Reborn: Revenge of the Concubine’s Daughter

[Chapter 12 Volume 12]

Chapter 509 Chapter 503

Why did Danggui hear a boring man, two beggars? She asked the man: "Is it a monk or a priest? Do they still have posts?"

Qing'er looked at the subordinate suspiciously, questioning: "Did you collect their money, and how to get the posts of beggars in it, I don't know where your grandmother and daughter-in-law are afraid to see a stranger."

The next man shrank his head and said guilty: "The two beggars were really arrogant. When they shot, they were twelve grains of silver. We thought about it, and it was nothing to bring in a word. They were passed on. The turban with the hair on it seems to be a monk who has the Tao. Or grandma, just see him casually? "

He Danggui asked to post, opened it, and read a verse in it. Only a stamp on the bottom caught her's attention. The thin and light lines were engraved with "Senior Shishan". The number was who? It looks familiar to me. After a moment's thinking, she nodded and said, "I'm still idle anyway, and you are a monk. It's okay to see it at first sight, but I'm just lazy and cluttered ... Move the screen over and ask the two monks to refreshment outside. stop."

The subordinates should go down and come back later. It really took two people from behind. Looking at the appearance from a distance, it was clear that the two people at home wore monk hats, not authentic monks. It is estimated that the people paid a lot of money to pay off. In return, Tet emphasized the "monk" visits, fearing that Angelica was young and did not see the guests. The two rumors told him to return the money.

Wait for the two beggars to get closer, and He Danggui ’s brows jumped abruptly. The old man was not ... she hadn't said anything yet, but Qing'er pulled He Danggui from the window. On, a sharp voice pressed to his ears told He Danggui: "The beautiful beggar behind the old beggar, uh, he is your dad, He Jingxian ... you look a bit like him, I'm afraid he can recognize you, You wrap your face! "

He Danggui was stunned, silently took Roppa's bag up and speechless. When the next man led the two beggars into the house, she took a deep breath and ordered someone to watch the tea and tea outside. Through a screen, she could see the shadows of two beggars outside, and those two beggars could also see her and Qing'er, but they all avoided the red tape from the first meeting with each other.

After a tea tour, the old beggar asked, "Can you talk to a screen? That's too awkward."

He Danggui converged his eyes and replied: "The 13th year of slavery, I saw foreigners for the first time, but I was ashamed and not good at speaking, but I still kept the screen. Guests are welcome to drink tea and talk freely."

The old beggar and middle-aged beggar He Jingxian smiled at him. He Jingxian said: "I heard from the outside that the granny who was responsible for the food disaster was a charitable old Buddha, why was he only thirteen. Or, you are the old Buddha Granddaughter? "

He Danggui wriggles his hands, and bows his head, saying, "I am the one who directs the grains, but I am not the one who is the Buddha, but I dare not be the ones. These are the things that deserve to be. It's the duty of rich people like us to save once. "

"Who taught you these words?" The old beggar asked, "I heard that this garden belongs to the Meng family in Beijing, and you are the son of the seventh son of the son of the mother. Mother-in-law? "

He Danggui shook his head: "It's only been a few days since the slave was married. Not only did the in-laws never see him, but even the father-in-law had only met for a while, the father-in-law went out the door the next day. Moreover, these words are not a rationale. I believe that eight out of ten people are willing to release 10% or 20% to help the old and the weak when there is surplus food in the treasury. It is very common for us to be honest and honest. This is very common. The poor around us are not hungry and have porridge to eat. Those of us who wear penang also eat sweet meat at home. "

The old beggar asked in silence for a while and said, "What is your surname and what does your father do, can he be an official in the DPRK?"

Qinger swallowed saliva to see He Danggui, but when she turned her eyes, she showed a sense of ridicule and calmly said, "Slaves are lonely, I do n’t know who my parents are, and my relatives don't live in the same place, and they are fostered in the countryside. A few years later, he was taken away by a Lu Yan, who was identified in his family's clan, entered the genealogy of the capital of Lufu, and hanged a famous name, and was fortunate enough to marry the Meng family as a concubine. But 'He', when he wrote the genealogy, he took a scientific name 'Qing Ning'. Because of his suspicion, he now calls it less. "

The old beggar turned back to He Jingxian and smiled: "She is also surnamed, you are my family." He Jingxian also smiled. The old beggar asked again, "Lucheng of Beijing? But which one is playing the dart? Then you are the official?"

He Danggui responded: "He is the ancestor of the ancestor. Now he works in Jinyiwei, and his name is Lu Jiangbei."

Both the old beggar and He Jingxian suddenly realized that they nodded: "It's no wonder that it was him. No wonder the niece taught is different from other families."

The old beggar asked a few gossips like "have not read a book, Yangzhou has harvested well in recent years", and then said that he had been gone for a day, and wanted to spend the night, and asked if he could accommodate. He Danggui rattled his bellies to come in, and ordered to prepare two fragrant houses for the two guests, so as to provide food and clothing. He Jingxian interjected, "Let's just live in a room." So he changed to a quiet Zen room with a separate house.

After they went out, He Danggui took a sigh of relief, Qinger patted her, and smiled: "As for you, seeing your dad is so nervous. Even if he looks handsome, he is not as handsome as yours." . "

He Danggui gave her a glance and dropped a sentence, "He Xiaowei is just a small follower. The old emperor standing in front of him is a holy emperor. If you make a mistake, you should lose your head. You should say I should not be nervous." Returning to the room to drink tea was shocked, leaving Qinger, who was a little scared, to think about it.

In the evening, another man whispered back and forth, saying that the food sent to him, the middle-aged beggar ate it with silver chopsticks before eating it for the old beggar, and sent a few sets of good clothes for them to replace, they do n’t want any of them That one is fine.

After waving away, Qing'er whispered: "This is the legendary private visit of Weifu, I don't know where to find two sets of beggar clothes, and wear them like a baby!" She looked at He Danggui, who had been stunned. , Wrinkled his face and asked, "What should I do, Xiaoyi, your biological father and our emperor are living in our house together, you said, what will they examine tomorrow? What do we need to prepare? Do I have a line? You write it down for me, I Stay up all night! "

He Danggui poked his fingers and sneered with sneer: "Not only the" birth father "of this life, but also the older one, to be more precise, the two fathers are together. I have to tell them that I do n’t know what my parents are. , Qinger, you said it was ridiculous? "

Qinger didn't know the story of the ten princess' reincarnation, so she asked. He Danggui told her this interesting story in a few words, and heard Qing Er's tongue lingering, and he was amazed and strange.

Until sleep at night, it was difficult for the two people sleeping in the same bed to fall asleep, so they talked in private. Qinger asked: "The emperor asked you for your idea of ​​the disaster relief. Why did you even talk about Lu Jiangbei, not to mention Mencius? Maybe the emperor was promoted to his official position when he was happy. Then we vote for disaster relief. It ’s a big deal! ”

He Danggui blurted his eyes, explaining, "If there were no such large-scale refugees in ordinary years, which old man and son of the Meng family had shown kindness, they would have given away a few hundred stone meters, In May, the emperor only took them as ordinary good deeds, and maybe they still have some commendation. But don't you see this situation now? The refugees are already too hungry and have no sense of kingship. One more step forward, it's time to unveil the uprising. Whoever gives them food is Buddha Bodhisattva, whoever deducts their rations and relief funds will be degraded to Wang Ba. Qinger, you think, this 'Buddha' Should I come to be good, or let the generals with heavy soldiers in their hands, Meng Xuan and Meng Shan, be good? "

Qing'er heard the doorway and shouted mysteriously: "I see. This is called" folk prestige ". Those who are emperors pay special attention to these. If the people hold others as immortal Buddhas, they will scold the emperor as not. OK, it's time to let Xian, Zhu Yuanzhang his old man's dragon chair is restless. "

He Danggui shook his head slightly: "No one dares to curse the emperor directly, but isn't cursing the corrupt officials equal to the emperor? Those officials were all pulled up by one hand. I accidentally saw several Lu Jiangbei desks when I was in Mocha. All the discounts are played by officials in the south who are corrupt and take bribes. The usual practice of many corrupt officials is to lie about the disaster every year, ask for funding, and of course don't spread after getting the money. When the tax is collected, it will double or triple the amount from the people. Pumping, saying that the emperor's grace is huge and has paid attention to this people, so I need to pay more respect. "

"How do you know so much? You learned it all your life?" Qing'er inquired.

He Danggui made no secret: "Almost all of them were known in Ning's palace. King Ning was an ambitious person. He also wanted to win the hearts of the people, but he was worried that the factory guard's eyeliner would be reported to the emperor, so that the emperor could see his ambition. Therefore, when he was doing charity work, the light pipe was behind the scenes. Those who distribute rice grain, cotton coats, and medicinal materials were either his wife or his steward. How many of his name-bearing Jixi men were? In several industries, the face of a bodhisattva boasting the world is in the air, so that the emperor can't pick up a little trouble, and in the end, his reputation gradually comes down to his head. "

Qing'er said dumbly: "I really have time and patience. My son is just like Lao Tzu. Lao Tzu is unbelievable and companion like a tiger. My son just wants to be a prince.

“Otherwise, do n’t be born in the emperor ’s house, and do n’t marry a woman to the emperor ’s house,” He Danggui said, “I have made the first mistake in my previous life, and made the second mistake in the previous life. In the end, tears came to an end. I can carefully step on every step in my life, I dare not make any mistakes. "

The two fell asleep dimly, and each had several messy dreams.

"Your girl is very good, my old man looks like it," said the old beggar with a smile. "Since you have no father and mother, it is better, I recognize you as a granddaughter."

The next day, He Danggui changed his ugliness with Yi Rongshu, added freckles and narrowed his eyes—I'm not afraid He Jingxian recognized it, because He Jingxian hadn't seen her at all, I was afraid Zhu Yuanzhang recognized it, because the young man The ten princesses were very similar to her.

She also deliberately replaced Qing'er, and replaced it with two face-to-face maids standing outside, thinking she could send away two plague gods by answering a few more sentences, and posted up a few hanging coins to entangle. However, she could not have imagined that her response won the favor of Zhu Yuanzhang's elderly people. The biological father of the previous life would accept her as a granddaughter in this life. Should she cry or laugh?

Crying is a sad tear for the previous tragic encounter; laughing is laughing for her benevolence and benevolence. She originally wanted to stay in Luo family for two more years, and ran this "dry granddaughter". I remember that in the previous life, Luo Luotong, an old lady in Luowu, was paralyzed in Hongwu for 31 years. The emperor uploaded him to the palace to administer a needle. Luo Maitong couldn't, and he directed a needle that was used by the hospital's waitress, Chunxiang. That Chunxiang was previously taken away by the great doctor Luo Dusong, also learned some acupuncture foundations, and responded decently. A few needles made Zhu Yuanzhang comfortable, and he was given Chunxiang a name of a county owner—this is what he stared at. Fat bait, why do n’t you stay at Luo's house or ask for it.

Is this blessing or calamity, and how should she deal with it?

He Danggui took a deep breath and carefully looked back and said, "Where can a slave with a thin life afford the blessings of a family member and parents? I never dare." She didn't want it, but she was too smooth. Promise, I always forgot something.

He Jingxian, on the sidelines, watched indifferently, deciding tenderly as to why Angelica was a beggar in his identity. Of course, he wanted to match the emperor's recognition of this granddaughter, so that the "country lord" in front of him would not have to accept his affection in the future, but he could not break the identity of the emperor and had to say vaguely: "You are a lady Fortunate, why do n’t you recognize a person with a great luck as an elder? In addition to the person in front of you, it is difficult to meet the next one. Do you think ... he looks like a real beggar? ? "

He Danggui twisted his clothes and said, "What else can an orphan girl dare to bear? There is a lonely elderly man who wants to show mercy to me as my granddaughter. I am also very happy. Moreover, the two are gods. First-class character, although I am young, I can probably see a bit ... even if they are not gods in the clouds, they are probably living Buddhas on the ground. "

The old Zhu Yuanzhang listened with joy, and Xu Xu bowed his head and said, "So that ’s the case, then you are going to worship me as a grandfather, and in my son, you will recognize the third child ..."

"Mother-girl!" Mrs. Xu rushed in from outside, breaking through the sealing ceremony of Zhu Yuanzhang, and exclaimed in panic, "something happened, something big!"

He Danggui frowned and asked, "What is worth it, don't look at me, you should look at your guests."

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