After a while, a peasant woman opened the door with a large spoon of soup. This woman looks like she is in her thirties, dressed in the costume of a golden man, and wearing an apron for cooking, which exudes the smell of food. The woman had a delicate face and soft eyes, startled by the sudden scene outside the door.

I saw a woman kneeling on the ground dressed in a gorgeous Hanfu but embarrassed, the woman was stained with the blood of unknown people, her hair was messy and soaked with sweat due to running, her face was full of horror, and her beautiful eyes were staring at the peasant woman, radiating a begging light.

The peasant woman did not hesitate and hurriedly pulled the woman into the house.

"Ma'am, this ...... Who are you? ”

"Please, big sister! Save Hongu and the child in Hongu's womb. The concubine took the peasant woman's hands, and shouted tears from the corners of her eyes, making the peasant woman feel a little sympathy.

The spoon in the peasant woman's hand fell to the ground with a clatter: "You said this palace...... Could it be that His Royal Highness is the concubine of the Southern Song Dynasty. ”

Suddenly, there was the sound of hurried footsteps outside and the friction of armor and swords inadvertently colliding. This was followed by a loud knock on the door.

The peasant woman looked at the embarrassed woman kneeling on the ground, and without the slightest hesitation, she gritted her teeth and pulled her to the inner room and hid her.

When he opened the door, the Dajin soldiers outside saw that it was a woman from his own clan, and Yu's attitude suddenly eased a lot: "Have you seen a woman wearing a Han aristocratic costume?" ”

The Dajin peasant woman pretended to be surprised: "This place is so desolate, it is the border between Jin and the Southern Song Dynasty, how can there be a noble lady of the Han family." ”

One of the Dajin soldiers squinted at the peasant woman for a while, and said, "I remember you, your husband and son were my former subordinates, but they were killed by the Song soldiers on the battlefield. Presumably you also hate the Han people, and you will not harbor the Southern Song Dynasty concubines privately. ”

With that, he turned to the other two Jin soldiers: "Let's go, let's look elsewhere." ”

The concubine walked out of the back room and knelt down with tears in her eyes: "Thank you eldest sister for saving me and my child regardless of previous suspicions." ”

The woman hurriedly helped the concubine up: "What happened on the battlefield has nothing to do with you or me. Fortunately, I grew up in the Northern Song Dynasty, and I have some closeness to the Han people, and I can speak some local dialects. You go inside and change into clean clothes first, I just cooked the meal. Now that I'm alone, it's good to have you as my company. With that, she gently wiped away the tears from the concubine's face.

Half a month later, the concubine was recuperating, and the peasant woman came in and said, "I heard that the three princes of the Southern Song Dynasty were all killed by Jin Bing." ”

The concubine, who was originally full of hope, trembled in her heart, slowly lowered her head, and said to herself: "Your Majesty is old, the child in my belly is not the last hope of the Southern Song Dynasty." ”

Day after day, the concubine raised the baby in the peasant woman's house, and the two were called sisters, even if the concubine was difficult to adapt to the life here, she could be regarded as at ease. And just like that, seven months passed.

The weather is still good, and the freshly ground corn flour can already be used to cook porridge. The peasant woman carried the boiled polenta, ready to see the concubine who was pregnant for ten months.

"Sister, you're eating rough food, and I'm worried that your body won't be able to survive. During this time, you may be better off drinking more polenta. ”

When I got closer, the peasant woman accidentally dropped the soup bowl on the ground, and the steaming corn porridge flowed out. She looked at the blood under the concubine's abdomen and was so frightened that she couldn't do it.

"See...... See red. However, a few years ago, the people on the border of the Southern Song Dynasty thought it was not safe here, so they fled to the north or south, and they couldn't find a midwife. ”

The concubine's face was pale, and sweat was oozing from her forehead: "Sister, you have to think of a way, you must keep my child, the Southern Song Dynasty can't do without him." ”

"Sister, I'll do my best, you hold on."

Fortunately, this peasant woman had given birth to a child, had a little experience, and for three hours, she helped the concubine take out the little prince. At this time, the concubine had collapsed to the point of not being human, as if the oil had run out of light, and her face was bloodless.

"Sister...... Sister, this palace knows that it won't last long, please be sure, you must help me take care of my child, so that when he grows up, he will return to His Majesty safely. The concubine's hair was pressed against her face, and her eyes were moist, revealing a light that only a mother would have.

"Guifei Niangniang, I will definitely help you raise this child together, you have your own natural appearance, and you will be fine."

"No, I know that my life is short, please help me raise him. When Ying Tianfu is safe, he will be sent to His Majesty...... When I ran away with him, I fell outside your door and got a lot of moss on my hands, so that he could remember the suffering of his mother and let him know how his mother gave birth to him while being hunted down, I named him Zhao Moss. ”

Xiao Zhao's cry became louder and louder. The peasant woman coaxed aside, but he did not stop crying.

"Sister, give me Moss." The concubine stretched out her thin arm.

The peasant woman put Xiao Zhao Tao in the arms of the concubine.

The concubine tore off the cloth wrapped around Zhao Moss's body, pulled out the hairpin from her head, desperately opened her tired eyes, and stabbed the word "Zhao" on the baby's small arm.

Within a few hours, the concubine died of blood.

The peasant woman was sad and worried that the identity of the little prince would be discovered by the passing Jin soldiers, so she erected an anonymous monument for the concubine.

However, three months later, a chance passage by Jin Bing, the suspicion caused by this tombstone, exposed the identity of the little prince.

The peasant woman tightly protected Xiao Zhao Tao, who was still a baby, on her chest: "You are mistaken, this child can't be surnamed Zhao, he is the child of my man's brother, my man and his brother died on the battlefield for Dajin, do you want our family to die?" ”

However, in the process of tearing, Jin Bing torn Xiao Zhao's clothes, and a distinct Zhao character came into view.

The peasant woman threw the pepper she had prepared into the air, and Jin Bing was blinded. The peasant woman took advantage of the chaos and fled with Xiao Zhao Tao: "How important is your so-called loyalty? I didn't even spare a little baby. ”

Jin Bing chased after him: "Silly woman, the Southern Song Dynasty left this child only for their own regime, so they won't really care about this child." ”

The peasant woman fled to Qingshan with Zhao Tao, and the nurse was seriously injured by this time. At the door of the Qingshan faction, the nursing mother took out the yellow handkerchief of the concubine Niangniang and wrote a blood book on it: In the fourth year of Jianyan, the slave family handed over the prince Zhao Tao to the master of the Qingshan faction to raise him, and the blood book was used as evidence.

She handed over the blood book and the little prince to Aoyayoi herself, and then her body couldn't support it, and she died of heavy bleeding from her wound.

Hearing this, Qing Fengyang tried his best to suppress his surprise: "In this way, Senior Brother Moss turned out to be the prince of the Southern Song Dynasty. Does he know about it? ”

"Senior Brother Moss knows about this."

"And what does this have to do with the plan you said?"

"Oh, don't ask, this plan is very important, only me and Master know."

Because the two were whispering, he stopped listening to Qing Shasha when he told him about his life experience.

In fact, in the past few years, Moss has also asked Yayoi many times to let him go out of the mountains to find his biological father in the Southern Song Dynasty, but Yayoi has refused. Moss thought that it was Yayoi who was worried that the Southern Song Dynasty was still unstable, and wanted to wait until the time was ripe to let him go back. So he practiced hard in the Qingshan faction, occasionally looked at his crush Qingming, and lived a full and happy life. But he did not forget the hatred of the country and the family, he practiced martial arts hard, also in order to one day be able to repel the enemy, help his father restore the glory of the former Great Song Dynasty, and marry Qingming back to be the princess by the way.

"Tsk, the eleventh junior brother and the nineteenth junior sister, when did they get together! But it's also good, it left me with the opportunity to pursue Senior Sister Qingming. Qing Mo smiled and said to herself, "It turns out that the Nineteenth Senior Sister actually practiced secret techniques at night, no wonder Master won't blame her for being so lazy during the day." There is also a junior sister who turned out to be the master's daughter, and today I really know a lot of secrets. Well, by the way, I can go to Master's room and see if there's any of that. ”

After sneaking into Aoyayoi's room, Moss didn't see anything strange.

"I'm afraid that as Senior Sister Nineteen said, that thing can't be seen. Master really likes her, and gives her such a bullish martial arts to practice, I don't know how many years it will take to be the same favor. ”

Just about to go out, Moss saw a corner of a yellow handkerchief exposed under the table of Qing Yayoi, which was exactly the same as the handkerchief of the mother concubine in his memory, he curiously pulled it out, only to see that it was written in blood: "In the fourth year of Jianyan, the women handed over the little princess Zhao Shasha to Mr. Qing Yayoi of the Qingshan faction to raise, and changed her name to Qing Sha Sa, as evidenced by the blood book." ”

As if the thunder was roaring overhead, and the moss almost didn't stand firm, he leaned on the corner of the table and said to himself: "No, it's not a little princess, when Jianyan was four years old, the master raised him obviously as a little prince!" In the fourth year of Jianyan, my nurse handed over the three-year-old me to the master, and there was a blood letter from the nurse at that time as evidence, and I remember it clearly. This blood letter and the chaise handkerchief are forgeries! How can the master be like this, he just prefers his daughter, why should he give her the status of a royal child! ”

Moss suddenly became disgusted with Yayoiyuki, whom he had respected, and he couldn't accept that his master would give up his honorable status to others.

"Master, how can you do this to me! That's obviously my family, that's my family, why give it to the nineteenth junior sister? Damn it! ”

The seeds of hatred began to grow rapidly in Moss's heart, and he hated Aoyayoi's behavior of dropping bags, and he was even more worried about his future.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Aoyayoi walked in, and he looked at the handkerchief in Moss's hand in surprise and walked forward quickly.

"Moss! You...... What is this doing? ”

Moss didn't look at Yayoi, his eyes were fixed on the handkerchief, and at the same time he clenched the handkerchief tightly with his hand, and his hand began to show a bloody red: "Master, you're back." ”

Aoyayoi immediately realized what was happening, he took a step forward and put his hand on Moss's arm: "Moss, you listen to the teacher's explanation, things are not what you think. ”

Moss looked at Aoyayoi and asked with a wry smile, "Explain?" What is the best explanation for this. Okay, tell me, what's going on? ”

Yayoi's originally righteous face showed a look of embarrassment: "This, there are some things that really can't be told to you, and I can't think of a better way to explain it for a while." Wait a few more months, and you'll understand. ”