When Mrs. Shen returned to her room, she was still trying to figure out why she could see it herself but he couldn't, racking her brains to no avail.
"Auntie, you've worked hard. I'll beat your legs? Burn your feet?"
Mrs. Shen stopped Jin Xia who wanted to stand up: "You just sit there and don't move. If you're good to me, just stop, lest the wound need to be changed again, which will make it more troublesome."
This summer, I had to stay still, and said with a smile: "It's still my aunt who knows that she is distressed."
"You, it's enough to have a mouth all over your body."
Mrs. Shen cleaned her hands, sat in front of the dressing table, carefully removed the bun, and combed her hair slowly. Leaning against the bed frame this summer, watching her comb her hair, she smiled and said, "Your hair is so well maintained, it's like satin."
"How old are you this year?" Mrs. Shen asked her while combing her hair.
"Sixteen." This summer he giggled, "My mother always wants to marry me."
"Looking at your fiery temper, it was born in summer, right? That's why it's called this summer."
"may be."
"Maybe?" Mrs. Shen turned her head and looked at her with complicated eyes, "Don't you know when you were born?"
"I was brought back from the hall by my mother, so I don't know the exact date." This summer truthfully said.
"Oh… "
Mrs. Shen turned her head again and didn't look at her. She just brushed her hair. After a long time, she heard her ask, "Did you bring you back then? How old are you?"
"In the twenty-eighth year of Jiajing, I was probably three or four years old." Thinking back this summer, he smiled, "My mother said that the children in the hall were the ones I could eat the most. brought it back."
A wooden comb was clenched tightly in her hand, and her fangs were deeply embedded in her skin. Mrs. Shen sat still, not daring to turn her head back, but her breathing was uncontrollable.
"Auntie, what's the matter with you?" Jin Xia asked.
Mrs. Shen took a deep breath and tried to answer in a calm tone: "It's okay... I just didn't expect you to be a poor child."
"It's not pitiful." Jin Xia smiled, "I am the best at fighting among the children in that street. Except for my mother, no one dares to touch my finger."
She recalled her childhood achievements with happiness on her face, and Mrs. Shen quietly looked back at her with infinite tenderness in her eyes.
"Pea cake, it's a little red, the blind eat it and open its eyes, the lame eat it and leave the crutches, the bald eat it with pigtails, the deaf eat it and hear..."
Several children played and sang in front of Lingyin Temple.
Beside her, an old woman with gray hair and white temples in a gray shirt supported a gray-haired old woman who was older than her. , can no longer see the way, relying on the old woman in gray shirt to lead the way. The clothes on both of them were washed white, and they walked slowly up the stone steps, staggering.
Arriving at Lingyin Temple, the grey-shirted old woman found a little novice: "Little Master, we are looking for a big monk to do a ritual for my husband."
The little novice folded his hands together and gave a salute: "Two donors, my master and my uncles were not in the temple a few days ago. Please come back another day."
The white-haired old woman said disappointedly: "When will your master come back?"
"Cen Gang officers and soldiers were killed and injured more than 1,000. Master and uncle rushed to save the undead. I'm afraid they won't come back in the short term."
"Cen Gang..." the white-haired old woman muttered, turning to the gray-shirted old woman, "Who, who is in Cen Gang."
"It's Xiaofeng, Xiaofeng is in Cengang."
The old woman in the grey shirt sighed.
"He's going to die, he's going to die, he's going to die, all of them are going to die." The white-haired old woman murmured and turned around, her bamboo stick trembling to the ground.
The little novice only said that the relatives of the two women are also in the army. Now that Japanese pirates are rampant, there are many casualties in the army, and they are also worried about the safety of their families. He sighed, returned to the temple, knelt in front of the wooden fish and muttered sutras.
The way down the mountain is slower than going up the mountain.
"Mother, let me help you rest for a while." The gray-robed old woman found a stone, dusted it with her sleeve, and carefully helped the white-haired old woman to sit down.
Not far away, the children were still singing: "... pea cake, a little red, the blind eat it and open its eyes, the lame eat it and leave the crutches, and the bald eat it with pigtails..."
The white-haired old woman listened in awe, and suddenly said, "Wu'er also likes to eat pea cakes. I don't have them at home. I have to buy them for him... I'm going home."
"Okay, let's go home now." The old woman in the gray shirt replied obediently.
"Back to Huizhou, Huishe County."
"...Mother." The old woman in the gray shirt was stunned when she didn't expect her to say that.
"All these years, I have wronged you..." The white-haired old woman groped and touched the gray-shirted old woman's face, "Wu'er did such a big business in vain, and you haven't enjoyed a single day."
"Mother, don't say that... Sit down, I'll go get some water for you to drink."
The old woman in the gray shirt hurriedly turned her back, wiped away the tears she didn't want the white-haired old woman to notice, and walked forward. After walking five or six steps, he heard something wrong behind him. Looking back, two masked men appeared out of nowhere, holding sharp swords and stabbing at the old woman.
"Mother!" she screamed in horror.
The old woman was blind, and although she didn't know what was going on, she could sense it from the screams of her daughter-in-law. Instead of being shocked or hiding, she smiled...
The moment the sword edge stabbed the old woman, a slender bamboo branch suddenly stabbed out of the slanting ground. The bamboo leaves on the top were green, and it looked weak, but it blocked the two long swords.
A man in a blue shirt flopped lightly in front of the old woman and smiled at the masked man, "What are your surnames?"
"Where is the wild Taoist priest, get out!"
The masked man naturally ignored him, and with a flick of the long sword, several sword flowers burst out and attacked Lan Dao. The long sword was as bright as silver, the bamboo branches were verdant, and the leaves were full of bamboo leaves.
"Don't leave?" Lan Daoxing smiled, "I would advise you, the face is nothing, if the waistband of the trousers is cut, it will not look very good."
After a short fight, the masked man realized that he was definitely not his opponent, looked at each other, turned around and jumped away.
"Mother, mother, mother..." The gray-shirted old woman rushed towards the white-haired old woman and called.
The white-haired old woman was motionless, and although she was not injured, she was completely breathless.
Lan Daoxing turned around, sensed her pulse, and sighed: "The number of years is up, please beg your pardon." He bent down and carried the old woman's corpse, and walked slowly down the mountain, the gray-shirted old woman staggered to follow.
The inner hall of the inn's courtyard.
Cen Fu walked by in a hurry, this summer, before he had time to greet him to eat, he saw him turn quickly across the inner hall with a solemn expression, and walked straight towards Lu Yi's room.
"There must be something wrong." This summer, his legs and feet were inconvenient, and he urged Yang Yue to go up to listen to the wall, and Yang Yue shook his head.
After a while, Cen Fu just came out, and he was busy greeting him to come to eat this summer, and he caredly filled the meal for him and brought it in front of him.
"What's the matter?" She diligently pushed the whole plate of Si Xi Siu Mai over.
Cen Fu glanced at her, but did not hide it from her: "Zhao Wenhua, do you know?"
"Master Zhao, Minister of Industry, who doesn't know."
Cen Fu nodded: "Master Zhao was demoted to a commoner because of the disadvantage of building Zhengyang Tower."
"Zhengyang Tower?" I remembered this summer, "Is it the new house of the saint, I heard that the construction started last year, and it has not been repaired yet? I can't blame the saint for getting angry. However, why didn't Mr. Yan help me to persuade my son? A handful?"
Zhao Wenhua recognized Yan Song as his adoptive father, an important general of the Yan Party, who has been rampant in the DPRK for many years. Last year, although he offended Yan Song by privately offering Hundred Flowers Immortal Wine to the sage, he was fortunately given a lot of gifts to make up for it. Could it be that Yan Song still had a rift in his heart and deliberately refused to lend a helping hand
Or, is this what Yan Shifan meant
"What did your eldest son say after hearing this?" asked Cen Fu this summer.
"The eldest son said—'Oh'"
"that's it?"
"that's it."
Cen Fu has started to eat siumai.
This summer, I was in a trance and even forgot to eat the steamed buns. The more I thought about it, the more likely it was: Yan Shifan must have seen Zhao Wenhua's dissent about the Baihua Xianjiu. It was Yan Song's nostalgia for Zhao Wenhua. easily let him go.
Lu Yi was alone in the room, frowning, and thinking carefully about Zhao Wenhua's demotion, if it was as A Rui said, then maybe it was planned by Yan Shifan, and it was also his first move; Zhao Wenhua was Hu Zongxian As a backer in the court, he was demoted, and no one spoke in Hu Zongxian's court. Once he was impeached, especially if he was guilty of such a big crime, he would surely die. This is likely to be the second move of Yan Shifan; as for the third move...
Just as A Rui reminded him, if he helped Hu Zongxian, then he would also be charged with the crime of passing the Japanese. If Hu Zongxian's crime was confirmed, he would not be able to escape the relationship, and it would be difficult for him to talk to his father.
What left Lu Yi puzzled was why Yan Shifan thought he would definitely help Hu Zongxian
Since he entered Zhejiang, all the evidence he has checked is against Hu Zongxian, and he has no friendship with Hu Zongxian, so there is no reason to help Hu Zongxian.
At night, Lu Yi was at the table, half wearing a plain robe, reading at night with the lights on.
The window lattice was knocked on by a bamboo branch. He got up and pushed open the window, just as he saw the silhouette of a pedestrian flying out of the blue road, waiting for him on the ridge not far away.
After tucking up his robes and turning off the lights, Lu Yi jumped out of the window and caught up with Lan Daoxing.
The two of them were all very light, jumping and jumping all the way, flying over the eaves and walls, silent like the shadow of the moon, until Lan Daoxing stopped in a remote old house in the city of Hangzhou.
"Wang Zhi's mother just passed away this morning." Lan Daoxing said briefly.
Lu Yi frowned.
Lan Daoxing added: "It's not what you think, she is dying, not killed by someone. However, you are right, someone does want to kill them."
"where is this place?"
"This is the house that Hu Zongxian specially allocated to his mother-in-law and daughter-in-law after he pardoned Wang Zhi's mother last year." Lan Daoxing glanced at Lu Yi and shrugged, "This house has been sealed for a long time, and Hu Zongxian never thought that they would dare to come back. ... go, I'll take you to see her."