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On the first night of Qiu Niang's disappearance, the three ladies and six gods had no owner, and they snuggled up to Ji Yao to seek comfort, their big wet eyes were full of uneasiness, and she refused to go back to her room to sleep even if Ji Yao said all the good things.

"Sister, the room is too dark, who knows if anyone will come tonight, maybe my aunt will get lost for a while, and she can come back at night. The third lady hung her head and spoke timidly, and Sister Ah must be angry that Qiu Niang would lose everyone's face with a straight face.

knew that this was the case, and there was nothing to do for her to stay in the house, and the third lady bit her lip and wanted to cry again.

"If Qiu Niang comes back, she doesn't have to live in the Guogong Mansion anymore, I have a Zhuangzi on the outskirts of the city, the place is secluded and there are few people, and the yard is not big. If you want to, call her into the city every other month. Ji Yao's words were not without severity, and the third lady's head lowered again.

Ji Yao is scheming towards her sister-in-law, Ji Yao is still the first time, she has always treated Sanniang generously and preferentially, she loves this sister from the bottom of her heart, and she is also much more tolerant of Qiu Niang.

But people threw her sincerity and face on the ground and trampled on her like a defeated flower, and Ji Yao was not a dead person, so she was angry in her heart.

No matter what the truth is, Xiao Liang said that Qiu Niang eloped, and Ji Yao also treated it as a fact. Zhenguo Mansion and their sisters are not ugly for a day or two, and it is not bad for Qiu Niang, she is planning how to give the third lady a good bel sound, so that her sister will suffer less setbacks in marriage in the future.

Ji Yao untied the third lady's bun, picked out an extra strand of hair and hung it in front of her forehead, looked left and right by herself, and said: "After you go back, let the nurse cut out an extra strand of forehead hair like this, preferably a little longer, half covering your eyes." Also, if someone asks about Qiu Niang, you have to know how to answer. ”

The third lady seemed to understand whether she understood or not, twisting the handkerchief in her hand, and the silk pal made her hand bones white, and it took a long time before she made up her mind and said: "She wants to steal and destroy the reputation of the Ji family, that is self-willing, and my own mother died early." ”

The more the third lady spoke, the more difficult it became, and in the end, she covered her mouth and overflowed with thin sobs.

Ji Yao looked at her sister steadily, feeling very sorry in her heart and refusing to show it on her face. Qiu Niang is an abscess on their sister's body, and she is about to break through the epidermis and flow yellow water, without the accident of Wan'an Temple, Ji Yao also has to find a way to remove the pus and sores in secret, even if she and her sister will have a knot in their hearts because of this.

"Copy the scriptures, go home and eat fast with my sister, and follow me to copy the scriptures by heart. Madame Bai, who taught me calligraphy at first, also converted to Buddhism last year, and she used to say that she liked your handwriting. When you finish writing, Sister Ah asked someone to give it to Mrs. Bai for a look, as long as she looks good, it is useful to say a word. Ji Yao only said seven points when she spoke, and she wanted her sister to realize the mystery.

The white lady was born in a famous family, and when she was in the boudoir, she was the best in the capital, and her husband was the son of a princess, who went in and out of the court and major families at will, and there were countless female disciples under her door, including the late queen and the rightfully favored Ji Guifei and the princess and county lord, of course, only the eldest daughter was accepted.

Mrs. Bai can see the pen and ink of the third lady, which is also related to Ji Yao's special recommendation, you must know that even the second lady can't get into Mrs. Bai's eyes, Mrs. Bai naturally attributed the pen account to Ji Yao, hating Ji Yao for occupying the name of the elder.

Of course, the third lady has heard of Mrs. Bai, and she has only seen it a few times in the Guogong Mansion, but Mrs. Bai has a withdrawn temperament, and she only recognizes her for decades.

"Madame Bai really said that I write well?" the third lady was a little incredulous.

Ji Yao smiled, "Yes, I didn't say that I was afraid that I would be frivolous after you knew it, and I would never work hard to practice calligraphy again." ”

After hearing this, a smile appeared on the third lady's face, and although her eyes were swollen like peaches, her dark eyes slowly became brighter. She smiled exceptionally well, the corners of her eyes were slightly raised, her eyes were black and white, and even if she didn't open her mouth, she could tell others what she wanted to say, and she wanted to speak with an indescribable charm.

Ji Yao sighed lightly, she had seen the same look on the faces of the widows beside the abolished prince, and she had also seen the familiar smiles on the concubines of her uncle and cousins.

The younger sister was born good-looking and enchanting, and Ji Yao's heart sank again.

The third lady's temperament is not very strong, what she is afraid of is that she will be picked into the mansion as a concubine by Wang Sun, the prince of Zhenguo is eager to climb to the royal family, Xiaoliang is also dedicated to the benefit of the Guogong Mansion, Ji Yao's words are very useless, but she can't bear to see her sister inferior to others for the rest of her life and follow the old path of Qiu Niang.

When will the sisters have the final say? Make their own decisions, and they don't have to put their lives in the hands of others.

Still guarding in front of her parents' tablet, Ji Yao read the scriptures in her mouth, thinking about the dagger and her cousin, hoping that her cousin could leave the capital safely.

Song Shiyi Lang waited outside the city for two days and two nights, but Han Qi did not appear for a long time.

He has been familiar with it since he was a child, which wine shop does not mix water, and which small shop's soup is better than the big restaurant, he knows it well.

Now that the hero is useless, he can only look at the tall walls of Luoyang City and sigh.

Stepping into that place is death, but Song Shiyi Lang couldn't wait, he was afraid that Han Qi would have an accident.

The old gang leader is not afraid if he dies, if Han Qi has something, the Huaibei Salt Gang will really be in chaos, this is not the result that Song Yishilang wants. His name is Shi Da now, and the name of the person who roams the rivers and lakes is just a mark, it doesn't matter if it sounds good or not, the key is how many people will respond and follow after the name is called loudly.

Shi Da was willing to be a small leader of the Salt Gang, but Song Shiyi Lang wanted to do something bigger, he told him to wait a little longer, waiting for Han Qi to come back safely, he believed in that child's ability.

It is reasonable for him to call Han Qi a child, Han Seventy-six, he has three out of twenty, and he has never married a wife, and he is also a person he does not like, he would rather lack than abuse, but in the future, someone will have to pass on the incense for the Song family.

Therefore, it is not only himself who is alive, but the entire Song family of hundreds of people.

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Under the Dingding Gate of the South Gate of Luoyang City, there is a payment document for the reward of the list, and the book is a traitor Song Zhang, the word Shaojun, there are three in the twenties, and the prince and the remnants of the Song Party are abolished, and the whereabouts of the Song family are unknown since the Song family was executed, and the reward for those who are caught is fifty.

Han Qi obliquely glanced at the portrait on the list, the person on the painting had rough facial features like a pig slaughterer, and the painting didn't look like how to catch people.

With this portrait, Brother Song didn't dare to enter the city, he was really a rat guts, and Han Qi was a little disdainful.

Han Qi went back and forth more than ten times at this Dingding Gate, and every time he passed by, he felt that the city wall was too high, and the top of the city gate brushed his head. Luoyang City pressed him not only the tall and solid city walls, but also the heavily guarded forbidden palace.

Think that the forbidden palace wall is three zhang high, and the imperial city river is dug around, and the three layers inside and the outer three layers are heavily guarded, and they are on duty day and night, surrounded like an iron bucket. Han Qi didn't think about sneaking in, but he heard that Divine Doctor Gu was a dry thin old man, who could follow him over the city wall and endure the toss?

Besides, he didn't know which palace the emperor lived in, and Song Shiyilang in the forbidden palace also knew a little about it, only saying that the place could not be entered by idlers, and after entering, it was like a labyrinth, a palace similar to that of a whirlwind, and he couldn't tell which one was which.

Looking at the row of red willows outside the Forbidden Palace from afar, Han Qi secretly hated and scolded the emperor Lao'er, who was really troubled, and he didn't feel panicked if he lived in such a big place alone.

He threw down a small silver ingot, which jingled on the table, and the man with the wind in his coat had gone down the wooden stairs.

The young man kneeling in the hall asked affectionately: "Is Lang Jun unappetizing, why did you leave early today." ”

Han Qi threw another piece of broken silver to the running hall, the young man smiled and nodded his head and stopped asking, went to the back hall as usual to cut a few catties of cooked beef before it came out of the pot, wrapped it in oiled paper and handed it to Han Qi.

Since he was a child, Han Qi can speak many local dialects, but now he is too eye-catching with a broken noise, and it is better to talk less, since he entered the capital, his mouth is closed as if he is dumb.

Turning around and walking out of the downtown area, it was almost dark, and the streets and alleys were lit with sporadic lights, Han Qi came to a private house, and Brother Song specially told him not to wander around, let alone go to the vicinity of the old Song family's house.

The Song family is dying, only Song Shiyi Lang is left, a man, a few broken houses, a garden, and a Rausch to see, Han Qi doesn't understand the twists and turns in Brother Song's heart.

He couldn't enter the palace, so he simply stayed at Doctor Gu's house and waited, and the name decal was not used, Han Qi climbed the wall, threw down a stone and didn't hear the movement of a dog chasing him, so he jumped into the courtyard, walked to the backyard in the dark, found the firewood room, picked up the door bolt and hid into the house.

Along the way, he didn't see a thug in the nursing home, and Han Qi saw a person as famous as Doctor Gu for the first time, and there was no need for a strong man to look after the nursing home at home, but when he saw Doctor Gu, he would know that there were many things he hadn't expected, and the trip to Luoyang was just the beginning of his life journey.

He found a clay pot to buckle the beef under it so as not to be bitten by rats, and walked around Gu's house before dawn, knowing that in addition to the son and daughter-in-law of Doctor Gu and the little grandson who was less than one year old, there were also four or five young men who helped catch medicine and a steward, ten maids and servants, two cooks and two rough maids-in-law, and a family of more than 20 people.

Han Qi heard that the son of the Gu family was so anxious that he circled around the house, and he kept talking about Daddy entering the palace for more than ten days, I was afraid that it would be more than auspicious, and if the saint died, it would not be too much for the Gu family to destroy the nine clans.

The daughter-in-law of the Gu family was crying and crying in her arms, and the woman's family was chattering about what to do.

Hidden in the shadow of the trees in the courtyard, Han Qi played with the dagger in his hand against the moonlight, his fingertips slashed over the sharp blade, and somehow he remembered that the girl last night pointed the dagger at his throat, and his eyes were bright and bright.