After traveling through time, I became the aunt of the loyal dog emperor

The original purpose of coming to Chunfangyuan was not pure, it can be simply summarized as: making money. Now Wan Ning saw that man being welcomed in first, and thought of his yard that he had mistakenly entered yesterday, he must be rich or noble.

In this case, Wan Ning was unwilling to miss this opportunity to make a fortune. So she immediately put down the teacup and followed him stealthily towards Chunfangyuan.

The start was bad. Before he could even step in, he was stopped outside the door. The servant was angry because he had just been scolded by his boss. Now he looked at him without even looking at him, and drove him away impatiently: "Go away, poor boy, where did you come from? Go to the other side. Chunfangyuan is not a place for you to come."

Out of her body's resistance instinct, Wan Ning straightened her back and asked, "You feel superior because you are a slave to others. How do you know I can't afford it?"

The servant ignored her, turned around and closed the door, muttering softly, "Humph, you smell like a poor guy, and you don't know what you are doing."

"you!"

Before Wan Ning finished speaking, the servant had already closed the door again. Less trouble is worse than more trouble. After all, Wan Ning still had her own main mission this time, so she didn't say anything. But when she left, she sniffed the smell on her body unconfidently. It really smelled like pickled radish. She had been dealing with radishes too much recently, and she was about to turn into a radish in her dreams.

"Hmph, this is the taste of success, what a tasteless thing. When I have money, I will buy you all home!" After satisfying her craving in her heart, Wan Ning clasped her fists and left, walking around Chunfangyuan, looking for a way to get in.

God will not let down those who work hard, and she finally found it. Although Chunfangyuan is three stories high, its back is very close to other houses, just enough for one person to stand. Wan Ning looked up and down, and it seemed that some blood in her body was awakening. She put her hands against the walls on both sides, and stepped on both ends with her feet to move up with difficulty.

"You are really looking at people through the crack in the door and looking down on them. If the main door doesn't welcome me, I will go through the small door. If there is no small door, I will climb over the wall. My little brother, you have to know that some birds cannot be caged." I don't know when Wan Ning became very fond of nagging, often saying things that he himself did not understand.

Using obstacles as stepping stones, Wan Ning gradually climbed to a higher place. She heard gentle breathing coming from the rooms she passed by. The young masters who had been exhausted from the night were still sleeping with their girls in their arms. Wan Ning was afraid of waking them up, so she could only continue to climb up carefully, and soon she was in a dilemma.

Finally she found an empty room. With a try attitude, she pushed open the window and a strong smell of powder hit her face, almost suffocating her. Now she tried her best and climbed in through the window. She immediately saw the messy bed and the quilt and clothes thrown on the floor.

The people have already left, but it is easy to imagine how intense the scene must have been. Wan Ning shook her head and sighed, "Alas, young people really don't know how to take care of their bodies!" Then she was about to leave stealthily.

The door hadn't been fully opened yet, and Wan Ning had just poked her head out when she saw the servant in the distance walking upstairs with a sad face. He must have been scolded again. She quickly closed the door and hid behind the pillar next to the screen. Only when she heard footsteps passing by and leaving did Wan Ning breathe a sigh of relief, stand up and walk towards the door, just waiting to find Miss Xier.

Just after taking two or three steps, the door was suddenly opened from the outside without any warning, and a dark shadow flashed in front of her. Wan Ning couldn't dodge in time, and bumped into his arms, and was bounced back two steps, falling on the screen and onto the ground.

Wan Ning covered her nose in pain, tears welled up in her eyes because of the instant pain, and she looked up at the man while cursing. She was still talking confidently, but her voice gradually weakened when she saw the man's appearance clearly, and she covered her face and turned away guiltily.

"Don't you have eyes? I..."

"Are you okay? Let me help you up."

Wan Ning lowered her head, one hand continued to cover her face, and the other hand supported the floor, and replied: "No, I can do it. I have something else to do, so I won't disturb you, sorry!"

Wan Ning felt guilty because the person who came was none other than Ziheng, the "prey" she had just chosen downstairs. It was really embarrassing to be discovered before she succeeded. Moreover, she was soaking in the hot spring alone in someone else's villa last night. If she was recognized and charged for cleaning, she couldn't afford it now.

On the other side, Ziheng glanced at the mess on the ground and understood what Wan Ning meant by "good things". However, he also had his own mission this time, so there was really no need to explain anything to a stranger. He stepped back half a step and stepped aside to make way for her to leave.

Wan Ning covered her face with one hand as she passed by him. The smell of radish on her body reached Ziheng's nose, which sounded familiar. She was very similar to the woman in the villa last night.

So he asked tentatively: "How much is the dried radish?"

Wan Ning turned her head subconsciously and answered enthusiastically, "Three cents..." By the time she reacted, it was too late.

Ziheng has seen her face completely, the face that often appeared in his dreams. He thought that he could only see it in his dreams from now on, but he didn't expect that it would appear in front of him completely now.

Ziheng's eyes instantly turned red. He wanted to pull her into his arms and hug her tightly, but he was afraid that if he pushed too hard, his fantasy and hope would be crushed. He didn't dare to believe whether this was real or just an illusion. He just felt a tightness in his chest.

Wan Ning wanted to take the opportunity to leave, and she had already taken most of the steps, but she turned back and saw that something was wrong with him. Her sympathy finally prevailed, and she closed the door and stood in front of Ziheng, tilting her head to check his condition. She asked, "Are you okay? I didn't touch you or bully you just now, why are you crying?"

Maybe it was just a fantasy, but fantasy already made people happy enough, and Ziheng didn't want to burst the bubble of happiness. He looked at her with tears in his eyes, full of love and affection, but with a sincere smile on his lips.

"Are you crazy?" Wan Ning asked, "You are a young man. You were fine just now. How come you are crazy?"

"Do you need my help?" Wan Ning continued to ask, but the affectionate eyes scared her and she unconsciously wanted to run away: "If you don't say anything, I will leave first? Am I really leaving?"

After saying that, Wan Ning turned and left. Ziheng panicked and grabbed her wrist with his hand. With his other hand, he took out a sachet from his arms and stuffed it into Wan Ning's hand.

Wan Ning didn't understand why, so she held it to her nose and sniffed it, but there was no smell. If she tried harder, she could still smell a few faint scents of mugwort. This sachet was given to Ziheng by Wan Ning when she said goodbye to him on the day she left the palace. She had been using it to relieve her longing for him over the past few months.

"What's that?" Wan Ning looked at him with disdain: "You're a handsome guy, well-dressed, but how come you have something so shabby? Never mind, I'll give it back to you!"

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and the servant's voice came: "Master...Master..."

Wan Ning didn't want to be discovered, so she looked at Ziheng pleadingly, hoping he could lend a helping hand.

"What's the matter?"

"The girls from Chunfangyuan are brought to you. Do you like to choose any of them?" the servant answered in a flattering tone, but his hands were already opening the door.

Ziheng looked at Wan Ning who was asking for help provocatively, and replied, "I already have it!" At the same time, he grabbed Wan Ning's wrist and pulled her into his arms, lying right in his arms.

Wan Ning also cooperated by straining her throat and making charming musical sounds.