After walking out of the main hall, Xiao Ying'er's face had not been very good. Sui Gu's shouting reminded her of some past things. Those things reminded her of those people when she was under Sima Ju's control.
Days and nights of fear.
"Uh-huh!" Zhuge Liang coughed lightly next to Xiao Ying'er.
Xiaoying'er looked panicked and looked around hurriedly, wondering: "Who? Who is there?"
Zhuge Liang couldn't help but smile bitterly when he heard this: "I have been following you. Where has your heart gone? You don't even know who dragged you out of the hall?"
Xiao Ying'er seemed to have come to her senses after hearing this, and whispered: "Kong Ming...I'm sorry, I was just distracted and my mind was all messed up."
Zhuge Liang led her to the pavilion in the courtyard. It was already winter, and the weather was a bit cool. It was somewhat cold to stand in the pavilion, but for them, there was no place to talk.
After arriving at the pavilion, Zhuge Liang said to her: "I once heard that she was your Zhang Jiao's daughter. She worked as a Huangtian witch in the hands of the Yellow Turban in Qingzhou. Later, she was displaced and was adopted by her teacher and mistress... But I didn't
Understand, as the daughter of Zhang Jiao and a Huang Tiansha, you should have a high status among the Yellow Turbans. Just now Sui Gu called you, why did you seem so repulsive?"
Xiao Ying'er sighed, turned to a wooden pillar in the pavilion and said: "Kong Ming, actually my name is not Xiao Ying'er. The name my father left for me... is Zhang Ning, just because I live in Luoyang.
When I was young, I received a meal from a local dancer, Lai Ying'er, who helped me survive. In order to repay her kindness, I named myself after Little Ying'er."
Zhuge Liang reached out and patted Xiao Ying'er on the shoulder and said, "I'm standing here, and that's the pillar you're facing."
Xiaoying'er suddenly turned around and faced him: "I'm sorry, I can't see clearly."
Zhuge Liang smiled bitterly: "It's okay, you can continue."
"Actually, as far back as I can remember, I have no impression of my biological parents. It was Qu Shuai and the generals who raised me in the Yellow Turbans. In fact, when I was very young, my life was pretty good. I have no respect for those who raised me.
The people who raised me are also very grateful, but later, the imperial court and local governors carried out a large-scale liquidation of the Yellow Turban Army, and the Yellow Turbans also went their own ways, and I myself fell into the hands of Sima Ju..."
Zhuge Liang was silent for a while and then said: "Is Sima Ju not treating you well?"
Xiao Ying'er smiled bitterly and said: "It's not just bad, they just want to treat me like a pig and a dog... I was young at that time, and I was the orphan of my father. Even if Sima Ju was using me to win over the Yellow Turban tribes in Qingzhou, he should treat me well."
As for me, he has a cold nature. He just doesn't like me. He often refuses to feed me and asks me to serve his wives. I don't have good eyesight, so I can't do it.
When things were going well, he still beat and scolded me, and I was almost beaten to death by him several times... And I once heard him and one of his wives say that they would kill me with drugs after gathering enough yellow scarves.
To avoid being burdensome…”
Zhuge Liang had a look of concern on his face: "This Sima Ju is really shameless! I just used you to gather the Yellow Turban Army, but he actually did what he did. He deserves to die."
Xiao Ying'er sighed: "Anyway, he is dead, so it is considered a natural cycle. It's just that since the Yellow Turban War in Qingzhou, I have been separated among the people, and I have been living by begging. Although it is a bit harder and more dangerous, but carefully
Thinking about it, if I had died outside at that time, it would have been better than in Sima Juna."
Zhuge Liang was silent for a while, then suddenly said: "Xiao Ying'er, do you hate the people in the Yellow Turban?"
Xiaoying'er was silent for a while and said: "I don't hate it, but I'm just afraid."
Zhuge Liang sighed and said: "Xiao Ying'er, you hate the Yellow Turban Army because of what happened to Sima Ju back then. But according to what you just said, the people in the Yellow Turban Army who are similar to Sima Ju may only be a part of them.
And judging from Sui Gu’s surprise and attitude, I can see that quite a few Yellow Turban generals still respect you.”
Xiao Ying'er didn't speak when she heard this.
Zhuge Liang shook his feather fan and said seriously: "You have refused to use your real name for so many years. To put it bluntly, it is not because of your father, nor because of the Yellow Turban, nor even because of Sima Ju. Overall, it is just because of
Being timid, the shadow of your childhood has always shrouded your heart, which is not a good thing."
Xiaoying'er turned her head, looked at Zhuge Liang's face that was vague in her eyes, and said, "Then what do you think I should do?"
"Use your real name, accept this matter, and do what you should do." Zhuge Liang said lightly: "I also lost my father early in life. Although it is not as hard as you, but because of the reason of my father's early death, I am also a little bit embarrassed.
It is dilapidated, but I have never forgotten that I am a descendant of the Zhuge family, and I also think that one day, I will revive the Zhuge family, and in the future, I will be able to stand upright and face my father calmly."
Speaking of this, Zhuge Liang turned to look at Xiao Ying'er seriously and said: "Remember your real name, remember your real surname, remember what you should do, no matter who you meet or what kind of
Whatever happens, don’t forget that Zhang Ning is your real name."
Xiaoying'er: "..."
In the evening of that day, after the pottery merchant finished handling his official duties, he went out of the study door, only to find Xiao Ying'er standing outside the study door holding a bowl of hot soup.
"What are you doing standing here? Come in quickly."
Xiaoying'er nodded, followed the potter back to the study, and carefully placed the soup on the table.
"Master Tao has been tired for a long day. Let's drink some soup to warm up." Xiao Ying'er said with a smile.
The potter shook his head and said with a smile: "It must have been a few years since you stopped calling me Master Tao... It seems that you stopped calling me that way after I became the Tutor."
Xiaoying'er just smiled lightly.
The potter took a sip and smacked his mouth a few times: "Did you learn how to make this soup from Mi Zhen?"
Xiao Ying'er said in surprise: "How does Mr. Tao know?"
"Because I taught him how to make the soup."
Xiao Ying'er suddenly understood, and recalled carefully with her fingers on her chin: "I remember, there seems to be a rumor in Pengcheng that you broke into someone's boudoir one night while teaching the second wife how to make soup.
The marriage was forced, so the second wife married you..."
The potter's face twitched when he heard this.
What bastard started this rumor? Doesn’t this make it clear that you are calling me a hooligan?
No! This matter must be investigated strictly later.
What is the crime of slandering the current Prime Minister and acting like a hooligan?
Catch the person who spreads rumors and causes trouble and castrates him!
"Xiao Ying'er, you've been waiting for me outside the study for a long time, maybe it's not just to bring me soup, right?"
Xiao Ying'er bit her lips, suddenly raised her head and said, "Mr. Tao, my name is not Xiao Ying'er, my real name is Zhang Ning."
The pottery merchant was slightly startled when he heard this.
After being silent for a long time, he smiled and said: "I already knew that your real name is Zhang Ning, so what?"
Xiao Ying'er suddenly bowed to Tao Shang Yingying and said: "Zhang Ning is bold, on behalf of the Yellow Turbans, and also on behalf of myself, I want to ask for a favor from the Prime Minister of the day."
The pottery merchant was stunned when he heard this: "Replace the Yellow Turban?"
"My father is dead, my two uncles are also dead, and the Zhang Ning family has been wiped out due to the war. I am sure that Mr. Tao cares about the overall situation and the suffering of the people. He pardons the Yellow Turbans' sins and recruits the Yellow Turbans to pacify the world!"
Tao Shang narrowed his eyes, looked at her intently, and said: "Xiaoying... Zhang Ning, in what capacity did you come here today to tell me this?"
"The daughter of the people came to the Prime Minister as a Huang Tianwu of the Yellow Turban Army to seek peace."