"Do you know who I am?" Master Huitong suddenly asked.

"Master Huitong." She said truthfully.

"He didn't tell you." Master Huitong sighed faintly, and without waiting for her to show a puzzled expression, he continued.

"I am Master Huitong and your grandfather."

Lige opened his mouth wide in surprise.

"Grandfather, grandfather!"

She couldn't believe it, she had always thought that she had no relatives except for her father and those brothers and sisters.

"But, but, why did you become a master of smart communication?"

Huitong's grandfather seemed to remember some sad past, and he was a little melancholy.

"I was originally a Smartcom, but because of her, I am no longer Smartcom."

It's too profound, she doesn't understand, whether Huitong is her grandfather's business, she still has to ask her father to rest assured.

"Master Huitong, I'll go back and ask my father, he said that you are my grandfather, and I will come to see you when the time comes."

"You don't have to come to see me deliberately, you'll see you again." If they have that ancestral fate, they will naturally see each other again, if not, he doesn't have to force it.

In any case, he is an old man, and he still bowed respectfully before leaving.

The fireworks are still rising, dazzling, she returned to the flower lake, but she didn't expect to meet the little beggar she rescued during the day.

The little beggar had his leg broken and crawled on the ground with a broken bowl.

"What's going on!"

She angrily walked up to the little beggar and asked, "Today's money has been spent during the day!"

"Yes, benefactor." When the little beggar saw her, he burst into tears.

He cried and thanked Lige for saving him, and then he returned to the dilapidated temple with the medicine, but he didn't expect that the group of people had been waiting for him for a long time, and without saying a word, they beat him to cripple and snatched his medicine.

"Damn, the person who wants to be saved by this princess dares to fight, and tomorrow I will let you know that my aunt and grandmother are also a thorn!"

Now it was not very convenient on the street, so she picked up the little beggar and came to a less crowded place on the side of the road, lifted his trouser legs and checked his legs, but fortunately it was not hopeless.

"Bear with me, I'll help you straighten your bones."

"Hmm." The little beggar blushed and agreed weakly, only to hear the crisp sound of his bones, his face turned pale instantly, and tears rolled in his eyes, but he only snorted in pain, gritted his teeth, and never made any more sound.

Lige admires him a little, ordinary people have such endurance, it's very good.

"Okay, now you can rest for a while and slowly try to lift your legs, you know?"

She rubbed his joints to relieve the pain, then pulled his trouser legs down.

"Hmm."

The little beggar gasped for breath in pain, and blushed again, knowing that she was a nobleman, and she was so inferior in her heart that she could not even say what she had promised.

"I have a private house, there are no servants, it may have fallen to ashes, but the layout is very good, you can live there in the future." Lige wanted to bring him back to the palace, but the unknown person brought him into the palace for fear that he would arouse a lot of suspicions.

"How can this be, I'm just a little beggar." At this time, he was even more inferior, but he was also very eager to take the opportunity to climb the golden branch.

"That's it, my house is unoccupied, you are responsible for helping me take care of the house, and help me sweep up the dust if it's okay." Well, if you don't want to go back to the palace in the future, you can also go to the house to live by the way.

"Thank you, benefactor." The little beggar was crying with tears streaming down his face.

"Don't cry, what's your name."

"The slave is called Zhu'er." He wiped away his tears and wiped away some of the dirt on his face, and only then did he realize that the little guy's skin was quite white.

"Zhu'er, try to see if you can go, I'll send you to the house."

Zhu'er tried to move, and he was already able to walk, but he still fell down on purpose once.

"Ahh Benefactor, it hurts. ”

"Still not a good one?" Lige frowned, it shouldn't be, it stands to reason that he should be able to walk.

"Uh-huh, I'm going to trouble my benefactor to carry a slave again." His cheeks were slightly red.

Lige shook his head.

"It's okay, Yao, you carry him."

Before Zhu'er could react, she was carried in her hand by a tall man like a dog.

The corners of Lige's mouth moved slightly, how could this man become more and more savage.

"Yao, you be gentle."

"Hmm." Again, a very reluctant hum sound from the nasal cavity.

Zhu'er didn't expect that there would be someone following her, and she didn't dare to hook up with her, and her collar was uncomfortable, but now he couldn't say that he could go, and he endured it halfway, so he dared to say that he could already walk with his legs and feet.

Rounding a few streets, the three of them came to a house that was not luxurious, but not bad.

There was no plaque hanging on the door of the house, Yao took out the key and opened the door, and walked in first.

The dust is not as much as imagined, and you can live in it by simply cleaning it up, Lige handed over one of the keys to Zhu'er, instructed the precautions, and left here.

Zhu'er watched her leave, boiled water and bathed and took medicine, and in the middle of the night, he looked at those extravagant objects in his clothes, excited and scared, excited to leave the poor hole, afraid that it was just a dream and he would wake up too quickly.

Jun Wu enjoyed the fireworks, and when he was about to leave, he saw Lige holding a ragged little beggar passing through the crowd, he was not interested in asking, so he went back to the main street along the road, planning to go to "Drunken Dream" to see how his mother's industry was developing.

On the top floor of "Drunken Dream", in the dark room, Treasure was heartbroken and hid himself in the corner, but he didn't expect that Lige really didn't care about him at all, and he didn't even say a greeting, which was too much.

"Childe, the young master is here." The servant knocked on the door outside, and he didn't want to bother at all, but Jun Wu was a person, but he had to see it.

"Got it!"

He lit a candle and sat down at the dresser, covering the corners of his weeping eyes with rouge powder.

"Cousin! Cousin open door! Shuqiu held a sugar gourd in his mouth and slammed the door hard.

"Cousin! I heard that you were abandoned by a woman? ”

"Get out!"

It's okay to make jokes for yourself, now even my cousin has to laugh at him! Bastard, who leaked the news!

The sadness that had calmed him down a lot came out in an instant.

He opened the door, but instantly coveted the sugar gourd in his hand.

"Where did you get the sugar gourd?"

The aunt cares about the money and will never give him a penny, and it is even more impossible for Jun Wu to buy it for him.

"Lige sent me, na, I left you a string."

"Who are you talking about?" He didn't quite trust his ears.

"Leave the song." Shuqiu repeated.

"Which one is off the song."

"I don't know, but she's so pretty, better than any woman I've ever seen." Shuqiu's eyes were full of her appearance.

"Give me the sugar gourd!" He snatched the sugar gourd, and even the one in his mouth.

"Alas! That's just what I ate! ”

"I'll want to eat too."

The hateful Gusu leaves the song! If you don't come to him, you'll play with his cousin! How can this be! The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he even bit off the bamboo skewers of the string of sugar gourds.

"Uh......"

Shuqiu wanted to remind him, but found that he couldn't speak.

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