Bring your aunt to eat big meat, the scumbag father's family is furious

At this moment, Pei Shijiu was wearing a black fox fur coat with a bunch of fox fur around his collar. His face was exceptionally fair and handsome against the backdrop of the falling snow.

As he grew older, Pei Shijiu became more and more mature, and gradually became known as the most handsome man in the capital.

Qiao Jian'er walked out, held the oil-paper umbrella above her, and raised his hand to brush away the snowflakes on the ends of her hair.

"Be careful of catching a cold."

Qiao Jianer looked at the childish face and felt as if she had met her childhood sweetheart.

Yes, she met him when she was twelve years old, and they supported each other, and it has been almost three years now.

The boy was obviously good at scheming, but in front of her, his eyes were always clear and gentle, without a trace of impurities.

Walking on the street with an umbrella, snowflakes kept falling around me, and every time I stepped on the snow, it made a slight crackling sound.

The young man and woman felt all of this and remained silent for a long time.

After walking around three streets, we turned into an alley.

Qiao Jian'er felt that Pei Shijiu seemed to be taking her somewhere and asked, "Where are we going?"

"The girl that Da Meng knew lives in this alley."

"You figured it out so quickly?"

"Humph, you still have some ability."

Pei Shijiu stopped outside the gate of a small courtyard. The gate was ajar, leaving a gap. Looking inside, the yard was covered with a thick layer of snow. In the main room, a stove was burning, and a woman wrapped in cotton clothes was sitting by the stove, embroidering with her head down.

On a low stool nearby was a dustpan filled with cloth, scissors, needle and thread, thimble and other items.

Although there was a stove, the woman was reluctant to put too much charcoal, so the room was not very warm. In addition, heavy snow was falling outside, and her face and hands were frozen red. The hand holding the needle was even shaking.

In this way, the delicate and beautiful face and slender and graceful figure appear even more pitiful.

In such a situation, even Qiao Jianer almost felt a little pity.

In order to avoid attracting the attention of the people in the house, the two did not stay for too long. After seeing the person clearly, Qiao Jianer got up and left.

"Her name is Du Qinglan. I asked her neighbors, and they said she'd lived here for a few years. She had no family, no one to rely on, and she made a living by selling needlework."

"But this is the capital. Whether we buy this yard or pay rent, we can't support it by doing needlework." Qiao Lianer said.

This yard is very small, but it costs two thousand taels to buy it, and the rent is about ten taels a month.

"It is said that this house was bought for her by a kind person. As for the identity of this kind person, it is very mysterious and has never been revealed."

A cool look appeared on Qiao Jian'er's face. "If that's the case, they have a deep connection. Just based on this, Da Meng shouldn't have provoked her."

For such a beautiful woman to be able to live peacefully in this alley, she must have something to rely on. It is not certain whether she has any contact with others now.

And the most important thing now is not this problem. She is not sure whether Du Qinglan is safe.

The relationship between the man and the woman is unclear, so just get rid of her. If she is more dangerous, it will affect the entire Qiao family.

No matter what happens, Qiao Jianer will always prepare for the worst, and many times it has been proven that she is right.

I hope she is just overthinking this.

Qiao Jianer said, "Du Qinglan risked her reputation by claiming she had a benefactor to help her. Firstly, she wanted to show others that she had a backer, and secondly, she wanted to find a way to justify her survival in the alley and make the matter more plausible."

"Yes, she is close to Da Meng, but she has made no secret of it. Doesn't she have any plans to spend the rest of her life with him?"

Qiao Jianer deeply agreed with Pei Shijiu's analysis.

It's really possible. To put it bluntly, it's a bit like keeping a mistress. Du Qinglan did not hide it from the neighbors and did not give any explanation. I'm afraid that Brother Da Meng also knows about this.

Wouldn't it be necessary to desperately defend this dark history against the person you love? Who wants to leave even the slightest stain in the heart of the person they love?

Or maybe Du Qinglan was sure that the men of the Qiao family were generous and would not care about the past.

But these are just speculations at the moment.

After locking the location and saying goodbye to Pei Shijiu, Qiao Jianer went to the alley where Du Qinglan lived.

This time, she was wearing an invisibility cloak, invisible and traceless.

The door seemed to be blown open a little by the wind, just enough for her to squeeze in sideways.

However, when Qiao Jianer stepped on the snow, a footprint suddenly sank down, which made her scalp tighten, and she immediately retracted her foot.

I almost forgot that although she was invisible, her strength was still there, and it was especially easy to leave traces in the heavy snow.

Fortunately, Du Qinglan was still embroidering the handkerchief with her head down and did not notice the slightest movement outside.

Qiao Jianer planned to wait until the snow cleared before exploring again.

After she left, Du Qinglan slightly raised her eyelids and looked at the footprints.

The person behind her reminded her that Princess Feiluan had some special abilities, which made her particularly cautious. Could it be that she had been here just now?

Du Qinglan pursed her lips.

She got up, went to the yard and closed the door.

He felt carefully again and found that there was no romantic presence around him. Then he entered the room, took out a stack of letters from the locked drawer, and sat in front of the stove to light them one by one.

The mission she took on this time was the most important one in her life.

If it succeeds, her long-cherished wish will come true.

The letters were constantly being devoured and turned into ashes. A look of determination danced across Du Qinglan's pretty face, and her eyes were filled with an icy coldness of determination.

Half a month later, the intermittent snow stopped.

Soldiers shoveled snow every day in every street and alley, and residents in every neighborhood also shoveled snow out of their yards.

So once the snow stops, the streets and yards are clean.

The coldest winter has passed, the temperature has warmed up a little, and the snow shoveled into the gutters has begun to melt and slowly flow out of the city.

The Qiao family had seen enough of the snow and returned to Datian Village.

Qiao Jianer took action again.

The door of Du Qinglan's yard was still half-open. She was still sitting quietly in the main room embroidering. A large stack of finished handkerchiefs had accumulated in the winnowing basket.

Qiao Lian'er slipped in quietly. She could feel an indescribable alertness in Du Qinglan, so she deliberately stayed away from her and entered her room very quietly.

The cabinets and drawers were not locked. Qiao Jianer opened them gently and did not find anything suspicious.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard outside the room. It was Du Qinglan coming in.

Qiao Jian'er's heart sank. He quickly and silently closed the open cabinet, then stood aside, motionless.

Du Qinglan yawned and put the dustpan on the dressing table.

She picked up a handkerchief embroidered with mandarin ducks, sat on the edge of the bed, looked at it for a long time, and her eyes turned red.

"Brother Da Meng, I have no parents, I'm alone and helpless, how can I be worthy of you? You treat me so well, but it makes me uneasy every day."