"Thank you, Childe."

The little lady in red bent down to thank her, a piece of snowflake silver is ten taels, for the poor, this is a great fortune, and it is indeed worth her to bend down and thank you.

Zhu Jian made a generous move, which attracted all the passers-by who were watching, and all kinds of envy, the trench was a loser.

"The little lady is polite."

Zhu Jian bowed, it was a return gift, he suddenly thought of something, his expression was a little strange, how does this plot feel a little familiar?

The little lady in red glanced at him, took the bowl and walked to the other side to wait for the reward.

Zhu Jian scratched his head, he suddenly seemed to have caught something, but he couldn't remember it in a hurry.

After receiving the award, the little lady in red began to perform again in the sound of gongs, this time, she performed a fancy double sword, which was very good-looking, attracting bursts of applause.

"She's a master with a sword."

After Zhu Jian squeezed out of the crowd, a dragon and tiger guard suddenly spoke again.

Uh, she's not going to be a red lady, is she?

Zhu Jian was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head, how is this possible, the Red Lady in the history met Li Xin somewhere in Henan a few years later, this is Jingshi, how could the Red Lady come to Beijing to perform arts, it's just a coincidence, there are more women in red dresses in the world.

However, the little lady in red who looked like Xiaoice's idol still gave him a strange feeling, he couldn't tell what it was for a while, after thinking about it, he whispered to Wang Chengen, sent someone to stare at the red family class, and tried every means to inquire about the details of the red family class, the name of the little lady in red.

Wang Chengen nodded, and casually pulled a young man to explain in a low voice, the Son of Heaven slipped out of the palace to go shopping, with only four dragon and tiger guards by his side, how could he rest assured, he had already secretly dispatched dozens of plainclothes brocade guards and Dongchang Fanzi to secretly accompany the guards, just in case.

Zhu Jian actually knew it, but he didn't make a sound, as long as he didn't disturb him, it was up to them, at least half of the many passers-by who watched the little lady in red just now were plainclothes agents from Jinyiwei and Dongchang.

He really wanted to take a look at the Ming Dynasty version of the idol, but he felt as if he had something else to do, so he carefully combed through his brain, and took out the small notebook he brought with him and looked through it a few times, but he still didn't remember what he pulled down, and he was very depressed.

Zhu Jian continued to go shopping, this time, he wanted to take a good look at the suffering of the common people.

"Get out of the way."

There was a shouting from the front, and several officials drove an ox cart to meet them, and passers-by avoided them.

When the ox cart passed by, Zhu Jian blinked, and saw more than a dozen thin human feet exposed under the broken straw mat on the cart, and immediately frowned.

After inquiring, I learned that the heavy snow fell last night, and many beggars froze to death in the city, and the officials were pulling the bodies to the graves outside the city for burial.

"My steamed buns, pay me back ......"

The boy's screams were heard in the alley on one side, followed by the boy's screams and the girl's screaming cry, as if someone had beaten her.

"Little rabbit, dare to rob your uncle, hum." An old man in tattered clothes came out of the alley scolding, holding a black steamed bun in his hand and gobbling it up as he walked.

Zhu Jian walked over and saw that an eleven or twelve-year-old, unkempt little beggar had fallen on the snow, and a six or seven-year-old, equally unkempt, thin little girl knelt beside him and cried.

"Don't cry, you can buy a lot of steamed buns with this." Zhu Jian approached, comforted softly, and took out a broken silver of about three or four taels from his purse.

"Thank you, Childe."

The boy rolled over and got up, kneeling on the ground with his sister to thank him.

"Childe, although you have a good heart, you will harm them." The crisp sound resounded behind itself.

Zhu Jian turned around and saw that it was the little lady in red of the Ming version of the idol, and couldn't help but be stunned: "You don't perform anymore?" ”

The little lady in red had a slightly red face, and explained that she was passing by with a little matter, and by the way explained what she just said, the situation just now, the son also saw it, a dirty steamed bun that fell to the ground and was covered with mud and sand were robbed, not to mention three or four taels of silver, being robbed is just a trivial matter, where does a beggar get so much silver? It's strange that he is not caught by the government as a thief and beats the board, with his thin body and bones, how many boards can he hold?

"......" Zhu Jian was speechless, but it does make sense when he thinks about it, it is too big to want to save people but harm people.

He took back the money, and was about to ask his subordinates to buy steamed buns or something, but the little lady in red sighed: "This poor brother and sister are fortunate to meet Gongzi today, what about tomorrow?" What about the day after tomorrow? The beggars of the world are ......"

"Then the little lady said what to do?" Zhu Jian frowned and asked, it's not right to save it, it's not right not to save it, beauty, then tell me, what should I do?

The little lady in red smiled bitterly and shook her head, she didn't know what to do? I just think that those who are officials eat fat and have big ears, but why are the common people so poor that they have no clothes and can't fill their stomachs, what is the reason?

Zhu Jian saw that her expression was serious, not like a joke, he couldn't help but scratch his head, and his heart suddenly moved, why don't you adopt these little beggars and train them to be diehards?

As soon as he thought of this, his heart knot was suddenly untied, and he bowed to the little lady in red, and said: "Thank you for the little lady's advice, Xiaosheng Zhujian, dare to ask the little lady's name?" ”

The surname Zhu is a national surname, no one dares to use it indiscriminately, and the result of indiscriminate use is to wipe out the family, and he can only make up a pseudonym with the same sound.

"The princes are polite, the little woman Lu ...... Matchmaker ...... "The little lady in red was pretty and red, and hurriedly bent down to return the salute, to be honest, she was an orphan, nameless and surnameless, and was taken in by Lu Jiantong, the head of the red family, just because she loved to wear red dresses, so she was named Lu Hongniang, and everyone usually called her the red lady.

Red lady?

Zhu Jian had a feeling of being struck by lightning, and he was stupid on the spot, God, you're not kidding, are you? Brother transferred Li Xin to Beijing in advance, cutting off the fate of his acquaintance with the red lady, but this stalk should be on my brother?

"What's wrong with Childe?" Seeing his strange expression, Lu Hongniang couldn't help but ask worriedly.

"Ah...... It's nothing, matchmaker, good name, people are like their names, hehe......"

Zhu Jian made a haha and got by, in his memory, there is very little information about the Red Lady in historical records, no name and no surname, and some historians even think that the Red Lady does not exist at all, and Li Xin is also fictional. Well, whether the two exist in the historical records or not, but now they are alive in front of them.

Uh, she won't be like another parallel world, Li Xin, no, she snatched her brother up the mountain to force her to get married, right?

He automatically made up a very evil picture in his brain, if that was the case, he would never obey it?

Lu Hongniang's pretty face appeared a touching flush, there was an indescribable soft color in her smart and clear eyes, and her heart was inexplicably and wonderfully beating...... Still is...... A good match.

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