Wei Chunfang was instigated and threw the stick.

Autumn pattern also stopped.

Lin was both beaten by Qiu Wen and lost his face in front of Ya Po. I didn't want to stop and didn't want to stop, my mouth was grinning and panting, and my body was shaking.

Wei Chunfang didn't want to lose a big deal because of a small loss, so he persuaded the Lin family and comforted in a low voice: "Mother, with the silver, what are you doing with all this?" ”

Lin Shi was not convinced, and jumped to his feet: "Son, your mother was beaten by that slut in Qiuwen!" You don't get angry for your mother, but you stand on the side of this slut, but it's still a worm crawling out of my stomach? ”

When the princess heard this, she wanted to laugh.

"Mother, bear with me. With money, you will have a good life, and you will be able to buy other girls to call. I bought a new girl, you can get angry as much as you want! ”

Lin Shi's face eased at this time.

"Let's go."

Wang Po raised her eyebrows and motioned for Qiu Wen to hurry up.

On the back foot, the Lin clan sneered and slammed the courtyard door. The mother and son were another joy.

A horse-drawn carriage arrived. There were Wang Po's accomplices in the car, several men with big shoulders and round waists.

"Girl, get into the carriage. You're blessed. When you get to the Shi family, even if you do the most inferior work, I think it's better than you at home. ”

Autumn pattern does not speak.

After getting into the carriage, all the precautions were removed, and she suddenly sobbed a few times, and her voice was extremely soft.

to the street.

The carriage stopped, and three more girls were stuffed in. Needless to say, it was also sold by his family.

Autumn Pattern hid in the corner, head down.

Seeing that the people were complete, Wang Po was leisurely, knocking melon seeds, sitting in front of the car and drinking.

"Don't be ashamed. It's your fate that I've taken a fancy to you. Instead of being abused to death by my father and mother at home, according to me, it is better to come out and fight for a living! What happened to the girl? The lady in the palace is also a girl! The Shi family is different from other large families, it is not only a scholarly family, but also a royal merchant for several generations. If you are angry, you are looked down upon by the steward, and you enter the Shi family together, you also have a care, and you are also half a sister. Maybe it will be developed in the future? If you don't look down on it, you have lost my face, packed it back, and you have to go back to be abused, why bother? The real historian is the best big family in Jiangcheng. I have a good heart, and I will only sell you to the best places. In the future, you will have to come out, but I am afraid that you will have to thank me. ”

The princess put away a few deeds of sale, hid them in a small camphor cabinet under the carriage, and tied the keychain around her waist.

She is called Qiu Wen, and the four girls are dressed up, tidy up their hair, smile evenly in their mouths, and look festive.

The three girls in the car were told by the princess, and they were all thinking. When Wang Po mentioned the word "historian", the maid's eyes lit up. They looked at each other a few times, lifted their spirits and began to comb their hair. After asking each other's names, they exchanged words in low voices.

The weather is good today.

The east and west purple stone streets, pedestrians come and go.

Wang Po looked at the autumn pattern, and as soon as she got in the car, she was silent. Not happy or sad, numb and calm. Compared with the girl, there is no obscene appearance. The whole body is reserved and generous. Wang Po added a little love to her heart, so she wanted to try her conduct.

"I think you're hungry too. I am the most merciful. Wang Mazi's baked cake shop on this street makes the most authentic and chewy baked cakes. I'll buy a few with you. You come here......"

Qiu Wen took the copper coin and walked to the cooking cake shop step by step.

Da Da Da ......

A fast horse galloped past her, raising a great deal of wind and sand. Riding a horse was a young man in a crimson robe.

The man looked handsome and handsome, his thick eyebrows were furrowed, and his expression was cold and anxious, as if he was locked in a confidential matter.

Just now he received a secret letter, and after two cups of tea, he needed to rush to a nunnery in the suburbs to see an important person. Due to the urgency of walking, coupled with the large number of people on the street, there are vehicles from time to time to obstruct it, and there are people under the horse.

The sand fascinates Akimo's eyes.

She pulled out her handkerchief and rubbed it and rubbed it. His eyes were astringent and red, and he barely opened them.

Who the hell is so reckless? Turning his head again, the man on horseback turned across the long street and was gone. On the ground, there was suddenly one more thing, a delicately embroidered incense bag with gold thread and silver inlay.

A charcoal vendor driving a donkey cart bypassed and almost stepped on the tassel of the sachet. Qiu Wen couldn't bear it, bent down to pick it up, and hid it in his arms.

She bought ten baked cakes, wrapped them in lotus leaves, and handed them to the princess.

"Here's the rest of the copper coin."

Wang Po took it.

"Eat the bread. The historian screened the maids, or did it outside. If you are chosen, you can follow the housekeeper to enter the mansion through the corner gate and go to work everywhere. This is the rule of large families. Ding is Ding, Mao is Mao. It's not messy at all. In a moment, you will come with me to the Plum Blossom Temple. ”

The carriage staggered. Autumn Pattern's heart is also firmer. No matter what, the Wei family will never go back. No matter if there is a gloomy haze or a long stretch of ice and snow ahead, there is no turning back.

Seeing the girl in the nunnery's nunnery was the idea of the steward Li Xiangui. Just because this plum blossom hermitage is a family temple built by the historian himself. During the New Year's holidays, red and white celebrations, the old lady of Shifu will bring her daughter-in-law, granddaughter, granddaughter, and several carts of people to pray for incense.

Li Xiangui is familiar with the abbot nun Jingyuan. The two sat in the side room, drank tea, and talked. Another carriage came and stopped outside the nunnery. Seven or eight fifteen or sixteen-year-old girls got out of the car, all dressed in red and green pants, and their faces were like pink babies.

Jingyuan Lao Nun said a little, knowing that it was a small drama bought by Shi Fu, so he said: "Old brother, the poor nun is busy today, so he won't accompany him." ”

She folded her hands together. Behind her, a group of small nuns also followed her into the backyard meditation room.

Akimoru and so get off the bus.

When Wang Po saw Li Xiangui, she shook her handkerchief again and again, straightened out her clothes, and greeted her from afar. lowered his voice again and reminded Qiu Wen and the others: "I can inquire." This time, Steward Li gave Zhang Luo a maid in the courtyard of the eldest son of the Shi family. If you are to be chosen, you will serve the eldest prince of the Shi family. Whether it is in the kitchen, or in the garden, or in the corner, they are all people in the courtyard of the eldest prince of the Shi family. ”

Mrs. Wang has something to say.

"The eldest son of the Shi family has already passed the double ten, and he has not married a wife. I heard that there is not even a concubine. If you have creation, you can be looked down upon by the eldest prince, accept the house, and be a girl in the room, which is also a lifetime of creation. ”

The three girls next to the autumn tattoo were quite moved when they heard it.

Only Autumn Pattern lowered her eyes. The road ahead is bumpy, and I don't know where to go. She just wanted a place to stay. The heart is like stopping water, and I don't want to think about it much.

The seven or eight plays, led by a neat godmother, shouted and drank, all the way. The last one looks the most slender and coquettish. But while people were unprepared, he suddenly shook his long black hair and slammed his body against the wall. His head was bleeding and he fell to the ground in an instant.

A bloody breath spread all around.

Autumn Pattern was taken aback.

Li Xiangui was used to seeing such a scene, so he steadied himself and came over to ask. The godmother never wanted to make a life lawsuit, so she hurriedly stepped forward and touched her nose, as if she had no breath. In the small play, there was a person who was good with the deceased, and immediately cried and made trouble, grabbed the godmother's clothes, and said that he wanted to sue the official.

Autumn Pattern didn't know what was happening, and deep sympathy welled up in her heart. Because I thought, between heaven and earth, life and death are the greatest. In this way, he didn't even want his life, it can be seen that he has suffered a great grievance, and he has nothing to love.

Wang Po reminded Qiu Wen and the others to step aside, and sighed in her mouth: "What do you know about the children's family?" It's better to die than to live. The drama is a ninth-rate play. There are also beggars and robbers and drummers, all of whom are going to die, and half of the people in Jiangcheng will die. ”

The actors have all been bought, and their parents in their hometown have also collected money and signed a deed of sale, and the two have nothing to do with each other from then on.

Li Xiangui called a small servant and ordered him to find a straw mat, wrapped the body, and threw it far away in the grass. He is the old steward of the Shi family, and he has been working for the chief manager Feng Zixing and is assigned by him. In the past few decades, the ups and downs, and human life, have been bland.

The little actors cried even louder.

The autumn lines are also unbearable, and the nose is sour. Will one day he end up hitting the wall and dying? She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists.

No, no, no. She had already sworn an oath. Life is as short as the morning dew. Why should you die? He who does evil deserves to die. Those who suffer deserve to live a long life.

A few small servants wrapped up the corpses, carried straw mats, and wanted to leave the nunnery.

A little nun rushed out, bowed his body, said "Amitabha", took a rag, covered his mouth and nose, and was busy wiping the blood on the wall.

"Slow!"

In the shadow of the arch wall of the hermitage, there is a man standing under the pine and cypress, and his voice is low. This person is dressed in a silk robe, with a tall body, a calm complexion, and no anger and self-authority.

Behind him, a handsome white-robed man with a sword walked out.

"Brother Shi, this woman may still be saved."

The man in the silk robe nodded slightly.

This plum blossom nunnery, although it is the family temple where it is, has never been quiet. He often suggested demolition. And the nuns in the temple are mostly cunning and cunning. On the surface, they eat fasting and recite Buddha, but on the inside, they are greedy and wealthy.

It's just that the quiet old nun has always had something to do with her grandmother, and she is an old man. But he made up his mind in his heart that this plum blossom nunnery would be moved or demolished, sooner or later.

Shi Ximo is the eldest son of Shi Yuan, who weaves in Qingjiang City. He was a deep man and introverted. He has studied martial arts since he was a child, and he is also proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Socially travelling, but low-key. Because he is over 20 years old, he is not a woman, and his friends are all male guests, although there are no bad comments outside, but the family members discuss it in private: Uncle does not have a habit of breaking sleeves?

Discussion is discussion. As long as the little guy sees the uncle passing by, and looks at the uncle's unsmiling eyes, he still respectfully and respectfully does not dare to come out.

The crowd dispersed.

Li Xiangui might as well have the uncle in the house also in the nunnery, slightly lost his mind, and hurried over to ask for guilt.

"You went to Suzhou to buy all these plays?"

Shi Ximo didn't bother to ask about these family affairs. But in the end, it is necessary to inquire about the reason for the death. Grandmother and those elderly aunts and grandmothers love to listen to operas. Several of my father's concubines in the family also liked to listen. The other one is his cousin Shi Yuquan. Yuquan also learned martial arts with him for a while when he was young, and also hired a famous man to teach poetry, but he always did not improve and gave up halfway.

In the early part of the year, Yuquan was out hunting and broke his leg. The days were boring, and he even stayed at home in Ruixiangyuan to listen to the play day and night, so tired that the two old students vomited blood and died. It seems that this is the grandmother who cherishes Yuquan and is afraid that he will be unlucky, so she changed to buy a play of singing Danjiao, take a new idea, and amuse him.

There are no impermeable walls in the world. Weaving the mansion and forcing the reputation of the actor Youling to death was deliberately spread out.

"How much money did it cost?"

Shi Ximo pretended to be careless. He does not handle the money in the house. Throughout the year, he never went to the account office to check the accounts. But the daily profit and expenditure of the house, he also knows it in his heart.

Li Xiangui said a number.

Before Shi Ximo could speak, the white-robed man beside him couldn't help but sneer, clasped his arms and shook his head: "Seven little dramas are actually this sky-high price." Brother Shi, it seems that the house is in the midst of a burning fire, and the money is full of money. ”

"Master Liu, the price of Suzhou's drama has always been expensive, comparable to Yangzhou's skinny horse."

Li Xiangui replied.

Liu Jianran was straightforward: "The price is expensive, and you people coaxed it up, and you guys took a kickback behind it." I've also been in the goulan, what can you hide from me? ”

"Yes, yes, yes."

Li Xiangui broke out in a cold sweat.

This willow sword dyed the original family of the family. Playing guns and swords, blowing, playing and singing, omnipotent. But in his lifetime, it was broken. Fortunately, he has some friendship with Shi Ximo. Shi Ximo took him and went to his rice herb house to write some letters in his study. It doesn't matter what it is. This Shi Uncle Shi Ximo, in January, always goes out for four or five days, riding horses and preparing arrows, which is called hunting. Shi Ximo went out, and Liu Jianran would follow him to death. It is also a strange one.

There are good things, seeing Uncle and Master Liu, they are inseparable every day, and they even make up some nonsense. But these gossips still spread only in the stables of the ear room.

The masters of the Shifu are in charge, but they still don't know.

It is precisely because everyone regards Liu Jianran as the uncle's confidant. Therefore, Liu Jian's words are also weighty.

The little drama that touched the wall probably heard some unfavorable words and was worried about his life, so it was better to hit his head and die.

Thinking of this, Shi Ximo's face was a little stiff.

"Master, it's all the old slave's fault. It's also an old man who is used to buying outside, but he didn't set it up, and let a mother-in-law who didn't know the depth cook indiscriminately. The old slave can swear to the sky, those incense, candles, paper money, the old slave did take a few more copper plates. The right to ...... Hard-earned money for running errands. But this time, the old slave didn't go to Suzhou, before and after, it was all Fei Pozi's hands, if it was expensive, it was Fei Pozi and Ya Po who did that dirty thing, but they had nothing to do with the old slave......"

Li Xiangui lay on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

Liu Jianran walked to the side of the little drama that touched the wall. She had been removed from the straw mat by a group of playmates, and the shouts of the people around her woke her up. But due to excessive blood loss, she looked around with a pair of hanging eyes, and her eyes fell on the robe of a crimson robe, lifted it up slightly, and finally passed out again.

"Brother Shi, this woman is extremely weak. If you take a few bites of my family's ancestral black plum paste, you may be able to relieve it. ”

Having said that, Liu Jianran still followed Shi Ximo's opinion.

A few months ago, Shi Ximo was injured in his left arm, which has not yet healed. The production method of this black plum paste is cumbersome, and only one small bottle is boiled a year, but it is also expensive. It can be applied externally or internally. If you really give this little drama a bite, then Shi Ximo's wound will heal more slowly.

This is something that Liu Jianran can't bear.

"It doesn't matter. Save a life, win a seventh-level floating slaughter. ”

Shi Ximo shook his head.

"Good. Brother Shi, you are benevolent and heartfelt, and this little drama will be promised by yourself in the future. Half-jokingly, half-seriously, he pulled out a small purple medicine bottle from his bosom.

Before he could unscrew it, Shi Ximo suddenly bent down and leaned over to the plum tree on the side. His right hand caressed his left shoulder, and cold sweat trickled down his face. It seems that as soon as the hand is released, blood seems to be gushing out of the shoulder.