On the way home, Ah Qi slowed down his horse and came to the little beggar's sleeping carriage, and praised the driver: "This little beggar looks skinny, I didn't expect to be able to fight with two big men for so long, it's really unseemly." ”

Under the pouring rain, Ah Si broke the grass that Ah Qi hit on his face with a cold face: "You can kick a man away with one kick, this little girl must be a practitioner." ”

Ah Qi stretched his coat to the other side with one hand, looked at Ah Si with disgust, and asked rhetorically: "Can Lian Jiazi be a beggar on the street?" ”

Ah Si didn't speak, Ah Qi was still thinking about the previous things, and muttered in a small voice: "There is such a big movement on the street, Your Highness also asked us to warn the surrounding shops not to talk nonsense, isn't it just a little beggar, where is it worth His Highness to spend so much trouble for her?" ”

"Maybe," Ah Si looked ahead, staring at the ripples in the puddle of rain drops, and couldn't help but recall the little beggar's unyielding eyebrows when he was suppressed by the two men, and after a while, he said calmly, "It's because she's tough enough." ”

A sensible woman just wanted to protect herself in the face of the wicked, but she was forced by the other party to fight, obviously looking so vulnerable, but at that time she showed shocking explosiveness.

Even if you are as well-informed as Your Highness, you should never have seen such a wise and brave girl's family.

……

When everyone returned to the palace, the rain was still heavy, and Fu Mingda asked the little beggar to take him down to bathe and change clothes, and went back to the study to deal with political affairs.

Half a month ago, he was ordered to inspect the river in the Qianqiu Canal, and he just returned to the city today, and there was a backlog of official documents that had been piled up all day today.

There were also many officials waiting outside the study to return to King Ning on official business, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, but the officials outside the study were increasing unabated, and the place was lively for a long time.

It wasn't until late in the evening that the crowd dispersed, Mingda walked out of the study with the corner of his forehead, and Li Liying, the housekeeper of King Ning's Mansion, stepped forward to report: "Your Highness, that girl has woken up." ”

Mingda walked forward and asked casually: "Can you ask the imperial doctor to see it?" ”

"I've seen it." Li Li hurriedly said: "Most of the hands and feet are only traumatic, and the wounds on the forehead can also be recovered." It's just that the girl's palms seem to be a little difficult to deal with. ”

Mingda thought about it carefully, and couldn't remember when the little beggar had hurt his hand, so he decided to take a look at it out of curiosity.

Although King Ning's Mansion is large, most of the courtyards are vacant and have not yet been cleaned up, so the housekeeper temporarily placed the little beggar in the east wing of Mingfeng Hall, Mingda's residence, for one night, and will make arrangements tomorrow.

When he entered the door, there was a maid named Hui Ran in the room to take care of him, and when he saw Mingda coming in, he immediately showed an expression of wanting to speak and stop, Mingda was puzzled at first, but when he approached the bed and saw the face of the woman on the bed, he vaguely understood.

Because she was repeatedly hit on her forehead by the beard before, the little beggar was left with a shallow wound on her forehead, and the doctor carefully cleaned the wound for her, and her forehead was covered with a layer of white cloth, which made her face even more haggard and petite.

Although she is called a beggar, her face is not a little dry and yellow like a beggar, but white and smooth like mutton fat jade, with a small nose and delicate red lips, and every part of her face is excessively delicate, and she is not as meticulous as a real person.

The beautiful and natural woman in front of him turned out to be a street beggar with a dirty face before, if it weren't for the fact that he still had a little bit of sanity, Mingda would almost turn around and ask the slave and maid who was guarding him if the person on the couch had been dropped.

Taking a deep breath, he turned his head sideways and asked, "The housekeeper said she had a very serious injury on her hand?" ”

"Yes." Hui Ran stepped forward and flipped over the hand of the person on the bed, and gently removed the gauze on her right hand, revealing a deep wound with bones visible inside.

Mingda only glanced at it and tightened his eyebrows.

As a military person, it's not that I haven't seen the injuries of seriously injured people, but it's just that such a deep wound appears on a delicate-skinned little girl, which is a little terrifying.

"When the slave maid waited for the girl to clean her wounds, she found that she had been holding a sharp stone in her hand, and she did not know what she was doing, because she was holding on with great strength, and she had been refusing to let go, which is why the wound was so deep." Hui Ran carefully wrapped the gauze back around the woman's wrist, and the force was very light, for fear of hurting her.

But even if you are careful, a shallow furrow still appears between the eyebrows of the person on the bed.

The beauty's eyebrows are simply heart-wrenching, and Hui Ran looked at Mingda at a loss: "Your Highness, this ......"

Mingda took two more steps closer, and the person on the bed frowned, his face was so pale that it was almost transparent, but he still pursed his lips tightly without making a sound, looking painful but trying to endure it.

Mingda hesitated and called, "Girl? ”

Yuan just made a tentative sound, but he didn't expect his words to fall, and the other party's slender eyelashes really trembled twice, and then slowly opened his eyes.

The woman's eyes were clean, as if she could see the spring at the bottom at a glance.

Originally, when she closed her eyes, it was already a rare natural beauty, and the way she opened her eyes at this time was even more moving.

"Girl, you're awake." Mingda smiled and lowered his eyes to her clear eyes, "You are injured, the imperial doctor has already bandaged you, don't move yet, lest you touch the wound." ”

The woman's eyes were confused, and she met his gentle handsome face, pursed her lips and asked, "Who are you?" ”

"My name is Fu Mingda."

The woman blinked, as if the clear stream was rippling shallowly: "Is it the Mingming Jiangyi, the worldly Mingda?" ”

Mingda was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a smile.

The woman's smile faded, and she asked him again, "Then do you know what my name is?" ”

This girl's question is so strange, shouldn't she know her own name best?

Thinking like this, Hui Ran raised his head and met His Royal Highness's equally surprised gaze, Mingda's expression was slightly stunned, staring at the delicate face of the person on the bed: "The girl doesn't remember her name?" ”

The woman seemed to notice his strangeness, and her lips pursed together, refusing to say a word more.

Mingda had no way to inquire, so he had to ask Hui Ran to take good care of it and come to visit tomorrow.

The delicate little girl half-leaned on the bed, looked up at the pale blue curtain above her head, and silently grasped the corner of the quilt.

……

When the sky was dark, a few unknown birds flew outside the window, and the crisp chirping stirred Mingda could not sleep, he got up from the couch to wash according to the corners of his forehead, and when he put on his robe and went out, he caught a glimpse of the thin figure in the courtyard.

The air after the rain was humid, the flowers and plants that had been bullied by the rainstorm in the courtyard were wilting and hanging their heads, and the cold wind in the morning blew through the woman's emaciated face, which was unprovoked and pitiful.

Mingda paused to close the door and walked over.

It wasn't dawn yet, and it was a little late yesterday, and the huge palace was still in a state of silence, and Mingda didn't deliberately slow down, so the woman almost immediately noticed his arrival.

She turned her head and looked at Mingda, who was already standing at the stone table, but did not speak.

Mingda nodded at her with a soft expression, and asked out loud: "I got up so early, did my subordinates not take care of it properly?" ”

"Hui Ran took care of it very thoroughly, but I didn't rest well."

Last night, the effect of the medicine had just begun to take effect, and the sour and astringent pain tortured her so that she couldn't sleep peacefully, and she didn't even have time to rest for an hour all night.

Needless to say, Mingda had already noticed the faint blue and black under her eyes.

"After breakfast, I'll ask the doctor to come and treat you and see if there are any external ointments for pain."

The woman sat on the stone bench with her head down, lowered her head slowly when she heard the words, and remained silent.

Mingda tentatively sat down opposite her, looked at her palm-sized face, and asked hesitantly, "You said yesterday that you don't remember who you are, right?" ”

His expression was calm, and his eyes were very sincere, and the woman lifted her eyes to glance at him, and then quickly lowered them, and then took a deep breath as if she had taken a lot of courage, and looked at him again: "Will you help me?" ”

"If I can, I can." Mingda gave her a reassuring pill, "Does the girl want me to help you find your parents and relatives?" ”

"Whether you can find relatives or not is not so important." The little girl, who seemed to be only in the prime of her cardamom years, propped up her chin in distress: "I just want to know who I am." ”

Mingda looked at her thoughtfully.

"Your name is Mingda, the maid who took care of me yesterday is called Hui Ran, and the housekeeper in the house is called Li Li, you all have names...... It's just me, and I don't even know what my last name is. ”

Her tone was a little cheerful, but more of it was low, closing her lowered eyebrows and pitiful face, which made people feel pity unconsciously.

Mingda thought, beauty is really the biggest weapon in the world.

"A name is just a code name, whether you have it or not, it doesn't matter what your surname is called."

"Why doesn't it matter, you see that you can only scream one girl at a time when you see me now, and you are not used to screaming too much, and I am not comfortable listening to it."

She didn't say that Da didn't think it, but now that she spoke, his girl couldn't shout anyway.

There is indeed some embarrassment.

"So, why don't you choose a name for yourself for the time being, so that everyone else can call you instead?"

"Pick a name?" The woman stared at her, her big eyes blinking like a child who didn't know the world: "But I don't know what my surname is, how to take it?" ”

Mingda Shen Yin suddenly got up, "Wait a minute. ”

She followed him as he walked into a room and came out not long after, a book in his hand.

Mingda sat down across from her again and pushed the book in front of her: "People should have an instinctive familiarity with their surnames, which are hundred family names, you can see if you can remember what your surname is." ”

She glanced at the old-looking book, picked it up and flipped through it twice.

Mingda's gaze was cast, and his eyes were almost imperceptibly fixed.

Yesterday she was able to say the meaning of her name casually, and she thought that this little girl, even if she was not a talented and erudite Confucian, must be literate and hyphenated, but she didn't expect that she couldn't even tell the front and back of the book.

It seems that she should also be a woman with a poor family background.

"It's densely packed with words, and I don't want to see this." She pushed the book back in front of Mingda, and shook her head with a twisted brow.

Mingda knew that she should be illiterate and embarrassed, so he put away the book very thoughtfully and said to her: "Then I might as well recite it to you, if you think it is more familiar, tell me to stop, okay?" ”

The woman nodded dispensably.

Mingda's voice gently recited the hundred family names from beginning to end, and the little girl opposite always had a light expression, and her moist eyes did not change at all.

Mingda sighed: "I'm not impressed, is it?" ”

She shook her head very honestly, "I have an impression, but I don't like it." ”

Mingda good-naturedly pushed the book back in front of her: "Then if you point to one with your eyes closed, you can take any one." ”

She snapped, closed her eyes, took the thin little book, and flipped through it.

Mingda looked in the direction where her fingers fell, "Clouds? It's a good last name. ”

"Cloud ...... What is the cloud? The woman rubbed her aching head and puffed out her cheeks in embarrassment.

"The clouds are light and the wind is light, and the people are clear." Mingda made the decision on her behalf, "How about you call Yunqing?" ”

Communicating with his clear gaze in mid-air, she gently bit her lip and said slowly, "Okay." ”