"Who is your father?"
"I'm not!"
Behind him, a grocer was setting up a stall along the street. He looked up and down at Baomei, who was dressed in strange clothes, and couldn't help shouting, "Girl, you've been looking at her for a long time. Do you want to go in or what?"
Baomei took a few steps back after hearing the sound and asked, "Brother, this should be Yu Nanfeng's home, right?"
"That's right! Look, it says it on the plaque."
"Is there a young master in their family named Brother Yu? Are there other brothers with this name?"
"How is that possible? Miss, please stop joking. Who in the whole Bianliang City doesn't know about Master Yu's young master? There is no way there will be another one named Brother Yu." The grocer found this girl's question very interesting, seeing that her clothes were of good quality, she was probably a distant relative from a wealthy family. He enthusiastically picked out a few pieces of jewelry and handed them to her, "Girl, do you like any of these jewelry? The styles are very good, absolutely top quality. I think the girl's hair is plain, so I might as well add a few to wear." He was about to take the butterfly-style hairpin and tie it into Baomei's ponytail when he hurriedly asked her to stop.
"Don't worry, tell me how to get in first, and then I'll buy it." Baomei took the jewelry from his hand and put it on the stall. The grocer took a look and saw that there was a door! He whispered in her ear, "Girl, if you have any scraps of silver, give it to the servants guarding the door and let them report it. Money can make people go around." He said and blinked.
"Broken silver? She didn't.
"Will the gold coins be enough?" she asked.
"Ga?!" The grocer opened his mouth but didn't close it. He rewarded the doorman with gold coins? I have never heard of it since ancient times. This girl is not ordinarily wealthy!
"That's good." He murmured, swallowing the saliva he was greedy for.
"Thank you." Baomei casually grabbed a handful of jewelry and groceries from his stall, threw him a gold coin, and walked towards the door.
My mother! The grocer stared at the gold coins on the stall for a long time, then suddenly quickly closed the stall and ran home. Gold coins! It's enough to buy a house and marry a beautiful wife, but what about setting up a grocery stall?
"Girl, stop, what do you want?" Mending stretched out his hand to stop Baomei.
In the imperial palace, the housekeeper was instructing the strong men to carry dozens of porcelain bottles to the young master's room. No one dared to take another look at the miserable situation in the room. They put down their things and quickly exited. The housekeeper Fang Uncle finally went out and took a look at the person sitting on the ground. The indifferent young master sighed softly and closed the door.
As soon as it was closed, a doorman from behind reported loudly, "Master, there is a 1-year-old woman outside the door. She claims to be the master's friend and wants to see her."
"Who is it? Have you asked about the origin?" Uncle Fang asked. Just as he finished speaking, he heard a roar behind him.
"Let her go!"
The sound was so loud and filled with internal energy that the whole house buzzed. A doorman who was standing guard outside the gate shrank his neck and said to Baomei embarrassedly, "Girl, I think you'd better leave."
From the time Baomei was born to now, in the institute, no one has coaxed, pampered, or spoiled her, and she has never even been scolded loudly. She is talented, intelligent, and has a good personality. Even if she is a bit petty, she never acts nonsense. When does she listen? After such harsh words, she tried her best to chase her from a thousand years later, just to meet her biological father. After her mother left, she suddenly felt lonely as never before, even if her grandparents, uncles, and aunts in the institute were kind to her. No matter how good her life was, no matter how much wealth her mother left behind, she still couldn't stand the loneliness that came from her bones, so she thought about it and took out the money in the bank and exchanged it for gold coins, from the United States. Santiago ran to Bianliang in ancient times to find someone with the same blood as her, so that she would not feel like a superfluous person in the world.
However, before she had time to rejoice at her good luck, she bumped into her little daddy when she arrived here, and he yelled at her in disgust to get out. Suddenly, a feeling of grievance surged up from the bottom of my heart, and tears flowed freely.
The doorman saw that she was a pretty girl crying and was very aggrieved. He was in a hurry and said, "Girl, it's not that we don't let you in. You heard it. Our young master has a bad temper today. He will be in a good mood tomorrow. Are you coming again?"
Baomei only focused on crying and couldn't move her feet.
The doorman was helpless and begged his grandfather to sue his grandmother, "Auntie, please stop crying."
As soon as he said this, Baomei cried more and more sadly, and her cries began to get louder. They spread into the house, broke into Brother Yu's depressed heart, and made things even more chaotic.
Opening the door, Brother Yu stood at the door with a dark face and shouted, "Who is crying outside?"
The servants looked at each other, "Master, no one is crying."
Brother Yu glared at him, walked down the steps, walked through the courtyard of the east wing, and came to the door. He saw Baomei standing at the door of his house with a runny nose and tears, and a bunch of onlookers gathered beside him, common people.
Someone whispered to each other, "Which girl from this family came to the imperial palace to cause trouble? She is brave enough."
"What do you know? It might be the romantic debt of some young master of the Yu family!"
"Except for the youngest, all the princes from the royal family above are married, right? Are they still having affairs outside?"
"What do you know? Home flowers are not as fragrant as wild flowers. Nowadays, the younger the girl is, the more popular she is. If you look at her again, she is so delicate and delicate. It makes people feel soft just by looking at her. What's more, those young men from rich families are so charming that they look like souls at a glance. lost."
"That's right." Others nodded seriously.
"Maybe, it's the master of the royal family who owes the romantic debt! My wife has been dead for many years and has not renewed her marriage. Who knows?" The man raised his neck as if that was what he said, and others kept saying "high" I dare to make up this gossip.
Brother Yu glanced around with angry eyes, and the people around him suddenly fell silent. They turned around, and those who should buy vegetables bought vegetables, and those who should buy fruits bought fruits. They all pretended to be engaged in their own business, but everyone pricked up their ears for fear of missing a word.
"Why are you crying? Don't cry! No one in my family has died, so you are not allowed to cry in mourning!" Brother Yu yelled at Baomei.
"Just cry!" Baomei shouted angrily, "You have no conscience, so I will cry."
Ungrateful?! It was so exciting. The people around him exchanged glances in private. It seemed that this romantic debt was owed by this young master of the royal family in Manbianliang City.
Brother Yu felt like his head was steaming with anger, and it was inconvenient to do so in front of so many people, so he just said the next sentence bitterly, "Come in!"
"I won't come in! If you don't admit that you are my father, I won't come in!" Baomei made a face.
"Oh, my food!" Someone accidentally overturned the vegetable stall.
"Smelly bitch, you stepped on my foot!" Someone covered his foot and ran around in circles.
"Come quickly, Grandma Tong has fainted. Send her to the doctor quickly!"
"Oh my god! This young man is different. He matured so early!" A dark-faced man sighed as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
The surroundings were in chaos, Brother Yu's face was darker than the furnace coals, and the hand holding the fan was shaking for a long time, tomorrow! No! Tonight, the storytellers from various teahouses and inns will definitely tell stories, portraying him as such a heartless and rotten person.
You can ruin my reputation for the rest of my life! Brother Yu stared at her.
Baomei stared back unconvinced, "Humph, your reputation has been ruined a long time ago. What other reputations do you have?" She asked all the way and heard a lot of his bad deeds that ruined the family. If it weren't for the fact that part of his blood was flowing through her body, she wouldn't be bothered to recognize this father. How shameful!
He was so angry! He was so angry! "I don't have a bastard daughter like you!" He was furious. He couldn't bear to stand at the door of the house and went into a rage.
"You!" Baomei pointed at him aggrievedly, gasped for air, and burst into tears again, "You are not my father at all! My mother said that you have the most lovable personality, you are cheerful and fun, and you must love me the most. She lied to me! You are simply a bastard father! You have a bad temper and you are ugly! You have a damn annoying personality. I don't want you to be my father! If you don't love me, someone else will!" After yelling in one breath, Baomei cried and pushed him away from the crowd and ran away.
I cried while running, "I want to go home, I want to go back to the United States, I want to go back to San Diego, I don't want to look for my father! I live by myself, I have money, I have a house, I have friends, I don't want to stay in this damn place."
Everyone ran away, and there was nothing to see. The onlookers dispersed, and the gossip came out again after dinner tonight.
For a moment, Brother Yu wanted to reach out and hold her, but when he thought of her coming so arrogantly to recognize her, he just couldn't lose his face. Wanting to chase but not chasing, conflicted, he flipped his sleeves and turned around to go back to the room, screw the unbearable feeling! He wasn't worried about her! There is absolutely no need for her to run away crying!
She is not his daughter. He is only twenty years old, how could he have a one-year-old daughter! It was obvious that she was lying to him. That damn woman lied to him 6 years ago, and now 6 years later, she sent a little girl to lie to him. Do you really think that Brother Yu is still the yellow-haired kid he was back then?
Boom! A narrow-mouthed porcelain bottle fell to the ground with a sound, shattering into a thousand pieces that contained his suppressed anger.
For several days, the entire imperial family was living in dire straits. The servants really couldn't understand why the young master, who was always good-tempered and smiling all day long, suddenly became irritable and irritable. He started smashing things when he was in a bad mood. Many strands of Yu Nanfeng's hair turned gray. Standing on the steps of the main room, looking in the direction of the children's room with his hands behind his back, he let out a long sigh. This child has never mentioned what happened 6 years ago, and it is hard for him to force him. In the past 6 years, he has been naughty, but he is not a coward. I am very grateful to God. At least he is still alive now. He is the daughter of Cheng Huan. He is old. He does not want to be rich and powerful, but wants to keep his family safe.
"Uncle Fang?" he called.
Uncle Fang came closer and said, "Master?"
"Is that girl still there?" He heard about it. When he heard the news when he came back, to be honest, he was also frightened. He intuitively thought that the girl was coming to cause trouble. Brother Yu was only twenty this year, how could he be like that? My eldest daughter, this is not nonsense.
But over the past few days, he gradually felt that his son's anger seemed to be closely related to this girl. From Lu Qingyuan, he also learned about an accident outside the city. One woman's name was mentioned in particular, Bao Yunhong.
"Uncle Fang, have you ever heard of the name Bao Yunhong?"
"Sir, I've never heard of it." Uncle Fang, the butler, replied matter-of-factly. A servant hurriedly came to report, "Master, it's not good. The young master rushed out with a sword."
What?! Yu Nanfeng was startled, "Quick, find someone to follow."
Holding the front of his robe, Yu Nanfeng panted and took his servants out of the house to find his son.