Zhao Er's eyes slightly widened.
Filled with anticipation!
The woman's gaze was gentle as she caressed her small face, her tone slightly weak: "Of course, Bodhisattva will definitely bless my good Zhao Er. When you meet the person you like, you will be like a butterfly."
Zhao Er smiled.
Her cheeks flushed red.
She once again threw herself into the woman's embrace.
Unwilling to let go.
The woman stroked her jet-black hair and said, "My good Zhao 'er, mother hopes that you will be able to live happily for the rest of your life. In the future, I hope that you will marry the person you love and grow old together with him. Don't be like mother, day and night … … only able to guard this empty courtyard. "
Her tone was desolate!
How sad!
Zhao Er could only tightly hug her.
Then — —
Zhu Xin had already caught up, panting, but she did not enter the inner room. Instead, she stood beside the screen and said: "Second Miss, Master said … … don't let you come here."
Hearing that, Zhao Er got up from her mother's embrace, turned her head to look at Zhu Xin and said: "I want to stay a bit longer."
"But if Master knows, he will teach Miss a lesson."
"But … …"
"Let's leave quickly."
She urged!
Zhao Er was reluctant.
She softly choked with tears.
She tightly grabbed her mother's clothes and called out: "Mother … …"
The woman wiped away her tears, enduring the pain in her heart and said: "Zhao Er, listen to me, quickly go back."
"But I still have a lot of things to say to mother."
"Next time, wait for the next time you come, then talk to me properly."
"Mother … …"
"Quickly go!"
The woman pushed her away.
Zhao Er's eyes were filled with tears, still unwilling to leave.
Zhu Xin stood at the door, looking back from time to time, afraid that someone would notice. In the end, she was really anxious and stepped into the inner room.
She bowed towards the woman lying on the bed.
"Greetings to Second Madam."
The woman ordered: "Zhu Xin, quickly take Second Miss and leave this place."
"Yes!"
Zhu Xin grabbed Zhao Er and pulled her towards the door, saying: "Miss, quickly go."
Zhao Er was small in stature and strength.
She was directly pulled out.
There was no room for struggle.
Finally, they left this remote and shabby courtyard.
As soon as Zhao Er left, the woman could not help but cry.
The pain in her heart could not be expressed with words.
"Cough … …"
The woman coughed violently.
He coughed up blood!
Fresh blood dyed the handkerchief embroidered with a bamboo!
It was exceptionally eye-catching.
She quickly grabbed the handkerchief in her hand and carefully wiped the bloodstains with her sleeve.
This was embroidered for her daughter, so she couldn't let it get dirty.
But as she wiped, she cried.
His lips turned even paler.
His face turned paler and paler.
…
After Zhao 'er was dragged out of the courtyard, she sobbed softly along the way.
Zhu Xin also felt sorry for her and consoled her: "Miss, don't be sad."
Zhao 'er did not speak.
She bit her lips hard.
Continue forward!
It was said that everyone had an unspeakable story behind them.
Or sorrow!
Or joy!
Zhao 'er was no exception!
Her mother, Madam Jiang, was originally a maid sweeping the floor in the Public House. Her status was extremely low. However, more than ten years ago, Duke Zhao Binghuai found a fortune teller to do a divination for him. The divination showed that he had to find a woman who was incompatible with him to get married and have a child, and that the child he gave birth to would change his life! As a result, the duke married Madam Jiang, whose horoscope was incompatible with his own.
They gave birth to Zhao 'er. On the day of Zhao 'er's birth, the duke sent Madam Jiang to the most remote courtyard in the Public House. From then on, he no longer cared about her. Ever since Madam Jiang moved there, she began to fall ill and never stepped out of the courtyard. There was only an old maid serving her.
As for Zhao 'er, because of the fortune teller's words, the duke arranged for her to be raised by his side after she was born. He loved her dearly and treated her like a pearl in his palm.
Even the eldest daughter of the Public House, who was already married, was jealous of her.
However, Zhao 'er, who was doted on by thousands of people, had to endure the pain of separation.
Every time she went to find her mother, Madam Jiang, the duke would fly into a rage. There was even a time when the duke wanted to send Madam Jiang out of the Public House so that mother and daughter would never see each other again. However, because of Zhao 'er's repeated pleas, he could only give up.
In the end, Zhao 'er could not bring her mother back to her side.
Every time she thought of this, she would cry bitterly.
After returning to the courtyard.
She locked herself in her room.
She did not want to see anyone!
…
On the other side.
Jing Rong and the other two had been asking around Gaoding City for a whole day, but there was no news of Cha He.
Seeing that it was getting late, they could only return.
Just as they reached the alley, they bumped into Song Zhi.
Didn't he go out to buy books?
Why is he back so late?
"Young Master Song? Where did you go? "Ji Yunshu asked.
"I went out to buy books."
"Why so late?"
"That book was so hard to buy. I had to walk a few streets before I found it."
"It's good that you got it."
Song Zhi smiled, then his expression suddenly froze. He said in a strange tone, "Oh right, today … I heard something."
Huh?
Ji Yunshu, Jing Rong and Bai Yin looked at him.
He thought to himself, What can this bookworm hear?
It was nothing more than some scholar writing a book or composing a poem.
Therefore, he didn't have much interest in it.
Song Zhi said, "In the afternoon, I passed by a teahouse and saw many scholars who came to take the exams. I wanted to go in and have a chat with them, but who knew …"
He paused.
"What's wrong?" Bai Yin was suddenly curious. She urged, "Hurry up and tell me. Don't drag your feet."
She had never liked Song Zhi's temperament.
Song Zhi smiled bitterly. "Bai Yin, I'm not dragging my feet. I'm just a little slow."
Oh my, this guy even learned how to retort.
This kid is unteachable!
Bai Yin was speechless. Song Zhi pursed his lips and continued, "The moment I sat down, the people at the next table started talking about a strange incident! It was said that a ghost had suddenly appeared in one of the rooms specially used to receive the scholars who had come to take the examination! Someone saw a man dressed in scholarly robes standing under a tree in the middle of the night.
His hair was disheveled and his face was pale, but he was smiling at people. It was very strange, but in the blink of an eye, he disappeared! It was said that many of the scholars living in the lodges had seen him. This incident has already spread like wildfire among the scholars. "
The sky was getting dark and the alley was a little long.
A cold wind blew from the end of the alley to the beginning.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
It was even more frightening.
As Song Zhi spoke, goosebumps appeared on his back.
He couldn't help but lean in Bai Yin's direction.
Bai Yin took another step to the side.
She put some distance between them.
When Ji Yunshu heard this, she unexpectedly laughed.
Because she had never believed in such things.
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