Li Minglou threw the thin letter paper into the charcoal stove, and the sparks were black and gray.

It's the same as she guessed.

I heard that the eldest lady was abused by a thief and disappeared in a delirium, so she had this guess, after all, such an encounter is unlikely to become a biological child like ordinary people, so where did the child come from......

Yuanji's face also mixed light and darkness, he didn't believe it at first, but now.....

"What do you say?" He asked, "Is it really like that?" ”

It's not a play made for the words of Master Wu Qi, but his own opinion.

Li Minglou nodded: "He said that the patriarch of Shangwu, the deceased eldest man, Wu Xia, is more similar to his wife, and at first glance he is father and daughter." ”

To be exact, I haven't seen Wu Ya'er, before leaving the capital, Li Minglou let him see the portrait, and the real familiar is the martial woman.

Yuan Ji was silent for a moment, he had already guessed that the woman was born rich and unfortunate and suffered misfortune, and he didn't have much feeling, this kind of thing is too common in the big family, not to mention anything else, the eldest lady and the little son can see it, if it weren't for the eldest lady's cleverness, I don't know what would happen now.

But Wu Ya'er's origin is still beyond his imagination.

He thought of the scene of the mother and son reuniting in the hall next to him now, and his heart was a little weird.

For Mrs. Wu, being humiliated is a lifetime of pain and hatred, so does she hate or love this child more?

Just thinking about this kind of thing makes his scalp tingle, he can't think about it, he can't think about it, he can't think about it.

"Don't think about it, it's the past." Li Minglou said, "Let's see what they want to do now." ”

Yuan Ji said: "What else can I think of, it's nothing more than seeing that Wu Ya'er is now famous and powerful, and wants to make a profit." ”

Li Minglou said: "Profit is to make a profit, but they know what they have done, and it is more to prevent being persecuted by Wu Ya'er." ”

Whether it is profit or defense, they must have a handle in their hands to blackmail.

Wu Ya'er's background is the handle.

Yuan Ji thought he was an open-minded person, and when he thought of Wu Ya'er's background, he couldn't help but sigh.

Li Minglou also sighed, thinking of the previous life, some said that it was the emperor who persecuted, and some said that it was the persecution of Wu Ya'er, so that the Wu family had to accept Wu Ya'er to recognize his ancestors, and now it seems that it may be Wu Ya'er who is persecuted, for the sake of identity, but also for the sake of his mother's reputation, to hide this unspeakable evil thing, and change it into a glamorous skin.

Judging from the mother and son of Wu Ya'er that she came into contact with, they never wanted to recognize what ancestors belonged to what sect.

"Miss, this matter..."Motoyoshi asked what to do next.

If the people of the Wu clan publicize Wu Ya'er's life experience to the world, the young lady's side will also be affected.

Do you want to talk to the Wu people first?

Li Minglou said: "What is the purpose of letting Wei continue to spy on them, and besides, Zhongqi is in Henan Province, let him also keep an eye on this Wu clan." ”

Once the Wu clan moved, she didn't talk to them, she made them unable to move.

"I'll go and explain to Zhongqi." Yuan Ji smiled in response, got up, and said with concern, "Miss, let's rest early." ”

The young lady is not in good health, suitable for sleeping during the day, and now because of this Wu Yao'er, she has to change her schedule and rest to see how she is boiling..... Yuan Ji looked at the delicate girl under the lamp, as if she had gained some weight..... Well, anyway, Miss is too hard.

Li Minglou looked at him and said: "Uncle Yuanji also has a good rest, it seems that he is not sleeping well, and these guards can already leave the school, so you don't have to keep an eye on it." ”

He smiled again.

"I won't be in any danger in the palace, and my danger won't come from people."

If the sky is going to kill her, it can't be prevented by relying on Yuan Ji and the guards to defend day and night, just like the monk outside Yangzhou City, no one else approached, and he could still almost kill her.

Is that monk coming soon? She had a vague feeling.

.......

.......

The wilderness shrouded in the dark night of the New Year's Festival seems to be festive, and the occasional scattered sound of firecrackers can be heard from nowhere in the heavens and the earth, breaking the dead air of the night.

The dead grass was trampled, but soon the feet were raised again, and the monk looked down at a beetle lying on its back in the dead grass, and he reached out and turned the beetle over, and the beetle waited for a moment and did not find any more breath, so he kicked his legs into the earth.

The monk smiled slightly, wrapped the monk's robe tightly, and then looked up at the night sky, the night sky was pitch black, and there was an undercurrent in the darkness, the smile on his face dissipated, and his expression was solemn.

The outlier is getting more and more out of control.

He had to talk to her.

......

......

Yuan Ji carefully walked around the outside of the Begonia Palace twice, and saw clearly the bright and dark posts.

Jiang Ming yawned after him: "You can rest assured to go to sleep, I've slept for a day, I'll just watch it tonight." ”

Yuan Ji glanced at the palace in front of him again, except for the soft light where Li Minglou was, the rest of the place fell into a deep sleep.

Then he will go.....

The thought flashed and the lights were shining outside the palace, and two palace maids walked slowly with lanterns, followed by Wu Ya'er.

"Why is he here again?" Yuanji frowned, "It's the middle of the night!" ”

Jiang Ming rubbed his ears, okay, Yuanji still doesn't want to rest tonight, or rather, if Wudu Governor is in the palace for a day, Yuanji will not sleep at ease.

......

......

After Yuan Ji left, Li Minglou didn't rest immediately, she didn't let Yuan Ji think about it more, but she still couldn't help thinking about Wu Ya'er's life experience.

The unfinished letter was burned, she turned out the letters that Wu Ya'er had written before and read them one by one, looking at the various pasts mentioned in Wu Ya'er's letters, he said that he had no father, and at that time he thought it was just a shocking word, but now it seems that I don't know what kind of heartache is under the pen lightly.

He said that his mother's escape from misfortune was not because of how much kindness fate showed her, but because of her own will, and that death is the best option for many people in that situation.

I didn't understand what misfortune it was before, but now Li Minglou also understands that being able to survive being humiliated and pregnant and give birth to a child really has nothing to do with God, it is Mrs. Wu's own choice, a choice that is beyond what ordinary people can bear.

For most women, suicide is their last dignity, and for some women, even if they don't die, their children will definitely have to be killed.

Mrs. Wu was able to make such a choice, she would definitely not be insane at that time, she must have been very rational at that time.

So how did she go crazy after that?

Was he persecuted by the Wu clan? She was already so miserable, her family not only did not protect her, but persecuted her......

Li Minglou was stunned, until the palace maids reminded him with small steps, "Madam, the governor is here." ”

Governor?

Li Minglou looked up and saw Wu Ya'er walking in, and his thoughts were still a little unrefreshed for a while, and he asked, "Are you here to deliver snacks again?" ”

When she asked this, the palace maids were a little embarrassed, looking at Wu Ya'er's empty hands.

Wu Ya'er was not embarrassed, and said calmly: "I heard that Kumquat said that you are in a bad mood, come and see what is going on." ”

Li Minglou came back to his senses at this time, and said, "It's okay", please sit down.

Wu Ya'er approached and saw the paper spread out on the table: "Are you still busy?" ”

"Don't be busy, read the letter." Li Minglou blurted out, and immediately remembered what letter he was reading, and hurriedly put the letter away.

But it was still late, Wu Ya'er had already seen the envelope, recognized her own words, and was a little surprised: "I'm here, what are you doing with the letter?" ”

Li Minglou didn't know how to answer when he asked him, or she was annoyed that she didn't know how to answer, or she was ashamed to be caught reading the letter he wrote, so she simply pushed the letter away: "I can read whatever I want, and I still want you to take care of it?" ”

Wu Ya'er smiled: "I don't care, I mean, if there is anything I can help with, just tell me." ”

Li Minglou leaned in front of the table and sighed, looking at his face full of concern, the shame suddenly dissipated, and was replaced by a little sorrow, Wu Ya'er, is he very bitter in his heart?

"What's wrong?" Wu Ya'er asked, "Is there really something?" Can you tell me? ”

Of course not, Li Minglou smiled at him and asked, "What will you do?" ”

What will be? Wu Ya'er was a little puzzled, what is what?

"Like singing, playing the piano, whatever." Li Ming said.

This, Wu Ya'er smiled: "I, I have learned to sing, dance, play the piano and play the flute." ”

For a rich man, these are the most basic daily routines, did he live in the big city of the Wu family when he was a child, and Mrs. Wu taught him what other children should learn...... Li Minglou looked at him and said, "You can play the piano for me, I want to hear it." ”

Wu Ya'er said: "I learned it all when I was a child, and now, I forgot it." ”

Li Minglou flattened his mouth.

Wu Ya'er smiled again: "But I'll do something else now, you wait." ”

What are you waiting for? Li Minglou watched him get up and walk out, Jiang Mingyuanji and the two of them on the eaves also turned around and followed, Wu Ya'er hurried away along the water pavilion and disappeared into the darkness, and a moment later, a sharp and thin voice came from the darkness.....

Sharp, crisp, and a little rough, it tore through the night.

Li Minglou walked out and saw Wu Ya'er standing outside the Begonia Palace holding a thin bamboo leaf with both hands.

Blowing leaves.

She walked over and stood beside Wu Ya'er, looking up at him slightly, Wu Ya'er smiled at her slightly, and blew the thin bamboo leaves into a continuous tune.

The song is not a tune, it seems to whisper and pour, and it seems to be a meaningless roar.

Those harps, zithers, songs, dances and so on can't tell the bitterness in his heart, only the wild grass and leaves let him wanton in the wilderness.

Li Minglou reached out to hug him and put his head in front of him.

Wu Ya'er froze, and Jiang Mingyuanji on the eaves was also frozen.

The two palace maids leaned on the pillar and murmured: "The wonderful blowing of the poplar leaves moves the sorrow, and Huma hates the wind." If it is a cold moonlit night in Yanmen, it should be swept up in the sand at this time. ”