Mrs. Yang was startled when she heard this, thinking that her granddaughter was talking nonsense, but she began to look outside the house subconsciously.
"That little mute in the village before?" Old Mrs. Yang asked, "Where is he?"
Zhao Luoyang said: "He was here before, but I wasn't sure at that time."
came?
Old Mrs. Yang was even more confused. When did she come? Why couldn't she remember? She went through all the female dolls that had come and gone these days, and there was no one who looked like a little mute.
Zhao Luoyang said: "That's the prince."
Old Mrs. Yang stared at her granddaughter with wide eyes, and after a while she said: "What did you say? Don't lie to me. That prince... is a man, how can he be a mute?"
But thinking about it carefully, hey, no, at that time she felt that Mr. Wang looked a bit familiar.
"The little mute is also...a girl wearing boy's clothes? Is it the same as...Sui Yi?"
Mrs. Yang thought it was possible, but why didn't the little mute say anything at the time?
Zhao Luoyang shook his head: "Hey, the little mute is a man."
Old Mrs. Yang couldn't believe it. She kept shaking her head. No, no, the little mute was clearly a girl. She even combed the little mute's hair and traced her eyebrows with charcoal.
One year, in order to celebrate the occasion, she put red cheeks on her granddaughter and the little mute, and took the two dolls around the village. The little mute's fake grandmother looked angry and scolded her a few times.
She forgot what they were scolding, but she remembered that the two of them talked for a long time with their hands on their hips, until their throats went dry. After they returned, she drank a ladle of cold water.
At that time, she told the little mute what to do. Let the little mute grow up well, marry a good family in the future, have a lot of babies, and be angry with his old man.
"Impossible," Mrs. Yang said accurately, "You must have been bluffed."
"Nai, think about it carefully," Zhao Luoyang said, "Are you sure that the little mute is a female doll? Have you... seen it?"
Mrs. Yang is not young anymore, but how could this be said by her little granddaughter? Her eyes widened even more.
"How can a girl say this?" She stretched out her hand to hit her little granddaughter, but she still didn't want to let go, so she put her hand behind her back and whirled around in place.
Yes no.
She seemed to want to change the little mute's clothes, but he didn't agree. She just thought the child had a weird temper and was ashamed.
Now think about it...
No wonder the little mute’s fake grandmother looked at her like she was a mallet.
Okay, I'll wait for her here.
"Don't play with him, don't go to Wangjiazhuang again," Mrs. Yang warned her granddaughter with resentment, "I don't know whether what he said is true or false."
Unless she sees it with her own eyes...
Bah, what is she looking at? If the little mute is a prince, he is probably a man. Whose girl is so tall?
Besides, at that time, the little granddaughter and the little mute often went out hand in hand. It seems a bit late to say that they are not allowed to interact with each other now.
"Nai, don't blame him," Zhao Luoyang said. "At that time, the fake grandmother deliberately held him hostage and asked for money from his family. The little mute could only pretend that his brain was broken. Listening to the fake grandmother, there was something he could do.
I can't say it, and I haven't thought about how to say it. It might implicate us, or the fake grandmother might find out and kill him."
Maybe when they grow up, they will think of various ways. At that time, they were too young to tell where their home was when asking for help, but they knew that their family did not want him to go back alive.
When Mrs. Yang thought about it, it seemed to be the same thing.
"He is from the Wang family?" Old Mrs. Yang said, "I told you this time? Didn't I lie to you?"
Zhao Luoyang nodded: "I told you, but he is not from the Wang family, his surname is Xiao. Do you remember the Wuwei Army?"
His surname is Xiao, and he is also related to the Wuwei Army.
Old Mrs. Yang took a breath this time. She didn't want to hear what she said in the future. The things she learned today were bigger and bigger than the last. The little mute turned into a boy, and his identity was not ordinary.
Zhao Luoyang said: "His name is Xiao Yu. If I am right, he is the young prince Yu."
Little Prince Yu and the others didn't know much about it, and they heard many things from people. The information was originally uncertain, but with people like Nie Shuang, Huaiguang, and Zhao Jingyun looming in front of them, Zhao Luoyang could determine the identity of the little mute.
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Mrs. Yang was stunned for a long time. She felt cruel and pinched her thigh. The pain made her immediately frown.
Zhao Luoyang knew that her mother could not accept it for a while, so he patiently said: "When we were in Min County, Mr. Nie came to find him, and he should have followed his instructions. Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence?"
"There are still his people guarding the outside of our village. I guessed this last time when we cooked mutton soup, so I went out to find them and bring them over."
"There is also Mr. Zhao, the steward next to the little mute. He talks to Mr. Zhao like a colleague without honorifics. That's how I discovered the strangeness."
If there was a place to sit here, Mrs. Yang would definitely sit down and relax, but now that the house is bare and surrounded by walls, she could only stand and relax.
Zhao Luoyang continued: "The little mute was also seriously injured. He concealed his identity and came to Taozhou to rest for fear that outsiders would know about him."
When Mrs. Yang heard that the injury was serious, she immediately thought of Mr. Wang's fainting in the village and became concerned: "How sick is the child? Can he be cured?"
Look, Zhao Luoyang thought, her heart is softer than hers.
Zhao Luoyang said: "He often falls asleep and tries to force himself to talk to me. It seems that he will not recover for a while. After he returned home, his life was not good. It seems that his family would rather he died outside."
"Is this a human matter?" Mrs. Yang had a scowl on her face, "How can you still think like that? Your conscience has been eaten by a dog? The fact that the child can survive is a blessing that has been cultivated in eight lifetimes. It's not good enough.
Protect me, if you really don’t want it, just don’t come and admit it. These wealthy people have a lot of crooked hearts and only think about things that are good for themselves. They don’t care about flesh and blood and family ties. It’s a pity for that child.”
In his mind, Shi Jiu, who had been listening to the conversation between his grandfather and grandson, felt that the soft part in his heart was hit hard.
For so many years, no one has said such a thing.
When he returned home, there was a banquet at home, and his mother hugged him and cried and laughed in front of the guests, but when the party was over, he was left in a corner.
No one cares, no one really cares.
It's just that it will be mentioned and talked about when it is useful.
"I didn't tell my father and the rest of this. I just thought about my family and my heart was clear," Zhao Luoyang said. "Now that I know, I can decide whether to tell others."
"We can't say it yet," Old Mrs. Yang said, "Didn't you say that the child came here secretly to recuperate? It would be bad if everyone knew about it."
Zhao Luoyang nodded.
What did Old Mrs. Yang think of again? She stared at her little granddaughter: "You go to Wangjiazhuangzi and be alone with him? Your third uncle is not around?"
Zhao Luoyang said: "Yes, my third uncle has gone to do other things."
Mrs. Yang frowned: "You are so young, how can you not avoid suspicion? You can't believe everything the little mute says, what if he deceives you?"
Shi Jiu's heart sank, as if Old Mrs. Yang was not having an easy time.
Zhao Luoyang said: "Nai, think about it, if Mr. Wang is like that, what can he do? I can poke him down with just one finger."
Shi Jiu thought about Zhao Luoyang's fingers. He was not necessarily so delicate.
Mrs. Yang rolled her eyes.
"Let me tell you, don't think about the affection you had when you were young and you will be less vigilant. A man is a man after all. After being separated for so long, do you know what he is thinking now? Has there been any change?"
This is true.
Zhao Luoyang nodded: "Nai is right, I listen to Nai."
Shi Jiu sighed quietly. It seemed that it would be even harder to deceive people in the future.
Mrs. Yang felt that she still needed to think about it carefully, and the grandfather and grandson murmured for a while. Anyway, the little mute was in the village. From now on, her granddaughter had to let her know when she interacted with the little mute, and she had to take good control of it.
When she went to bed at night, Mrs. Yang was still thinking about this matter. Her little granddaughter had been thinking about the little mute. Now that the two met, she had to be very energetic.
Although the little granddaughter is smart, she is still young after all.
"Alas." Mrs. Yang sighed silently.
Tell me, how did the little mute become Prince Yu? This still doesn't feel true in her heart.
Shi Jiu didn't sleep either. He listened quietly to Old Mrs. Yang's movements and didn't know how to make Old Mrs. Yang put down her guard.
Zhao Luoyang was sleeping soundly.
Shi Jiu sighed softly. Was it because she had nothing hidden in her heart, or was this matter not worth thinking about?
…
Three days passed.
Zhao Xueyi and the Niu family's father and son made three troughs for feeding the lambs, and the looms at Mr. Song's side also took shape. It is not easy to make a loom now, but you can try to repair the old looms in the village.
Zhao Luoyang felt that this result was already pretty good, so he simply stopped waiting and went to the village with his fourth uncle, the Niu family and his son, and Widow Xie.