. She just looked ahead with her eyes dazed. Xia Sheng held Lingxiao, and Lingxiao's bag slid off Xia Sheng's body, and she did not pick it up again.

The two left the Li family step by step.

When Lingxiao and the others walked away, Butler Li opened the door, looked at their backs, and then noticed the bag in front of the door. He picked it up and walked back to the Li family.

"Miss, where are we going?" Xia Sheng looked at Lingxiao, and Lingxiao's head leaned against Xia Sheng.

"Yanyu Tower." Ling Xiao said these three words weakly.

Xia Sheng dragged the tired Lingxiao back to Yanyu Tower. The moment he entered the door, the madam and other girls in the building were stunned. Originally, the entire Yanyu Tower was worried about how to explain to Lord Guan, who had come to pick him up tomorrow morning because of Lingxiao's private escape last night. Unexpectedly, Lingxiao was back.

The madam walked up angrily, "You dare to escape privately. Lord Guan will pick you up tomorrow morning. At this time, you actually escape privately?"

Lingxiao didn't even raise his eyes, "Mom," she never called the madam, "I'm worried about you. I'm back, and I'll get into the sedan chair tomorrow morning."

As soon as these words were said, the rest of the people were even more confused.

Lingxiao and Xiasheng slowly went upstairs and returned to their room. The moment they heard the door closed, the madam and the others came to their senses.

Lingxiao returned to the room and sat on the bed. Xiasheng sat opposite her. Lingxiao's eyes had dried up, no tears, and no expression on his face.

"Miss, I know you feel uncomfortable, just cry."

Lingxiao was still expressionless. Xia Sheng touched her cold face and looked at her with distress. "Do you really want to marry Lord Guan?"

Lingxiao gradually raised his eyes, and there was no dazzling look in her big eyes. She forced a smile and nodded.

Xia Sheng hugged Lingxiao, leaned on her shoulder and began to cry, as if he was crying in a heart-wrenching voice instead of Lingxiao's grievance.

The next morning, Lord Guan’s sedan chair was indeed waiting in front of Yanyu Building on time. Lingxiao, who had been sitting in front of the dressing table for a night, jumped into the sun as the first ray of light came, calmly picked up the rouge and smeared it in front of the mirror.

Drawing the green indians, applying fine powder, bit by bit, and as detailed as possible, finally folding up a beautiful bun and inserting the most beautiful jade tube.

Xia Sheng pushed the door and saw that Ling Xiao had already changed into a red dress in front of the dressing table. Ling Xiao's skin was like snow in the blood-red wedding dress.

She turned around and raised an intoxicating smile, and Xia Sheng was fascinated by the sight.

"Am I beautiful?"

Xia Sheng couldn't speak, Lingxiao was as beautiful as a fairy.

"Miss, that phoenix can't be found."

"No need," Ling Xiao stroked the hair left on his chest and smiled again, "That's enough, help me put on the phoenix crown."

"Miss." Xia Sheng didn't understand what was wrong with Ling Xiao, and there was a hint of worry in his expression.
Chapter completed!