The Rebirth of an Ill-Fated Consort

Everything in the world must have the principle of mutual generation and mutual restraint, where there is yin, there must be yang, where there is bitterness, there is also sweetness, there is a golden house, and naturally there is Pingyang. East Street is bustling and bustling, while West Street is dilapidated and deserted.

It seemed that they were not affected by the New Year's atmosphere at all. The people on West Street wore thin coats and rushed to other places in a hurry, not in a relaxed mood for the New Year's Eve. People's faces are full of indifference and numbness. Compared with the imminent issue of food and clothing, the New Year's Day seems to be less important. Only a few houses on the street have simple red paper Spring Festival couplets and old lanterns hanging on them. , vaguely feels like a new year.

A few children sat in front of the powder shop and played with the buttons they had just picked up. Occasionally, they raised their dirty faces to look at Jiang Ruan and the others curiously, and then turned their heads to play with their playthings with great interest.

On the contrary, there was a small vendor selling plum blossoms. There were a few big earthen porcelain vases with gaps in the shop, and a few red plums that were about to wither in them. When they saw Jiang Ruan and the others, their eyes lit up, and they hurriedly shouted: "Beautiful Red plum, girl, I want a branch, it will look good in the room, and it will be fragrant!"

"How do you sell this red plum?" Lianqiao asked.

The peddler spread his palms: "It's not expensive, five copper coins."

"It's so expensive," Lian Qiao said in shock, "I don't want it anymore."

"Hey, hey," the peddler said quickly when he saw this, "forget it, let's give three copper coins, no less, the children at home are still waiting for a hot meal."

Forsythia had to press again, but Jiang Ruan had already said, "I want all the rest."

Zisu was taken aback for a moment, and said in disapproval, "Girl, money is tight now..."

Jiang Ruan shook his head: "Do as I said, these flowers will be useful."

Zisu didn't say anything more, and poured out more than half of the copper from her close-fitting cloth bag and handed it to the peddler. Buying flowers and grass, today is a windfall. He simply put the porcelain vase containing the red plums in Lianqiao's hand: "It's Chinese New Year, and the young lady also wants to win the prize, so this porcelain vase will be considered as a gift." After finishing speaking, she closed the stall and left.

Lianqiao held the porcelain vase containing red plums in her hand, and finally couldn't help asking: "What do you want these plum blossoms for, girl? Although they are beautiful, you don't need to buy so many, and the flowers will wither every few days. Why don't you eat a few?" A spring pancake is really good."

"I didn't come here to see these flowers," Jiang Ruan said as he walked forward, "It's a gift."

"Send it?" Lian Qiao looked at her curiously: "Who are you sending it to?"

Jiang Ruan was silent again. A few people walked and walked to the market on West Street.

The market on West Street is the busiest place on West Street. In comparison, it is also the most mixed place. There are all kinds of people. Because of this, it is not surprising that anything happens here, and the most common Nothing more than being touched by a thief.

Right now, there is a problem. As soon as the three of them walked to the entrance of the market, they saw a large circle of people on the third floor and the third floor outside. They were noisy inside and they didn't know what they were talking about. Seeing Jiang Ruan stop, Lian Qiao thought for a while, then whispered a few words to Zi Su, and the two squeezed through the crowd to make a way for Jiang Ruan.

As soon as the three of them entered the crowd, they saw the scene inside clearly. There were two people confronting each other. One was an old man with white beard and hair. The seven or eight-year-old girl lowered her head with tears in her eyes.

Lian Qiao patted the shoulder of a person beside her, whispered a few words, then turned to Jiang Ruan and said, "It turned out that the old man said that the little girl stole his silver, and the little girl said she didn't steal it, so she cried anxiously." up."

The little girl was surrounded by a group of people, her face was extremely pale, but she was holding a silver ingot tightly in her hand, her eyes were wide open, she was extremely helpless and weak. Then look at the furious old man, wearing an old brown linen padded jacket and long robe, with his beard trembling angrily, but with a loud voice, he almost yelled at the little girl: "You little girl, you are so young! It's so uneducated to do such sneaky things!"

Some people couldn't see it, and stopped them: "Why does the old man speak so badly, and is so aggressive to a little girl? Is it hard to live a long time to bully the younger? Don't be ashamed!"

"You..." The old man was speechless angrily.

"Besides, how do you prove that she stole your money?" The man insisted: "Only a seven or eight-year-old girl can steal your money. Are you too careless or this girl has great powers? Tsk, Maybe you deliberately want to cheat the little girl of money!"

As soon as the words came out, the people around immediately echoed: "Yes, yes, how can such a little girl have the ability to steal things?"

"You don't know how to think before you lie."

"It must be trying to cheat the little girl's money!"

The people around started discussing one after another, accusing the old man unanimously, as if the old man was the culprit, the old man's beard trembled and his face was so red that it seemed to bleed, but he couldn't say a word, just Panting with trembling lips.

"It's so pitiful." Forsythia sighed.

Jiang Ruan glanced at her: "Do you also think that he wants to cheat other people's money?"

"Of course not," Lian Qiao said, "You can fool others, but you can't fool servants. When I was in the countryside, I saw a lot of maids and servants like ghosts and ghosts. They are obviously deceiving, Zisu, yes. wrong?"

Zisu nodded slightly.

Lian Qiao said: "Today is considered the old man's bad luck, how pitiful."

A strangeness flashed in Jiang Ruan's eyes.

In fact, as Lian Qiao said, the little girl’s tricks are not very clever, and it’s not that no one in the crowd can see through her tricks. It’s just that West Street, as a place where the poor are concentrated, is very exclusive. Instinctively reject outsiders. This old man is nothing more than a stranger to the people here, and strangers should be suppressed, so today, this little girl is sure to win. The old man is also doomed to be charged with cheating money.

So what can she do?

Jiang Ruan paused, and gently pushed away the perilla that was protecting her.

Zisu was startled, seeing Jiang Ruan's movements, she hurriedly stopped her and said, "Young lady, we'd better not get involved in this matter."

What matters is not the truth, but the attitude of those around you. Even if her own girl came forward to persuade them to fight, she would be attacked together as outsiders who didn't know what to do. Forget about the old man, it's nothing more than a loss of face, but his daughter is a lady of everyone, even if she is detained in Zhuangzi now, her status cannot be changed.

Jiang Ruan shook his head lightly: "Zisu, get out of the way."

Zisu was taken aback, Jiang Ruan had already stepped forward a few steps, and was exposed to everyone's sight.

She said softly: "Don't be anxious, old man. There are right and wrong in the world. Even if you can't tell clearly for a while, the truth will always come to light. Why bother to hurt your body for a breath of turbid air? Wouldn't the gain outweigh the loss."