After returning to the house, Mi Xiayao began to prepare to open the Yuelai Building business after the year.
It was the end of the night, and the flames of the candlestick on the desk next to the window flickered on and off.
She put the pen on the table and pinched her eyebrows tiredly.
The smiling voice of the man outside the window came into the house, "You are very generous. He has already taken advantage of you today. How can you settle your bills with peace of mind when you come back?"
Mi Xiayao followed the sound and looked over, and saw Pei Xingyuan holding a jar of wine in his arms and looking at her with an oil paper bag in his hand.
Sneaking into someone else's private house in the middle of the night, before she could have calmly asked her mother-in-law to kick him out.
But today she had other things to discuss with him.
She crossed her index finger in his direction to signal him to enter the house.
Pei Xingyuan put down the wine jar and glanced at her desk, "Did you get scared in Weiyang Palace?"
"He doesn't dare to really attack me now," Mi Xiayao skillfully opened the wine jar and poured a glass. "Now that he wants money so urgently, he doesn't just want to use money to send officials off, win over people's hearts, and ensure that he is
The next emperor."
There were only two people in the room, and Mi Xiayao spoke frankly without hiding anything.
He glanced at her unexpectedly, as if wondering why she could speculate to this point.
The wine went down her throat and flowed down her esophagus, making her whole body feel hot. She half-squinted her eyes and recalled what happened in her previous life.
"Master, I came here specially tonight. I originally wanted to appease you, but I didn't expect that your mind is more thorough than the mirror. It seems that I was worrying too much."
Pei Xingyuan raised his head and took a sip of wine, and said casually, seemingly unintentionally: "I'll be ready later and take you for a walk around the prison."
"Go there..." Join in the fun.
She subconsciously wanted to retaliate, but midway through her words, her grandfather's figure came to mind, and her hand that poured the wine stopped.
"Now?!" Her voice rose slightly.
Pei Xingyuan held his chin, a faint smile hidden in his red eyes, "Tonight's banquet at Weiyang Palace, the Dali Temple Prison will be more relaxed, so I can find an excuse to take you in."
"You didn't tell me earlier!"
Mi Xiayao immediately raised her head and drank the wine in her hand, turned around and opened the cabinet and began to rummage through the cabinets.
Pei Xingyuan tugged on his somewhat tight round collar and looked at the woman's busy back. He thought that she drank two glasses of wine in a row and thought she was drunk.
"If you're drunk, don't..."
"You underestimate my drinking capacity." Mi Xiayao turned her head, her beautiful eyes flashing with sharp eyes.
The thoughts in her eyes were clear, and she really didn't look like she was drunk.
While arguing with Pei Xingyuan, Mi Xiayao took out a thick piece of clothing from the cabinet and was about to take out a thick quilt.
Pei Xingyuan's eyes twitched violently, and he quickly stepped forward and held her hand.
"Master is on my territory, can I still wrong him?"
"Who knows how you kind of wallflowers do things?"
Mi Xiayao's movements of pumping her hand and slapping the back of his hand were done in one go. He couldn't stop her and just let her do it.
Finally, she stood in front of him, carrying large and small bags, and raised her chin.
The man finished the last bite of the food and drink, looked at her stubborn look, and laughed angrily.
"If I had known, I would have just kidnapped you." He muttered in annoyance in a low voice.
But she was so immersed in taking stock of what she had prepared that she didn't even hear what Pei Xingyuan said.
Just assume that she thought Pei Xingyuan was going to take her out of the house and take a carriage.
As a result, the other party grabbed her wrist and walked to the center of the courtyard. The next second, a big hand was held around her waist, and her eyes were blurred.
The weightless feeling of suspension made her subconsciously hug Pei Xingyuan's waist tightly.
Next to her ears was the howling of the cold winter wind, which frightened her so much that she didn't dare to open her eyes, and she jumped with a feeling of weightlessness.
She landed.
"Why, are you scared?" Pei Xingyuan raised his eyebrows, his sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes were vaguely proud and arrogant.
It seemed as if Mi Xiayao wanted to vent out all the resentment Mi Xiayao had against him in the past few days.
The woman in her arms carefully opened her eyes, and first saw the door of the Dali Temple Prison.
She was excited for a moment, but soon her eyes fell on Pei Xingyuan again, and she met his eyes seriously and sincerely.
"Seriously, have you ever considered that if you can't stay in the capital anymore, you can still deliver goods quickly with the skills you just used.
"Think it over carefully, the door of my Yuelai Building will always be open to you."
Mi Xiayao patted him on the shoulder carefully.
Pei Xingyuan's face immediately darkened, but this woman even explained how convenient this job was.
Until finally, he walked straight forward and entered the Dali Temple Prison.
Mi Xiayao followed him closely and while trying to persuade him, she unexpectedly discovered that there were indeed very few people in Dali Temple Prison today.
As he went deeper into the prison, he even descended a step and walked towards the dungeon.
Each single cell in the dungeon was much larger than the one above. She suppressed her nervousness and looked at each single cell one by one.
Pei Xingyuan took her into the innermost single room of the dungeon.
The straw in this cell is thicker than others. Under the wall, a stooped middle-aged man is resting with his legs crossed and his eyes closed.
He heard the movement in the dungeon, opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Pei Xingyuan, the traitor.
"You kid still dare to come see me?!"
The old man's angry voice and scolding made him feel healthy even without looking carefully.
Pei Xingyuan had long been accustomed to Mi Lao's scolding, so he turned sideways.
Mi Xiayao was exposed in front of Mi Lao carrying a heavy package.
The girl had a fair face, and her eyes were full of shock and confusion as she looked at the grandfather in the prison.
"Grandpa...!" Her eyes were sour, and mist filled her eyes the next second.
This is the living grandpa... She was not late...
Mi Xiayao put the package on the ground and ran to the prison door.
The old man was also surprised when he saw his granddaughter whom he had not seen for several years. He stood up and his grandson looked at each other through the iron frame.
"Why did you come to the capital? Are you having a hard time in Jingzhou? How does that guy from the Duan family treat you?"
The old man was really worried about her granddaughter. He asked several questions in a row that the uncles of the Mi family never asked.
She patiently answered each question one by one, confessed her relationship with Duan Honglin and her current life situation.
"Grandpa, don't worry, I will definitely think of the best of both worlds to rescue you. You are suffering in prison."
"laugh."
Pei Xingyuan stood aside and couldn't help but sneer as he looked at the distressed look of the grandfather and grandson.
When Mi Lao saw this, he fumbled for a stone from the ground and threw it at the opponent.
He didn't hide, he accepted the old man's pebbles forcefully, and his robe was immediately stained with dust.
"Ayao, grandpa can't leave the cell yet."
Mi Lao's words made Mi Xiayao's slender brows frown fiercely.
"A Yuan's affairs haven't been finished yet. It would be most inappropriate for me to go out." Mi Lao told her calmly and firmly.