Chapter 21 Encountering an old man is like touching porcelain?
At this moment, Mu Lingwei saw the disgust for her in his eyes. Different from the pretense in front of the concubine, he really wanted her to disappear in an instant.
Mu Lingwei did not refute, she indeed had no identity. From the moment he saw the girl in white, he could no longer hold anyone else in his eyes.
She tried hard to suppress the grievance in her heart. In this palace, she could offend anyone, but she could not offend Jun Mohan.
So, Mu Lingwei turned around and left, only to hear the girl's gentle voice.
"Brother Han, don't be so cruel to your servants. She didn't do it on purpose."
Jun Mohan watched her straight back walking further and further away without saying anything or explaining her identity.
He just said: "It's so cold, what should Han'er do if he runs into danger like this?"
Shangguan Han acted coquettishly again, "I have grown up and am no longer a little girl."
Zeng Yi had already told her that the one just now was Princess Anyang, and she was unexpectedly a little beauty.
She added: "The little maid in your house has such a bad temper, but why did she push me just now? Han'er doesn't want to be annoying..."
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On the other side, Mu Lingwei has already left Qingya Garden.
Because Jun Mohan told her to get out, no maid stopped her along the way, and even Zhen'er didn't follow her.
Mu Lingwei felt that she could finally breathe. If she stayed here any longer, she might really be able to give him a backhand slap.
The snow had melted and the road was wet. She wore another pair of embroidered shoes. Her shoes and socks were wet and her toes were cold from the cold.
In fact, Zhen'er and the others were wearing boots, but because the shoes were the wrong size, she couldn't fit them in, so she could only wear embroidered shoes for summer.
At this time, she stopped and felt cold. Her whole body was cold. Men were much stronger than women. Now she could still feel the burning fingerprints on her face.
She didn't know how long she had been walking, but her body began to shiver. She knew she had a low fever. What appeared in front of her was a door. As long as she opened it, she could escape.
Mu Lingwei really did this. She rushed to the door, unbolted the door, opened it, and saw the sound of bustling sales outside the door.
Maybe because of the weather, there were very few people moving around, and this place was just an alley at the back door of Anyang Prince's Mansion, and it was inconspicuous.
As she walked along the road, the aroma of meat buns wafted into her nose, making her stomach rumble with hunger.
She hasn't had breakfast yet because Xiaoyu wants her to have chicken soup.
She thinks she really has to rely on Xiaoyu to chop wood every day in exchange for food?
Mu Lingwei's eyes flashed, she didn't believe in fate, so she walked to the bun shop regardless.
When the vendor saw her, he smiled and said, "Girl, you want to buy buns? They are freshly baked and are still hot. How many will you like?"
Mu Lingwei reached out to get it, but then thought that she had no money, "Boss, I don't have any money, can you give me one on credit?"
The vendor only sold the buns for money, regardless of whether she was well-dressed or not. Seeing the five big fingerprints on her face, he thought that she must be a maid from some family who was punished and ran away. She must have no money, so he gave her the buns.
, where can he find people to ask for money?
So he said impatiently: "Go away, go away, I still want to eat steamed buns when I have no money."
Mu Lingwei is not a bully. Her fists are only aimed at those who bully her. She can accept the indifference of the vendors. Of course, if she wants buns, she must exchange them with money. This is an equal relationship.
She turned around and left. Looking at the half-opened back door in the distance, she decided to turn around...
At this moment, a bloated old woman wearing a large cotton-padded jacket bumped into her.
Mu Lingwei instinctively went to help, but she tripped and fell because the old woman's clothes were too bulky.
In an instant, she saw that the old woman was not standing still, as if she was about to fall. She instinctively reached out to catch her with her hands, but failed. The next moment, the old woman's whole body pressed on her, and the two of them fell.
On the ground, he rolled again.
Although the wound on Mu Lingwei's body was scabbed, it was not completely healed. The pressure seemed to have broken it again, and she felt blood flowing out.
The old woman was much fatter than she was, so naturally she couldn't bear it.
Suddenly, a feeling of pain hit her. She tried hard to endure it and went back to take another dose of medicine. She should be fine.
If the wound opens again this time and is repeatedly tossed, scars may remain.
At that moment, she wanted to go back because Mu Lingyu was still waiting for her.
The old woman was stunned when she saw her.
In an instant, the old woman was heard shouting in pain: "My hand, my hand seems to be broken, it hurts so much."
Mu Lingwei quickly got up and said, "Old man, can you stand up?"
"I can stand up, but I don't know how to stand. It hurts me to death." The old woman shouted again.
"Don't worry, old man. I'm a doctor. I'll check it for you to see if you've injured any bones."
Mu Lingwei didn't dare to move her and checked her on the spot, "Old man, please move and see if you can move your arm."
Her eyes were clear and her hands were very gentle. She lifted it up gently and put it down again. The old woman glanced at her and said, "It doesn't hurt."
"It seems that no bones were injured, maybe just a muscle contusion."
Immediately afterwards, she carefully checked other parts of the old woman's body, her movements still very gentle.
The old woman glanced at her sideways and said, "I just feel pain in my hands. Why are you pulling my legs and butt?"
"Old man, because you are wearing thick clothes, you may not feel it now. I seemed to have pressed you just now. Please check your legs and feet to feel reassured."
The old woman's lips curled up into a slight smile, and she let her do it.
After a while, I heard her say: "Thank you for wearing more clothes, otherwise it would have been really injured. What an old lady like you is most afraid of is fractures. Broken bones are difficult to repair."
"You are old and your bones are broken." The old woman scolded her, refusing to accept old age.
When Mu Lingwei saw that she was about to get up, she went to help her again. Although the old man's words were unpleasant, his eyes were kind and showed no malice. He added: "When people get old, they become naughty. My master is like this, he always refuses to accept old age.
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"Since everything is fine, I'll leave. You should be careful when you walk in the future."
Suddenly, the old man took her hand, looked longingly at the bun shop opposite, and said, "I'm hungry... you just crushed me, do you want to give me a bun as compensation?"
Mu Lingwei saw her pouting, which sounded like she was having trouble with her, and her expression sounded like she was acting coquettishly...
Instantly, the gloomy look in her heart was amused by the old woman's expression, and she thought of her master, the lovely old man who loved her.
Of course she saw what the old man meant, because she was also hungry, but she was embarrassed and had no money.
I also saw the old man in ragged clothes, with strands of white hair on his hair, which was tied into a pile with a blue cloth ribbon. He had no order and his face was dirty. Looking at his face, he must be sixty years old, I thought.
He must be a beggar, so pitiful.
She has no money to dress so well, let alone an old man.
So, Mu Lingwei walked to the bun shop again: "Boss, can you lend me two buns on credit first?"