An ugly girl starts off, then becomes a beauty

Running to the village was not an easy task, especially under the late spring sun. Although there was a sedan chair to carry Sangling to various places, he had to deal with people when he got off the carriage. He had to keep a clear mind at all times, and he had to accept people's flattery and politeness. This combination of punches was really not easy.

The day after she came back from the farm, she was so tired that she collapsed on the couch. She didn't even have time to wash up and fell into a deep sleep. It was Old Mother Cheng and Wei Chu who changed her clothes.

In fact, if she hadn't been concerned about Master Nie, she would have just called these owners over to the lobby of Jingsiju. Why would she have come down here in person?

I'm just afraid that the old man will find out.

After working non-stop for several days, she had no energy to think about Nie Ce. She had to be busy during the day and have fun at night. She had no time to think about it.

This is a good thing, at least time passes quickly.

On the fifth day, the account book was completely cleared up, and Sang Ling had some free time. She asked Cheng to find out if there was any news from the palace. After receiving the reply "no", she took Le Yile in the carriage and went to Gao's house.

It was only after this trip that I discovered that news from the south was almost completely transparent within the country.

Not to mention the high-ranking officials in the court, even the common people know something about it.

On the way, a stone was stuck under the wheel. The driver got off to check for a while. The place where they parked was opposite a tavern. There were several tables outside the tavern, and the noisy voices of the diners could be clearly heard inside the car.

"Big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shrimp. Isn't it just a matter of snapping our fingers to beat the king? We have been making such a fuss for so long, and we have even lost a general. It is so embarrassing that we are too lazy to mention it."

"In my opinion, he is still young and doesn't have that much ability. He might have been lucky to be in the northwest. If you give him a second chance, he may not be able to escape from the Turks. Now we don't even know if he is dead."

The third person's tone was more pertinent. "After all, he still has some real skills, but luck is indeed the key. I wasn't so lucky this time."

The conversation continued, and Wei Chu looked over worriedly, only to see that the young lady lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes leaving a dense shadow in her eye sockets.

"I will ask someone to go out and teach them a lesson."

Sang Ling shook his head. "Even if I can stop them, I can't stop everyone."

After stopping for such a while, she didn't have the heart to go back to Gao's house. Otherwise, it would be a shame to show a sad face to her aunt.

So he waited for the driver to pick up the reins and let him go home.

Afterwards, I carried Le Yile to the child's room and chatted with the wet nurse about my daughter's leisure time for a while, which made me relax a little.

But his mood was not particularly high, so he went back to the main hall of Wuyuan and sat down, preparing to ask Zong Xiang to bring two books over for him to read, when he met Liang who came over to talk to him.

"I heard that my sister has been busy on the farm these days, so I didn't come here. Today..." She hesitated to speak.

Now the whole world knows about the "missing general", and Nie Ce is Liang Ying's husband, so it is only natural for her to come and ask about it.

Sang Ling still patiently talked to her for a while.

"I know as much as you do, and we are just waiting for news."

"The Marquis will be fine." Seeing that Sang Ling was not angry, Liang dared to relax a little, "He is a lucky man, and the gods are watching over him, so nothing will happen to him."

In fact, these were just empty words, but Sang Ling didn't want to reject her kindness, so he smiled and responded, "Yeah, it'll be fine."

"If you want to go out for a walk, just call me. We can talk together." Liang was really considerate, so considerate that it reminded her of Shen Huajun before. However, in comparison, Liang's behavior was more natural, just like sisters who shared the same husband and had to stick together in times of crisis.

But how could she really regard Liang as a close sister?

So he continued to be polite, "Okay, I'll call you when I'm free."

After the others went back, Sang Ling did not look for anything else to do. He just picked up the book that Zong Xiang brought and read it until it was dark, and he did not finish that volume.

Zong Xiang glanced over from time to time and saw that the young lady's eyes had been fixed on the line of small characters for a long time. In fact, several people in the room had also noticed it. Cheng Lao went over to remind her, "You have been looking at it for so long, it's time to prepare to wash up and go to bed."

"Cheng, I have an idea." Sang Ling raised his head from the book, "Would you like to hear it?"

The servants all looked over.

"I'll go find him in the south."

"How can this be possible?" Cheng Ni refused immediately. Zong Xiang also immediately agreed, "Madam, we don't even know the road, it's too dangerous."

"What are you afraid of?" Sang Ling originally wanted to say: I'm just going to die.

But after a pause, she still didn't say it out loud. She only knew in her heart: Even though the conditions in this era made going out a million times more difficult than in later times, she felt that as long as she was fully prepared, all difficulties would not only be easily solved, but at least would not become fatal dangers.

It’s better than passively receiving messages at home.

"Didn't the people from the palace say that the Marquis wouldn't die..." Cheng Ai wanted to comfort her. But Sang Ling shook his head, "I also believe that he won't die, but I just want to go there in person."

This probably proves the saying, if he's alive, I'd like to see him in person; if he's dead, I'd like to see his body.

"What do Grandpa and Madam Zhaoyu say?" Aunt Cheng continued to ponder every detail.

"I was planning to leave secretly."

There was no doubt that the two elders would not agree. It was hard to say whether they cared about her safety or not. For the sake of Le Yile, they would not tolerate her mother doing such a thing.

"What about the young lady?" Cheng asked immediately.

This was indeed Sang Ling's biggest hesitation at the moment, but he clenched his fist and insisted, "She has someone to take care of her here. When I was in Gao's house, didn't the eldest lady and Fang Ni take good care of her?"

Mother Cheng argued: "It's better to have my mother by my side."

"I'll make it up to you when I get back." She couldn't care less, but after a moment's hesitation, she said, "Otherwise, just take her with you."

"It's crazy." Mother Cheng finally couldn't hold it anymore.

Sang Ling burst into laughter, it was all just a joke, he walked over and rubbed Cheng's shoulders, "Oh, just let me be this time. It would be worse than death for me to sit and wait for news. It would make me think too much and drive myself crazy."

Cheng Ai was completely speechless.