Li Minglou threw the thin piece of letter paper into the charcoal stove, and the sparks sparkled black and gray.
It was the same as she guessed.
She had previously heard that the eldest lady was insulted by bandits and disappeared unconscious, so she had this guess. After all, after such an encounter, it was impossible for people to get married and have children like ordinary people, so where did the child come from...
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Yuanji's expression also changed between light and dark. He didn't believe it at first, but now...
"What do you think?" he asked, "Is it really similar?"
It's not a show to match Master Wu Qi's words, but his own opinion.
Li Minglou nodded: "He said she looks like the deceased eldest man, the patriarch of Shang Wu, Wu Xia, who looks more like his wife. They look like father and daughter at first glance."
To be precise, he had never seen Wu Ya'er before. Li Minglou showed him the portrait before leaving the capital, and it was Wu Ya'er who he really saw and was familiar with.
Yuanji was silent for a moment. He had already guessed that the woman was born into a wealthy family and met with misfortune, but he didn't have any big feelings. This kind of thing is too common in big families. If nothing else, the eldest lady and the young master can see it. If not
The eldest lady is very alert, I don’t know what will happen now.
But Wu Ya'er's origins were beyond his imagination.
He thought of the scene of mother and son reunited in the palace next to him, and felt a little weird.
For Mrs. Wu, being insulted is a lifetime of pain and hatred. So, does she hate this child more or love her more?
Just thinking about this kind of thing makes his scalp numb, and he can't think about it, can't think about it, can't think about it anymore.
"Don't think about it, it's in the past." Li Minglou said, "Let's see what they want to do now."
Yuan Ji said: "What else can you think of? It's just seeing that Wu Ya'er is now famous and powerful, and wants to make a profit."
Li Minglou said: "To make a profit, they want to make a profit, but they know what they have done. It is more to prevent being persecuted by Wu Ya'er."
Whether it is profit or prevention, they must have something to threaten.
Wu Yaer's background is the handle.
Yuan Ji considers himself an open-minded person, but he still can't help but sigh when he thinks of Wu Ya'er's background.
Li Minglou also sighed, thinking of his last life, some said it was the emperor who forced him, and some said he was forced by Wu Ya'er, which made the Wu family have to accept Wu Ya'er's recognition of his ancestors. Now it seems that Wu Ya'er may have been the one who was forced.
, for the sake of identity, and even more so for the reputation of my mother, I hid this unspeakable evil thing and put it in a shiny skin.
Judging from the Wu Ya'er mother and son she came into contact with, they never wanted to identify with any ancestor and belong to a certain clan.
"Miss..." Yuanji asked what to do next.
If people from the Wu family publicize Wu Ya'er's life experience to the world, the young lady's side will also be affected.
Do you want to talk to the Wu family first?
Li Minglou said: "Let Weijie continue to spy on their purpose. Also, Zhongqi is in Henan Road, so let him also keep an eye on this Wu family."
Once something happened to the Wu family, she would not talk to them, she would make them unable to move.
"I'm going to explain it to Zhong Qi." Yuan Ji responded with a smile, stood up, and said with concern, "Miss, please rest early."
The young lady is in poor health and is suitable for sleeping during the day. Now because of this Wu Ya'er, she has to change her schedule and see if she can endure it... Yuan Ji looked at the pretty girl under the lamp and she seemed to have gained some weight...
.Well, in short, Miss, it’s too hard.
Li Minglou looked at him carefully and said: "Uncle Yuan Ji also has a good rest. He seems to have not slept well. Baobao and the other guards are ready to go out, so you don't have to keep an eye on him."
He said and smiled again.
"I will not be in any danger in the palace, and my danger will not come from people."
If God wants to kill her, Yuan Ji and his guards alone cannot prevent her from being guarded day and night. Just like the monk outside Yangzhou City, no one else came close to him, but he still almost killed her.
Is that monk coming soon? She had a vague feeling.
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As the New Year is approaching, the wilderness shrouded in darkness seems to be filled with joy. Scattered firecrackers occasionally come from nowhere in the sky and earth, breaking the deadness of the night.
The withered grass was stepped on, but soon his feet were raised again. The monk looked down and saw a beetle lying on its back in the withered grass. He reached out and turned the beetle over. After waiting for a while, the beetle didn't find its breath again, so it kicked up its legs and burrowed into the soil.
The monk smiled slightly, wrapped his robe tightly, and looked up at the night sky. The night sky was pitch black, and there was an undercurrent in the darkness. The smile on his face disappeared, and his expression became solemn.
That anomaly is becoming increasingly uncontrollable.
He had to talk to her.
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Yuanji carefully walked twice outside Haitang Palace to see clearly the sentry posts and hidden posts.
Jiang Ming followed him and yawned: "Don't worry, go to sleep. I've been sleeping all day. I'll just watch tonight."
Yuan Ji took another look at the palace in front of him. Except for the Li Ming Tower, which was still lit with soft lights, the rest of the palace fell into a deep sleep.
Then he goes...
The thought flashed through the lights outside the palace, and two palace maids were walking slowly with lanterns, followed by Wu Ya'er.
"Why is he here again?" Yuanji frowned, "It's so late at night!"
Jiang Ming rubbed his ears and said, okay, Yuan Ji can't rest tonight, or in other words, Yuan Ji won't be able to sleep at ease if Governor Wu is in the palace for a day.
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After Yuan Ji left, Li Minglou did not rest immediately. She didn't let Yuan Ji think about it too much, but she still couldn't help but think about Wu Ya'er's life experience.
The unfinished letters were burned. She dug out the letters Wu Ya'er had written before and read them one by one. She saw all the past mentioned in Wu Ya'er's letters. He said he had no father. At that time, it was just a shocking sentence.
If so, looking back now, I don’t know what kind of heartache it feels when I put down the pen lightly.
He said that his mother's escape from misfortune was not due to fate's kindness to her, but her own will. For many people, death was the best choice in that situation.
I didn't understand what misfortune was before, but now Li Minglou understands that being able to survive and give birth to a child after being insulted and pregnant really has nothing to do with God. It is Mrs. Wu's own choice, which is beyond the choices that ordinary people can endure.
For most women, committing suicide is their last resort. For some women, even if they do not die, their children will definitely be aborted.
Mrs. Wu was able to make such a choice. She was definitely not insane at that time. She must have been very rational at that time.
Then why did she go crazy?
Was she persecuted by the Wu family? She was already so miserable. Not only did her family not protect her, but they persecuted her...
Li Minglou was in a daze, until the maids reminded him with tiny steps, "Madam, the governor is here."
Governor?
Li Minglou looked up and saw Wu Ya'er walking in. For a moment, he couldn't get his mind back to his senses and asked, "Are you here to bring snacks again?"
The maids were a little embarrassed when they asked this question and looked at Wu Yaer's empty hands.
Wu Ya'er didn't have any embarrassment and said calmly: "I heard from Jin Ju that you were in a bad mood. Come over and see what's the matter."
Li Minglou then came back to his senses and said "It's okay" and asked him to sit down.
Wu Ya'er came closer and saw the papers spread out on the table: "Are you still busy?"
"I'm not busy, let's read the letter." Li Minglou blurted out. He immediately remembered what letter he was reading and hurriedly put the letter away.
But it was still too late. Wu Ya'er had already seen the envelope and recognized his handwriting. He was a little surprised: "I am here, what are you doing reading the letter?"
Li Minglou was asked by him and didn't know how to answer for a moment. Either she was annoyed that she didn't know how to answer or she was embarrassed to be caught reading the letter he wrote, so she simply pushed the letter away: "What do I want to read?"
What are you looking at? Do you still want to take care of it?"
Wu Ya'er smiled and said: "I don't care, what I mean is, if there is anything I can do to help, just tell me."
Li Minglou leaned in front of the desk and made a sound. Seeing his face full of concern, the shame and anger immediately dissipated, replaced by a little sadness, Wu Ya'er, is he feeling bitter in his heart?
"What's wrong?" Wu Ya'er asked, "Is something really wrong? Can you tell me?"
Of course not. Li Minglou smiled at him and asked, "What do you know?"
What could it be? Wu Yaer was a little confused, what is what?
"Such as singing, playing the piano, etc." Li Minglou said.
Well, Wu Ya'er smiled: "I have learned singing, dancing, and can play the zither and flute."
For a rich man, these are the most basic daily routines. Did he live in Wu's big city when he was a child? Mrs. Wu taught him what other children should learn... Li Minglou
Looking at him, he said: "Please play the piano for me, I want to hear it."
Wu Ya'er said: "I learned that when I was a child, but now, I have forgotten it."
Li Minglou pursed his lips.
Wu Ya'er smiled again: "But I know other things now, you just wait."
What are you waiting for? Li Minglou watched him get up and walk out. Jiang Mingyuanji and the two people on the eaves also turned around and followed. Wu Yaer hurried along the waterside pavilion and disappeared into the darkness. After a while, there was a sharp and thin voice from
Came from the darkness...
Sharp, crisp, and a bit rough, it tore through the night.
Li Minglou walked out and saw Wu Ya'er standing outside Haitang Palace holding a thin bamboo leaf with both hands.
Blowing leaves.
She walked over and stood next to Wu Ya'er, raising her head slightly to look at him. Wu Ya'er smiled at her and blew a continuous tune from the thin bamboo leaves.
The tune is not a tune, it seems to be whispering, and it seems to be a meaningless roar.
Those harps, zithers, songs, and dances couldn't express the anguish in his heart. Only the grass and leaves allowed him to do whatever he wanted in the sky and wilderness.
Li Minglou stretched out his arms to hug him and put his head in front of him.
Wu Ya'er was stunned, and so was Jiang Ming Yuanji on the eaves.
The two palace maids leaned against the pillars and murmured: "The wonderful blowing of the willow leaves stirs the mournful bamboos, and the wild horses rise in the wind and hate the credit. If it were a cold moonlit night in Yanmen, all the frightening sand would be swept away at this time."