Chapter 501 The little lady brought back by the general
Li Heng and Li Mi looked at each other and smiled, feeling a little happy that their plot had succeeded. The prince put his hands together and crossed his fingers and said, "Such a trivial matter is not a problem."
Li Mi took out a piece of paper from his arms, handed it to Li Siye and said: "This is the slave status of the maid Daorou. She was originally the daughter of Li Zhao, a good man in Gaoling County. Her father was sentenced to exile by the county magistrate for setting up a gambling fight and killing people.
He died on the way to Liuzhou. Before his death, he sold his daughter into slavery and was trafficked to Chang'an by merchants. This slave status has been stamped by the Chang'an West City Office, and there are no loopholes."
He had just finished reading the slave book coloring experience when Li Mi magically took out a piece of paper and handed it to him: "This is the sales contract issued by the slave market in Xishi. The time is today at 6:00. You passed by Xishi this morning.
When I was walking to the market, I met the slave market. Because I saw that my slave Daorou was from the same hometown of Gaoling and came from the same clan, I felt compassion and bought her."
Just two pieces of paper arranged the slave's ins and outs. Even the motive was clearly explained. It was just an arrangement for a forced sale. He turned his head and looked at Daorou's hands on his knees beside him. The slave girl felt his hand.
His eyes and hands involuntarily curled into fists.
These hands are as tender as catkins, and the wrists are as white as gelatin. Can a daughter of a good citizen of Gaoling County have such white hands? Can a daughter of an ordinary citizen have no calluses on her hands? I am afraid that both the slave book and the sales contract are all forgeries.
of.
Li Siye had no way to refuse, he would not really think that this was just a slave.
This was the golden hoop Li Heng had placed for him. Only by accepting it could he reassure the other party. He leaned forward and crossed his hands and said, "Thank you, Prince, for your gift."
Li Heng put down the tea cup and smiled and said: "The friendship between Si Ye and me originated from the 25th year of the lunar calendar. At that time, I was just a loyal king, and you were just a subordinate of the common man Li Ying. At that time,
I was entrusted by my eunuch Gao Lishi to arrange for you to go to Qixi to serve as an official. Since then, I have believed that the fate between you and me will not be severed. Giving you a maid is nothing."
It really is nothing. From the beginning of Zhenguan to the early years of Kaiyuan, in every political turmoil, countless prominent officials were implicated, their families were destroyed, their property was confiscated, and their wives and daughters were made slaves. Once they entered the lowly status, their descendants were still
Low status, unless the dynasty is overthrown and the dynasty is changed.
Who will vindicate these people? No one will. Once he fails in the political struggle, future generations will be implicated. From here, Li Siye thought of himself. Will he change his destiny due to some unknown decisions?
The woman's true identity is open to question.
The three parties had initially reached an agreement and the matter was settled. Li Siye also stood up to leave. He crossed his arms to the prince and slowly exited the next door. The maid named Daorou followed him closely, as if she was afraid of being abandoned.
When he walked to the door, he suddenly remembered something, turned around and crossed his hands to the prince and said, "May I ask, Your Highness, where is Abe Nakamaro currently living?"
"Who?" Li Heng heard a convoluted name and didn't remember who it was for a moment.
"Japan sent a student from the Tang Dynasty to study abroad and changed his Han name to Chao Heng. He should now be a high-ranking official in the DPRK."
"Oh," the prince then remembered and said, "Chao Heng, the current Secretary and Superintendent and Wei Shaoqing, the saint gave his residence in Yongxingfang."
"Thank you, Your Majesty the Prince."
After Li Siye left, Li Heng turned to ask Li Mi beside him: "What is he looking for Chao Heng for?"
Li Mi shook his head and exhaled in a voice like a whistle: "I don't know, maybe he has a wide circle of friends, including even knowledgeable Japanese like Chao Heng."
"That's just right. Chao Heng's holy family is prosperous. If he can get to know Chao Heng, it will be a big help."
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Li Siye stomped down the stairs, walked out of the viewing wall and merged into the dark green world. He turned around slightly and saw the woman named Daorou following him with her hands folded.
When he was in Shule, there was a group of slaves and maids at home, but those people were used to clean the house and serve the twelve mothers, and they were also ugly in appearance. He himself had never used maids, and most of the time they were maids.
It's not easy to summon Yan Xiaosi, let alone have such a beautiful woman by your side.
He stopped suddenly, and Daorou also stopped his feet. There was no sign of brake failure. The woman's reaction was okay. Was her nerves tense all the time?
He raised his finger and drew circles: "That."
"Please give me your instructions, Alang."
Daorou lowered his waist slightly, and Li Siye turned around and sighed: "Let's go."
In the evening, Li Siye led the maid in white into the backyard. Yan Xiaosi was sitting in the middle of the yard, using a whetstone to sharpen a sword. The sound of stabbing suddenly stopped. He raised his head and his eyes began to follow.
The figure turned, and even his Adam's apple forgot to squirm. The two soldiers were swearing at each other, and their voices suddenly became hoarse. They turned their heads and watched the woman walking past them. A soldier was sitting in the corner, sewing his slits.
He took out his Liuhe boots, took out his needle and thread, raised his head, and immediately opened his mouth. Until the woman's figure disappeared in front of the hall, he hissed in pain, and his lips were pricked by the needle.
Li Siye stood in front of the hall, turned around, and ordered Captain Zhao who was lying cross-legged on the desk to copy: "Captain Zhao, arrange a room for Daorou... for my maid."
Captain Zhao raised his head and looked behind Li Siye with his eyes like incandescent light bulbs. He was stunned for a moment and then said: "General, the wing you live in has internal and external partitions. Since you are a maid, you should..."
He quickly closed his mouth and changed his words: "There is space next to you, and the bedding is still new."
"good."
Li Siye came to the door of the back hall, opened the door and walked in. He said to Daorou behind him: "Go to your room and tidy up, don't worry about me."
Daorou nodded, turned around and went to the right wing, only to see the door and window wide open. Captain Zhao and Yan Xiaosi were cleaning the room each with a feather duster and whisk. She stood expressionless, as if she was not interested in these two people.
There is no sense in what he does.
Lieutenant Zhao stopped what he was doing, stepped forward and smiled attentively: "Ms. Daorou, the room has been cleaned. You can have a good rest."
Yan Xiaosi was unwilling to be left behind, so he stepped forward and crossed his hands and said, "Madam, I am Yan Xiaosi, and I am the general's personal brigade commander. If you have any inconvenience, feel free to give me your orders."
When Daorou heard Yan Xiaosi's words about the rate of personal soldiers and brigade, her lowered eyes lit up for a moment, and soon became calm. She lowered her body and saluted them and said: "Daorou is just a slave, I don't dare
You two laborers are really a slave to the slaves."
The two of them didn't know where Li Siye got this lady from, and they didn't know what his attitude was towards this slave, so they didn't dare to ask questions, so they could only smile and cross their hands and said: "Madam Daorou, you have a good rest, let's go down.
Already."
They exited Dou Rou's room, closed the door for her, and exchanged hostile glances. Then they each walked to the corridor in the back hall, where they were surrounded by five or six soldiers and servants.
"Well, where did the general bring this? Could it be the number one item in the Cuiyu Pavilion in Pingkangfang?"
"What the hell, this is the general's maid."
"Nonsense, only young masters have maids. How have you ever seen a general have maids? These are probably concubines given by saints and brought back to Shule to be their second wives."
While they were talking, Dou Rou in the opposite wing closed both windows, apparently hearing these whispers.
In the early morning of the next day, Li Siye held a short knife and put the bronze mirror up on the flower wall in the yard. He reached out and grabbed his beard, and used the blade of the knife to cut off the longer beard to make it look more beautiful.
He loudly ordered Yan Xiaosi: "Xiaosi, go to the backyard to get the horse, and come with me to Yongxingfang to visit Abe Nakamaro. You should also take Fujimaki's urn with you."
Yan Xiaosi, however, stayed there in a daze, his eyes seemed to be drawn by something else, looking over Li Siye's shoulder and behind him.
"Yan Xiaosi?"
Li Siye looked back and saw that the maid Daorou had led Hei Pang and Qing Zhui behind them. Even Teng Mu's urn was tied to the side of the saddle with yellow silk. She leaned over and knelt on the ground with her hands folded on one knee.
The black hair on the ground hung down from her shoulders, making the shoulders of her plain white clothes look even weaker. However, she regarded herself as a horse pier and said crisply: "Alang, please mount the horse."
Li Siye frowned, quickly walked around his maid Dao Rou, and climbed onto the horse from the other side of the black fat man. Although it was too difficult to mount the horse left-handed, and even the horse was puffing out white air and shaking. But he finally sat firmly on the horse.
He snorted coldly, not sure if he was dissatisfied with Yan Xiaosi or with the maid Daorou, but he was dissatisfied anyway.
Not far away, Captain Zhao and his soldiers opened their mouths in astonishment.