The drama on the stage sang vividly, but Gong Chuyue didn't have any heart for the opera, she listened to the words of the two men behind her the whole time, and said that the real daughter of Fengguo Mansion had been found, and now it was the end of Mrs. Ling's heart knot for many years, and then she said that the real daughter is back, and the fake daughter who lives in Fengguo Mansion should also know each other and leave, after all, it is not biological.

Bi'er glared at the two men behind her, and then bent down and asked, "Miss, don't believe the rumors of those people, Bi'er will drive them out and save your interest." ”

Gong Chuyue stopped Bi'er slightly, she stared at the sensational scene of father and daughter recognizing each other on the stage without squinting, and her face was cloudy: "Forget it, I'm not interested anymore." ”

"Then, Bi'er will accompany you to the West Market to go shopping, I heard that there is a new silk village there, and the fabric styles are all the latest."

Gong Chuyue is now full of real and fake things, where is she still in the mood to look at the clothes, she got up and glanced at the stage and said: "Since it is a new play written by a new scholar, then we might as well go and pay a visit." ”

Bi'er didn't dare to come out, so she could only follow Gong Chuyue into the backstage smoothly.

The boss of this pear fragrance garden and Gong Chuyue are old acquaintances, and Gong Chuyue does not give this boss any benefits on weekdays, and the boss is naturally more pleasing to Gong Chuyue than a pug.

"Yo, Miss Gong, why did you come to the backstage, this backstage is messy." The owner of Lixiangyuan is a woman in her thirties.

Gong Chuyue smiled decently, just like a statue pinched out of the temple: "Today's play is sung well, and the drama is also well written, don't I want to see which wonderful pen wrote such a touching story?" ”

The female boss covered her mouth with a handkerchief, smiled indifferently, and gestured behind her hand: "No, this is new, I didn't expect that the first time he wrote a play, he could get Miss Gong's favor, it's really fortunate." ”

Gong Chuyue followed the female boss's line of sight and glanced at the corner, and sure enough, in the most inconspicuous corner, there was a somewhat hunchbacked man, judging from the clothes, he should be a scholar in his early twenties.

"Han Sheng, you are lucky, Miss Gong attaches great importance to the drama you wrote, so I don't come backstage to see you in person."

The scholar named Han Sheng lowered his head and turned around slowly, his eyes were a little dull, but he looked a little like a country talent who was stupid in reading.

"Palace...... Miss Gong, okay. ”

Not even a word can be said of the rope.

Gong Chuyue raised her eyebrows slightly, and waved her hand to let the female boss go down first, she wanted to talk to this Han Sheng alone.

Han Sheng put his hands in his sleeves, leaned against the wall dutifully, and his eyes never dared to look at Gong Chuyue.

Gong Chuyue put a piece of silver on his table, and without too many greetings, she went straight to the point and said: "Scholar, your drama is indeed well written, but I want to know, did you make up the story in this drama yourself or did you listen to others and write it into the drama?" ”

Han Sheng lowered his head, his eyes glanced at the silver on the table from time to time, he was so big, he had never seen such a big ingot of silver, he swallowed his saliva and then said truthfully: "Miss Gong, I'...... I heard this from a girl in the village of Dongcun a few days ago, and she asked me to write this story into a drama and sing it in Lixiangyuan. ”

Gong Chuyue frowned, and her tone became eager: "That girl, why do you want to write an opera and sing it in the capital?" ”

Han Sheng was submissive: "It seems to be ...... seems to say that she has been separated from her biological parents since she was a child, so she wants to use opera to find her relatives. ”

After hearing this, Gong Chuyue's heart suddenly cooled a lot.

Could it be true, Daddy's biological daughter is back?

She's really not dead?

"Where is that girl?"

"I lived in the East Village, and I was taken in by my mother-in-law."

Gong Chuyue didn't know how she got out of the pear fragrance garden after she died, if it weren't for Bi'er by her side, I'm afraid her legs would be so weak that she could barely walk half a step.

"Miss, what the scholar said may not be true, even if it is true, where is it so coincidental in this world, is it not the biological daughter of the general and his wife?" Bi'er comforted her.

It's such a coincidence.

What is sung in the opera is exactly the same as what Gong Chuyue has known over the years, if it weren't for her father's biological daughter, then who would know so much?

The two of them went to the East Village, and after continuous questioning, they finally found the address of the Wang family's mother-in-law.

This is a simple thatched hut that can no longer be simple, with a half-open door, a few thin chickens and ducks, and an old wooden table and wooden bench, if you don't see it with your own eyes, Gong Chuyue can't believe that such a place can still live in people?!

Just when Gong Chuyue's thoughts were dying, she suddenly heard someone talking in the room, Gong Chuyue didn't know if it was a weak heart or something, she hurriedly pulled Bi'er to hide behind a big tree, and quietly observed the movement in the yard.

At this time, I saw a girl dressed in coarse linen clothes, holding a wooden basin and coming out of the house, looking fifteen or sixteen years old, she bent down to dry the freshly washed clothes on the pole, and the smile on her face was as warm as the sun.

"Oh, you girl, don't you let you work? Why are you disobedient? ”

An old mother-in-law hurriedly walked outside the door, carrying a basket of vegetables, and when she saw that the woman was washing and drying clothes, she hurriedly went up to meet her and interrupted.

The woman smiled: "Mother-in-law, I live here for nothing, I'm so embarrassed, just let me do the work, otherwise I will really have to develop the problem of a rich lady." ”

The mother-in-law of the Wang family still insisted on taking the clothes in the woman's hand, and said a little angrily: "What is the problem of cultivating a rich lady, our family's Qiaohe was originally the daughter of Fengguofu, and my mother-in-law inquired about it when she entered the capital, and the play in Lixiangyuan has been sung, and my mother-in-law believes that it will not be long before Fengguofu will send eight sedan chairs to pick up our family's Qiaohe." ”

Qiaohe smiled, stretched out his hand to pull his hair, and said a little embarrassed: "Mother-in-law, don't take a mouthful of a thousand gold, there is no such thing as a word, not to mention, whether the people in Fengguofu recognize me or not, it is not necessarily." ”

The mother-in-law of the Wang family shook her head, and clenched Qiaohe's hand with great determination: "When you were robbed by the red-faced female devil, you didn't know that your mother-in-law was sick in order to find you, how much they missed you, there is no one in the entire capital who doesn't know, you can rest assured, wait to be your daughter." ”

The mother-in-law of the Wang family said this, and Qiaohe's heart calmed down a little: "Mother-in-law, don't worry, if I really go back to Fengguo Mansion and recognize my father, I will definitely take you back to the mansion and serve you well." ”

"Mother-in-law is relieved to have your words."

This looks like the joy of the grandparents and grandchildren, but in Gong Chuyue, it sounds like it is stabbed in the heart one after another, and the painful blood is flowing all over the ground.

"Miss, this Qiaohe girl can't really be the general's biological daughter, right?"

Gong Chuyue didn't answer Bi'er's question directly, but instead narrowed her eyes and stared at the woman with a bright smile.

If Fengguofu really has a real or false daughter, then the real daughter must be the first moon of her palace, and it will never be her, a wild girl in the countryside.

Since returning from the hunting ground, Ling Jiantong's position in the Zhenguo Mansion has become extremely embarrassing, the master is not the master, the servant is not the servant, once she gets closer to Situ Qianchen, she can hear some people behind her poking her backbone, saying that she can't go back to the Ling family, which is rich and rivals the country, so now she has to quickly climb the big tree of Situ Qianchen.

Cut, what do these people know, is she the kind of person who tends to be inflammatory?

However, in the past few days, she really has nothing to do except practice her sword with Situ Qianchen in the courtyard with a dead face.

Really, Mu Jinghong doesn't know where he went?

Every time he needs him, he disappears faster than a rabbit, and every time he doesn't need him, he is like a land grandfather, appearing in a timely manner than anyone else.

Sure enough, sure enough, men are unreliable things.

Ling Jiantong supported her head with one hand, casually picked up the crystal clear grapes on the fruit bowl and threw them into her mouth, not noticing at all that on the top of the tree above her head, there was a pair of eyes that had been looking at her for a long time.

This grape is very sweet, I don't know how many times better than those grown in the greenhouse, and there are no toxic pesticides or anything like that, it is simply a natural and pollution-free fruit.

Ling Jiantong was sighing, and suddenly a drop of water fell on the top of Ling Jiantong's head.

At first, Ling Jiantong thought it was raining, but when he looked up at the blue sky, the sun was shining in the sky, and there seemed to be signs of rain.

But why does this water keep dripping?

Ling Jiantong wiped it and put it to his nose to smell it, this is not water, it is obviously wine!

Ling Jiantong realized that something was wrong, and looked up at the branch above his head, and sure enough, there was a person lying on his back, and those wine drops fell from the wine gourd in that person's hand.

Which person is this, who dares to be lazy here?!

"Hey, which hospital are you from? How dare you run to a tree and drink? Ling Jiantong stuck his waist and shouted as he pointed at the man.

The man turned over on the branch, opened his eyes slightly, looked down at the angry Ling Jiantong, and replied in a rough voice: "Miss Ling, don't come to harm?" ”

Ling Jiantong stared at it, this white-washed robe with a scruffy beard, wasn't it Ye Zhengbai?

Strange, he is not traveling the rivers and lakes, why did he go to the top of the tree in the Zhenguo Mansion to drink and sleep?

Ling Jiantong's anger retracted, and he couldn't help but be curious: "Brother Ye, you...... Why did you run to the tree, and I thought it was a lazy person? ”

The corners of Ye Zhengbai's mouth hooked, his body suddenly flipped over, and he flexibly fell from the top of the tree to Ling Jiantong's side, his eyes half-narrowed and said meaningfully: "There is Miss Ling's housekeeper, who has the courage to be lazy?" ”