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When the bell of Wan'an Temple bell tower rang, penetrating the clouds and spreading all over the temple's large and small Zen courtyards, Qiu Niang didn't turn her head to avoid the eyes of the eldest lady, covered her lower abdomen with one hand, and whispered: "The slave's stomach hurts for a while, I'm afraid it's a small day." ”

At the moment, Qiu Niang made a choice, abandoned Ji Yao, who had no external help, and bet the treasure on Zhenguo Gong.

The eldest lady said that half of the dowry would be given to the third lady, but it is difficult to say whether her own dowry can be kept.

Qiu Niang understands every master in the house, Mrs. Tai's temper, and she will not let go of the eldest lady, maybe when they go back from Wan'an Temple, Mrs. Tai will come up with new tricks and wait, the eldest lady is too busy to take care of herself, and she can't talk about taking care of Sanniang.

Qiu Niang decided to rely on herself and tightly cling to the big tree of Zhenguogong.

The woman is the most unclean, and she must not dare to appear in the temple to cultivate the place, not to mention doing things for the dead, she comes to a small day at this time, which means that Qiu Niang will not be able to appear in the Zen temple for a few days after that.

Ji Yao saw through Qiu Niang's lies at a glance, and for some reason, she felt a little relaxed in her heart.

That's it, Ji Yao said secretly, nodded and let Qiu Niang leave, but pointed out two henchmen to serve Qiu Niang closely, intending to take care of her.

Xiao Liang's work is open, although he can get rid of Qiu Niang, but it is also known to everyone, it is nothing more than an old drama of adultery and elopement. When things come out, the first one of the three ladies can't come out to meet people, there is a biological mother who has a bad reputation, and who is willing to marry the third lady in the middle of the capital, the gains outweigh the losses.

There are many ways to get rid of people quietly, there is no need to rush for a while, Ji Yao has enough patience to deal with Mrs. Tai, and borrow Xiao Liang's hand to get rid of Qiu Niang.

Withdrawing from the miscellaneous people, she slowly closed the door of the hall, closed the open windows one by one, and knelt alone in front of her parents' tablet for more than half an hour.

One is for my grandfather, and I hope that his old man will get rid of the sea of suffering as soon as possible, and he will not have to be tortured by the underworld after death.

One to a few uncles, may the deceased be peaceful and not disturbed by the world.

Another one for my grandmother and aunts, Luoyang City is about to turn into scorched earth, and it is their blessing to leave early.

There is also a flower for the dead and surviving cousins and nieces in the teaching workshop, there are eggs under the nest, and their suffering today may be Ji Yao's next tomorrow.

The last little feverfew, Ji Yao gently placed it in front of her father's tablet, remembering the young man who cared about her for eight years, he was his father's student, and he received his father's blessing of exchanging his life for his life, and then did his best to take care of Ji Yao.

"A-Yao, I haven't seen you for a few days and grown taller again. The prince touched the top of her head, and his tone was gentle.

"Looking at Lonely, A-Yao learned to compose lyrics, which is good, much stronger than when Lone was young. He smiled heartily.

Until one day, Ji Yao was wearing a light purple high-waisted skirt, and the skirt was embroidered with silver jasmine as small as peach petals, like stars falling in the sky, and the prince's eyes were also shining with stars, which was bright and warm.

"Ah Yao has finally grown into a little girl!" he smiled and sighed, standing tall in front of her, her broad shoulders shielding Ji Yao from the spring wind and sand, his shoulders were covered with floating soil, and her head and face were clean.

Ji Yao hooked her head to look at the flowers and bones on her skirt, and her grandmother said that there were already two palace people serving the prince, and she hurried to ask him, but she didn't know what to say when she saw it.

The prince took her hand, the slightly cool palm startled Ji Yao to raise his head, he smiled and scratched her nose, and said in a kissy tone: "What do you want? ”

"I was thinking about the newcomers in the East Palace, and I heard that they were born as beautiful as flowers. After Ji Yao finished speaking, she blushed first.

The prince looked at her for a while, a good-looking smile appeared on his face, and his eyes were extremely firm and said to Ji Yao: "Don't worry, no one can take your place, A-Yao is unique here." ”

He pointed to his left chest and spoke, and Ji Yao blushed again.

It was the first and last promise he made to her.

The garden of her grandfather's house, the carefree days of her youth, loved her and spoiled her relatives...... After a palace change, they all turned into feverfew on the table, and they were replaced by another way to accompany Ji Yao.

Ji Yao burst into tears, silently venting her sadness, her liver and intestines hurt, sometimes she didn't understand how she could pretend to smile in front of people, and she laughed like a fool without heart and lungs.

When everything was quiet, a slight noise on the window lattice woke Ji Yao, she wiped the tears from her face, and asked softly, "Who?" The subordinates had quickly rolled up the little feverfew sleeves on the table into their arms.

Ji Yao asked again, but no one answered, the Zen courtyard was too quiet, Ah Xiu and Ah Jin should be outside the hall, but they couldn't hear their response.

Ji Yao slowly squatted down, rolled up her skirt, pulled out the dagger from the leather sheath tied to her calf, and hid behind the window that made a sound, next to the corner of the wall, a shadow that could not be illuminated by the candle flame just allowed her to hide.

The wooden window was pushed open from the outside, Yuehua poured into the hall, a figure jumped lightly on the ground, looked around the room, and then turned his head, his throat was facing the dagger in Ji Yao's hand, and the cold light pointed directly at the point.

He is not very old, about sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed in black and very capable, much taller than Ji Yao, she raised one hand above her head to his throat, and she could see that his black eyes were clearly surprised.

The man only stretched out two fingers to pinch the dagger, moved his wrist slightly, reversed the handle and held it into his hand, stretched out his fingers and popped out the pebbles to extinguish the 7749 bright lanterns, and the action was like flowing water in one go.

Under the rapid turn of the situation, Ji Yao didn't have time to be surprised, and saw another person jumping in from the window, tall, with broad shoulders and long legs, still in the shape of a man.

By the moonlight, someone came to see where Ji Yao was, ran straight to her, and said in a low voice: "Ah Yao, it's me, cousin eleven." The voice was clear and sweet, with a hint of eagerness, as if the owner of the voice had already held Ji Yao with both hands and looked at her carefully.

Ji Yao almost fell to the ground, although he couldn't see his face clearly, but this voice was right, it was the Song family's cousin Shiyi Lang, whose life and death were unknown.

"Brother", Ji Yao choked up, she remembered something, held Song Shiyilang's arm and asked: "How can Brother come in?" ”

After a long absence, Song Shiyi Lang still hasn't come back to his senses, he only has a few blood relatives left, Ji Yao is one of them, he can still see the old man after the disaster, and his heart is surging and speechless.

"They are all asleep, and they will not realize that we have come. The young man by the window opened his mouth to speak, probably during the voice change period, the noise was hoarse like a night owl, and his subordinates were playing with Ji Yao's dagger, while paying attention to the movement outside the courtyard, revealing half of his side face, and the extremely straight nose bridge was vaguely visible.

"Brother, this is ......" With intuition, Ji Yao guessed that the person brought by Song Shiyi Lang had an extraordinary relationship with him.

"Shichiro, for my life-saving grace. Song Shiyilang's words were concise and shocking, not a word about this Qilang's life experience and background, the reason why he did this was also out of good intentions, and there were some things that didn't need to be known to A-Yao, so as not to make her frightened.

Ji Yao let go of her cousin, straightened her clothes and knelt down to thank the young man, "Thank you Qilang for saving your life, A-Yao has nothing to reciprocate, only a little courtesy, I hope you don't feel strange." ”

Shichiro didn't shy away from this worship, and said nonchalantly: "The effort of raising your hands is not a merit." After saying that, he cleared the noise, his voice was so ugly that he couldn't hear it.

He saw that the girl's eyes were unusually bright when she got up, and when he entered the temple just now, she still had tears on her face, and it was not that Eleven Lang boasted that her cousin was as strong as her husband, and that Shichiro touched her neck, and that this crying little girl almost cut his throat.

Ji Yao's three-legged cat kung fu didn't make Qilang panic, but he heard that she was a little girl who lived in the boudoir, so she may not be a little contemptuous, so she was the first to be subject to Ji Yao.

She is actually not so weak, Shichiro muttered and half-covered the window lattice, hid behind the wooden lattice and looked at the courtyard, and heard the brother and sister reminiscing, and the young man was stubborn in his boredom, holding a dagger aimed at the moonlight and reflected it into the house.

A bouquet of silver shines on the place where Ji Yao is sitting, her fair cheeks are stained with tears, her apricot eyes are full of moisture as if she can speak, a few strands of broken hair on her forehead are stuck together, her red lips are one by one, her small nose, her beautiful eyes are looking forward to it, and she is pitiful, just sitting there and not talking is much better than the beauty picture on the painting.

Qilang was stunned for a while, and his heart went south and north for dozens of provinces to see such a bright little girl, no wonder he always listened to the accomplices in the gang said how the girls were, and praised like a nine-day fairy, it was better to see than to hear.

"Brother, are you okay?" Ji Yao didn't ask her cousin where she was begging for a living, because she knew that if she asked, her cousin might not be able to say.

Just as my cousin likes to study a few years ago, he can't see each other all year round, and he wrote back to Ji Yao to say that he had anecdotes and anecdotes outside, the people were honest, the style was picturesque, and the country was willing to appreciate it with Xiao Ayao.

But when the people came back, they didn't get tanned, and they didn't wake up after sleeping in the room for three days and three nights, and finally when they woke up, they took a few boards of family law from their grandfather, and threw some novel folk stubbornness to Ji Yao and a few sisters, and they slipped out of the capital again, and the next time they met, it was still the same.

"I live secretly, God must spare my life for a reason, and I bear it. "Song Shiyi Lang rarely has such a vicissitudes of life, he is the Song family's most unsuccessful son, since he was a child, he hates poetry and articles, and he doesn't like officialdom entertainment, always saying that Luoyang City stinks, how can the mountains and countryside be fragrant, love to wander between the rivers and mountains, and aspire to write a landscape chronicle that has never been seen before.

It was precisely his inferiority that saved him, when he was in the mountains and forests of Xiangxi to visit the legendary hermit, trapped in the forest like a ghost barrier for more than two months, and after getting out, he remembered to go down the mountain to send a letter of peace to his home, which expected that his portrait was posted on the city gate, and there was a reward of fifty taels for those who caught it.

"No, my head is worth fifty gold. Song Shiyi Lang said with a smile, he didn't tell Ji Yao that his current worth is more than this, at least ten times.