Cut off my tendons in my hands and feet to make me marry? Prepare to die!

The Lu family's huge convoy headed towards the Dingbei Palace, attracting the people of the capital to stop and watch.

"Is this a member of the Lu clan? He is indeed very wealthy."

"What's that? My uncle's son's brother-in-law was on duty at the city gate yesterday and saw the Lu family's convoy entering the city. Wow! There were more than 20 carriages loaded with supplies! They were delivered directly to the Dingbei Palace yesterday."

"More than twenty carriages! No wonder the West City Road was so congested yesterday!"

"Although General Yue's mother has long passed away, fortunately her uncles love her dearly. Whoever can marry General Yue in the future will surely be rich for at least three generations!"

"That's fine, but General Yue has to go to war. How can she have time to get married and have children?"

"Are you still thinking about it? It's not our turn yet, go home and have a shower!"

The discussions of the people in the capital did not reach Yue Zihuan's ears for a while.

He stood in front of the gate of Feng's house, awkwardly straightened his wrinkled robe, and for a long time he couldn't muster up the courage to go forward and knock on the door.

Xiaolou should not be at home at this moment, probably only Aunt Rong is there.

It is better to face Aunt Rong in an awkward situation than to face Xiaolou in an awkward situation.

In a warm room in Feng's house, Lu Qingrong frowned slightly, then woke up from her sleep.

"Amei, Yue Zihuan is outside the house, go find a way to chase him away!"

Lu Qingrong looked towards the gate, her face full of disgust and impatience.

Upon hearing this, Feng Xiaolou's wet nurse put down her needlework, stood up and smiled disdainfully:

"He's here to ask us for money?"

"Ma'am, please rest assured. I'll be back soon!"

The door opened and closed, Lu Qingrong turned over with a tired look on her face, closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

At this moment, Yue Zihuan finally bravely went to knock on the door, but he heard the door creak open from the inside.

Feng Xiaolou's wet nurse was about to go out with a bundle in her arms. When she saw Yue Zihuan, she exclaimed in surprise:

"Master? Why are you here?"

Then, without waiting for Yue Zihuan to speak, her eyes turned red:

"I was just about to come look for you! What are you going to do in this cold weather?"

After hearing this, Yue Zihuan finally felt a hint of warmth in the cold winter.

His mother was gone, his father had severed all ties with him, his second brother was too ignorant to listen to any explanation, and Yue Ran had never taken him seriously.

In this vast world, after all, only here in Xiaolou there is someone who cares about him.

"Aunt Mei, now I can only do hard labor to make a living..."

Yue Zihuan was too embarrassed to speak up, but still spoke up:

"So, do you need any help here?"

If he could stay in Feng's house, perhaps he would be able to see Xiaolou from time to time. Even if it was hard labor, he would feel happy in his heart.

Aunt Mei sighed:

"What are you talking about, young master? How can we allow you to be a servant here? This is too much for us!"

She handed the bundle in her hand to Yue Zihuan and said softly:

"Here is one hundred taels of silver, as well as two sets of winter clothes and a pair of shoes, all made for you by our young lady."

"I was afraid that the needlework was not delicate enough and the size was not right, so I didn't dare to give it to you. Now I hope you don't mind it, Master. How about using it first?"

Yue Zihuan was stunned for a moment, and then his whole body felt warm as if he had drunk a big bowl of hot chicken soup.

Xiaolou made clothes and shoes for him personally?

She is such a silly girl. He is so happy that he doesn't have time to complain about her.

He solemnly took the bag from Aunt Mei, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his face.

But, if the Feng family won’t take him in, where should he go?

Aunt Mei looked at Yue Zihuan in embarrassment:

"Master, our young lady is in a difficult situation right now."

"She has a low status in the Eastern Palace, and she has to be on tenterhooks at every step. If you enter here at this critical moment, and His Majesty finds out, her life will become even more difficult..."

"Just think of me as a cruel nurse, taking advantage of the fact that the young lady knows nothing. My dear, would you please find another place to live first?"

Aunt Mei's pleading voice was like steel needles piercing Yue Zihuan's heart.

He didn't blame Aunt Mei. His coming to Lihua Lane today would indeed cause Xiaolou to become related to him.

Originally, he thought that hiding in Feng's house and doing hard labor might not be that risky.

Now Aunt Mei's words made him sober up.

Yes, His Majesty hates him so much, if he knew that Xiaolou took him in...

Yue Zihuan closed his eyes and had already made up his mind.

"Aunt Mei, I understand. I will not come here easily again in the future. You... don't have to tell Xiaolou that I have been here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yue Zihuan decisively turned around and left with his bag.

In the coldest days of winter, the winter wind is not gentle at all, but rather harsh and biting.

Between heaven and earth, only the clothes made for him by the small building in his arms were like a warm stove, protecting the hope in his heart.

The kind and warm little building will surely be famous in the future.

When that day comes, he will always be by her side.

Aunt Mei stood at the gate of Feng's residence, watching Yue Zihuan's back as he disappeared into the alley. Then her eyes turned cold, she spat lightly, and turned around to close the door.

"I gave my nephew two sets of clothes and a pair of shoes for nothing. Now I have to redo them!"

Aunt Mei walked away feeling indignant.

Fortunately, Yue Zihuan still had deep feelings for the young lady. Just now, she appealed to his emotions by promising him the young lady's future, and he believed her.

I guess Yue Zihuan will take the initiative to avoid the young lady for a period of time.

She sighed.

The men chosen by the madam for the young lady are indeed deeply in love with her and easy to manipulate.

It’s a pity that they are all as incompetent as each other when it comes to doing things.

If there could be a truly strong man who would fall at my feet, I wouldn't have to work as hard as I do now.

Dingbei Palace.

Yue Yuan was sitting in a wheelchair, being pushed by Concubine Qin and Concubine Liu, waiting at the main gate of the palace to welcome the Lu family.

Lu Changhuai got off his horse and saw Yue Yuan's leg broken at the knee, and his head had several times more white hair than his peers. He had no way to vent the frustration caused by Yue Zihuan for a while.

"Big brother, third brother, third sister-in-law, and are these Qin Lin and the others? Have they all grown up this much?"

When Yue Yuan saw Lu Changqing's four children, he couldn't help but feel filled with emotion.

Time flies. Ten years have passed since Qingyue passed away, and the next generation of children have grown up.

"You, you, I don't know what to say to you!"

Lu Changqing, who originally wanted to punch Yue Yuan twice as soon as he saw him, reached out and pointed at Yue Yuan, feeling equally depressed.

The feeling of beating up a lively King Dingbei and beating up a haggard disabled person are completely different.

Lu Changhuai stood with his hands behind his back, nodded slightly to Concubine Qin and Concubine Liu, then looked at Yue Yuan:

"To tell you the truth, our family came to Beijing just to seek justice from you for Ranran!"

"Although you have written a letter of severance to Yue Zihuan, it is the father's fault if the son is not well educated. You are to blame for Yue Zihuan's growth."