The gambling god's wife in the Duke's Mansion is getting divorced again

The two followed the original route back to Zhaoyun Courtyard.

As soon as Li Jiu landed, Sang Wan jumped down.

"Let's go, why are you kneeling?"

Sang Wan wiped her nose and kicked Li Jiu.

"I acknowledge my crime, please punish me, my lord."

Li Jiu prostrated himself and kowtowed, his head banging loudly; Sang Wan's legs went weak and he knelt down.

"When did Zhaoyunyuan become a den of thieves?"

Sang Wan raised her head awkwardly and saw Pei Jinzhi sitting leisurely on the armchair sipping tea; Yun Que stood trembling beside him.

Judging from the situation, he is waiting here specifically for something to happen.

"My Lord, why are you speaking so harshly? Li Jiu and I are not going to be thieves."

Pei Jinzhi stared at her face and snorted coldly:

"If it wasn't a thief, then who did you hit this time?"

"Hey, look at what you said. I am a gentleman." Sang Wan smiled with dimples: "You have to praise me this time."

Li Jiu looked up and quickly agreed, "That's right, Grandpa, Grandma has found the antidote."

"Antidote?" Pei Jinzhi's brows twitched. "Did you go to Tianshengtang?"

Sang Wan pursed her lips and nodded, a smile overflowing from her eyes, and even Pei Jinzhi felt that the sky was brighter.

She took out a white cotton handkerchief from her sleeve and presented it to him as if offering a treasure:

"You see, we're saved. But it's all shattered into powder, and we need to go back into the furnace and refine it again."

When the word "we" fell into his ears, Pei Jinzhi lost his temper.

"Get up." He scolded Li Jiu, "Go and accept your punishment, ten sticks."

Li Jiu smiled innocently: "I acknowledge my guilt."

Sang Wan was anxious: "My Lord, Li Jiu did this for you. Why should he be beaten for his contribution?"

"Rules are rules." Pei Jinzhi stood up and walked in front of her, reaching out to pull her up. "If you take the mistress Suye out without permission, what will happen if it gets out?"

Her palms were very cold, and Pei Jinzhi couldn't help rubbing them.

Sang Wan pursed her lips and muttered:

"But we are doing this for you too."

Pei Jinzhi took out a silk handkerchief and wiped her face unhappily:

"Look, where did this little cat come from?"

Sang Wan hurriedly wiped her face with her hands, but ended up adding a few more streaks of black dust to her face.

Skylark burst out laughing at the side:

"Grandma, I'll go get some water."

At this time, the first rays of morning glow appeared in the gray sky, the red sun jumped out of the sky, and Zhaoyun Courtyard was dyed with a layer of golden light.

The two of them were wrapped in light, standing hand in hand, their eyes locked.

“Why are you doing this for me?”

"You saved me, and I shall repay you."

Sang Wan suppressed her heart palpitations, her face redder than the morning glow.

Yes, that's all; she was just paying off a debt.

"Sang Wan." Pei Jinzhi stared at her and called her name, "I don't need your reward."

"You want my loyalty." Sang Wan met his gaze frankly, "This is my loyalty."

Pei Jinzhi's eyes were slightly stunned. She actually remembered it in her heart.

"My Lord, you've saved me time and again, and that's what I should do. My father once said that loyalty is paramount in the martial arts world. Since you've protected me, I'll do my best to repay you. As the saying goes, 'A drop of water in return should be repaid with a spring.'"

Pei Jinzhi's starry eyes flickered across the myriad lights, and a smile shone from the bottom of his eyes:

"It's like repaying a drop of kindness with a spring. Digging a spring, hmm... sounds more sincere."

"Hey...that's what I meant."

Sang Wan blushed with shame, feeling that she suffered from her lack of education.

Pei Jinzhi took her hand and walked inside: "It's okay. Remember when I taught you to write? From today on, I will practice with you every day. Soon, you will know everything."

Sang Wan subconsciously followed him, thinking of Li Jiu's suggestion of learning martial arts. In comparison, she wanted to learn self-defense.

"But Brother Li Jiu promised to teach me martial arts. I'm afraid I don't have that much time, so I'd better learn martial arts first."

Pei Jinzhi raised his eyebrows, thought for a moment, and said, "Learn martial arts? That's fine. Learn both civil and military, a two-pronged approach."

Sang Wan was petrified: "What?!"

Brother, where is the life you promised us?

This is worse than being a beast of burden, right?!

*

In the mistress's courtyard of the Pei Mansion, maids were busy everywhere.

Kang was dressing in front of a bronze mirror while listening to the servants reporting on the goings-on in Zhaoyun Courtyard.

"You're already brewing medicine for the prince so early in the morning? Humph..." Kang sneered, "What a loving couple!"

Mrs. Liao, who was standing beside Kang, echoed with disgust:

"A servant walked by the courtyard and heard the stench was so strong it was almost suffocating. You said this prince was constantly surrounded by medicine, but he's lucky. He was only breathing his last, yet he managed to come back to life."

"For a dying person, even if he makes a threatening gesture, it is only his last breath." Kang pulled his hair with the comb in his hand, and his eyes became vicious.

"Madam, judging by the old lady's attitude, she values ​​this little girl very much. Seeing that the prince is alive and well again, we can no longer be soft-hearted."

Mother Liao leaned close to Kang's ear and whispered.

Kang began to comb her hair again with the comb in her hand, and raised her lips slightly: "That's it. Let's deal with that damn girl first! Be clean."

The corners of Liao's mother's eyes were smiling like chrysanthemums:

"Don't worry. Qian Lu is my nephew from my mother's side, and he's very efficient."

"Be more careful, don't leave any clues." Kang clenched the comb, her teeth itching with hatred.

If Sang Wan hadn't showed up, Pei Jinzhi would have died long ago.

"Ma'am, don't worry."

"Thankfully, thanks to you and Nanny Kang's help, the Princess Jianing and Ting'er are so passionate about each other that they haven't brought out the imperial decree to grant the marriage. I have to write to the master and ask him to let us return to the capital as soon as possible so that we can strike while the iron is hot and finalize this marriage."

"If the Second Young Master has the Rong family as his marriage partner, not only will he inherit the title, but he will also be able to be made a marquis and become a prime minister in the near future."

Mother Liao smiled happily and felt very happy.

If Pei Rong and his family accomplish good things, she will be the first contributor.

"Well, if he had any sense, he would have just died this time, but he came back to life. He looks just like my dead sister, half dead and half dead, dragging on and on, making people upset and confused."

With the help of Liao's mother, Kang rinsed her mouth with tea.

"Didn't the Madam wait patiently for the flowers to bloom and good times to come? Now, if you want to take control of this sickly man, it's easy."

Kang was half sitting on the bed, thinking about some things in the past, and sighed in his heart:

"Back then, I was a humble servant, serving my sister medicine. The smell of those medicines every day makes me sick even thinking about it now. It was you who stayed with me through it all."

Mother Liao smiled happily: "You are the master, and only when you live well can we, the servants, have a good life!"

"I see your loyalty." Kang patted the back of her hand. "In a few days, bring the maid you raised in the countryside here so I can take a look. If she's clever and capable, after Ting'er and the county lady's marriage is settled, let her be a maid first, and then a concubine later."

Mother Liao knelt down excitedly: "Thank you, ma'am! Thank you, ma'am!"

"Go ahead. Let Qian Lu do the job better." Kang waved her hand.

Mother Liao was overjoyed: "Yes. Yes!"