"Master Ji, Captain Meng sent a talking wren, where do you think it's hanging?"

"Painter Ji, Captain Meng is here to deliver things again......"

I don't know how many times it was like this, Hengyu sat in the study and helped his forehead.

And at this time-

"One worship heaven and earth, two worship the high hall!"

“……？” Hengyu raised his head and looked at the talking wren in the cage with complicated eyes...... Is he still a wedding bird?

The Meng family really embodied their sincerity in every detail......

Don't mention her everywhere, even a bird has been specially trained.

"One worship heaven and earth, two worship the high hall!"

"Take it out, take it out." Heng Yu commanded towards Cuihuai.

"Yes." The female envoy Cui Huai couldn't help but laugh and went up to the birdcage.

Heng Yu also got up from behind the bookcase, went out of the study to take a breath, and when she walked to the bottom of the corridor, she saw that Ji Ji, who had gone out to buy, had just returned, and the young man who helped her carry things and send her back was Meng Dazhu-

The young man is tall and mighty, but when he faces the girl in front of him, he is like a gentle and loyal dog, and the difference between the two is that people can see clearly even if they are far away.

Hengyu poked his head out for a while, and said to himself a little dejectedly: "I can't see any shortcomings horizontally and vertically......

"You're picking other people's thorns!"

Suddenly there was the voice of Jiang Mediaguan behind him, and Heng Yu didn't reply: "Whose family is not like this when they marry their daughters?" ”

"Yes, yes, you have to be cautious about looking at your son-in-law!" Jiang median came to her and stuffed a booklet into her: "What you want - the background of the Meng family up and down, counting up and down the five generations, it's all here!" It's time to dig up people's ancestral graves and take a look! ”

"You said this lack of morality, and it's up to you to have nightmares...... Hengyu took it and looked at it.

What can be verified is one of the conditions she uses to weigh this family business.

As for the second concern, it may soon be answered.

At the gate of the courtyard, Meng Dazhu watched Ji Ji enter the courtyard before leaving.

When he left the Hou Mansion and returned home, he was immediately surrounded by his family and asked how the battle was going in the front hall.

Looking at the faces full of hope, the young man only felt very stressed, but he could only shake his head truthfully.

A sigh erupted.

"Why don't you go and ask the Bodhisattva for help?" Father Meng suddenly proposed.

Shan: "Do you still need to say it?" Lately, I've been going to the Buddha hall to offer incense sooner or later! ”

"I'm talking about Marquis Xiao!"

"That's right...... I didn't think of that! Shan Shi was stunned, and hurriedly urged his son to ask the gods for help.

The big pillar should go down and be busy.

And the young man got on his horse and left on his front foot, and there was a dusty figure on his back foot and hurried back to Meng's house.

The shopkeeper who came to deliver the account book met this figure in the front yard.

"Did the girl really get it back?!" Cheng Ping grabbed the guy and asked in a fixed voice.

"Is that fake?" The guy was scratched and his arm hurt, but he still smiled: "The girl and the eldest lady are in the front hall at this time, Uncle Ping will know when he goes to meet him!" ”

Cheng Ping immediately ran to the front hall.

In the hall, Mrs. Wen and Shan were talking, Jia Kite was sitting on the side and teasing the little yellow dog on her knees, and Meng Father got up from the chair and was about to go to the shop, when he raised his eyes and saw someone coming.

"Brother Cheng is back!"

Cheng Ping didn't respond, stopped outside the hall door, and looked at the hall with a somewhat nervous expression for a while.

Jia Kite, who was holding a little yellow dog in the hall, subconsciously turned her head to look.

The four eyes met for a moment, Cheng Ping's eyes trembled, and his eyes almost turned red.

"Like ......," his chapped lips moved, but he smiled, "...... Like Brother Monte. ”

And since the eldest lady has personally recognized it, then there can be no mistake!

"Sister Kite, this is what your Uncle Ping told you!" Meng's father smiled and beckoned to his niece: "Come and meet!" ”

Mrs. Wen also smiled and nodded.

Jia Kite hurriedly put the puppy down and got up, and bowed her knees to Cheng Ping, who walked in late, and shouted "Uncle Ping" a little embarrassed, but also very sincerely.

She heard what Uncle A-Niang said - how many years she lost, how many years this Uncle Ping looked for her.

For such a person, even though this seemed like the first time she had met her, she couldn't help but be grateful.

"Okay......" Cheng Ping nodded after a while, and said in a dumb voice: "Sister Kite...... It's good to be back. ”

If you say more, you won't have it.

Twenty years of searching, all kinds of hardships and struggles on his shoulders, despair and dazedness, this moment was unloaded with this sentence.

Early the next morning, Cheng Ping went to the grave of Mengluo to pay respects with Mrs. Wen, mother and daughter.

After the memorial, the mother and daughter left Cheng Ping alone in front of the tomb for a while.

This is the first time in 20 years that Cheng Ping has come to pay respects.

"Sister Kite is home......"

Cheng Ping sat in front of the grave without much grace, holding a wine jar in his hand, and his low voice was a little relaxed and a little dazed: "I should also go." ”

"I was supposed to send you home, but I didn't expect that this stay would be ...... for most of your life."

"This time I went out, I stumbled upon traces suspected of their secret activities near Yingzhou, more than 20 years later, are they still there......

"Then it's time for me to go."

"As for where to go...... Cheng Ping took a sip of wine, and his messy beard was also stained with wine, "Let's go and see." ”

After speaking, he got up, and his robe was covered with dirt and grass clippings.

I'm going to say goodbye to the eldest lady.

And after his resignation, he still has to meet someone and fulfill his promise.

……

Under the warm afternoon sun, next to the swing in the courtyard, the girl leaned on a rocking chair to read, her knees covered with a soft blanket, and the tips of her lotus-colored embroidered shoes swayed lightly under the apricot-colored dress.

The girl's posture is relaxed and casual, and there is a bit of a rare romantic posture in a woman between her delicate eyebrows and eyes, and the female envoy in the courtyard can't help but want to take a few more glances at this time, and when she is blessed, her voice is becoming softer and softer: "Ji painter, an old servant named Cheng Ping in Captain Meng's family wants to see you." ”

"Cheng Ping......" Hengyu seemed to think for a moment before remembering who this person was, and after saying "oh", he put down the book casually: "I'll go see him." ”

"You don't have to see the painter, just bring the maid." The envoy smiled and said: "Master Hou has ordered you, if there is a guest who comes to find a painter, please enter the house." ”

Heng Yu was slightly stunned, and nodded after a moment: "So it's tiring." ”

Soon, Cheng Ping was brought over by the female envoy.

Hengyu was still sitting in the rattan chair, Cheng Ping approached her, knelt down without saying a word, and knocked a song.

Heng Yu looked at him and said in a very kind tone: "Uncle Ping is back." ”

"Yes."

"Can you see the good kite lady?"

"Yes." Cheng Ping said: "So I came to thank Miss Tongji." ”

The girl's gaze fell on the burden on his shoulders: "Uncle Ping is leaving Yingzhou?" ”

Cheng Ping replied "yes" again and said: "I have stayed in the Meng family all these years just to find the girl, and now I have fulfilled my promise to Miss Ji, and I will leave Yingzhou in the future." ”

He remembered that the little girl had said that as long as he answered a question, although he always felt that the request was a little strange in his thoughts—

But it's just a problem.

But what he never expected was ......

"Oh, then you probably can't go." The little girl said on a whim, "I have changed my mind." ”

Cheng Ping looked up.

The girl in the rocking chair sat up straight, looked at him, and asked with a smile: "I remember you said that you are willing to be a cow and a horse—is that still counting?" ”

Cheng Ping was stunned, but he didn't hesitate to nod: "Naturally." ”

"That's good." The girl nodded in satisfaction, turned her head and explained: "Jiji, go and draw up a deed paper for selling yourself as a slave, and take Uncle Ping to the government to seal it." ”

Cheng Ping: "......?!" ”

"How much money does Uncle Ping want? I will not do any wrong. Heng Yu asked with a smile.

Cheng Ping calmed down a little, and said: "It's not that I want to go back on my word, it's just that if Miss Ji has an explanation, she just tells her, and she doesn't have to do it, and she doesn't have to do business." ”

"But if you stay with me for a long time, you must always have a nominal identity, otherwise what if you suddenly disappear one day?" Heng Yu said while thinking: "I have to sign a death contract with you, so let's live for three years - after three years, you can regain your free body, I just need you to do things for me for three years, how about it?" ”

Coerced to repay the favor, casually wanted to let people sell themselves into slavery, how do girls look like they are messing around casually on a whim, and they are really stained with the willful and arrogant style of the rich and noble people.

It must be known that in the family of the official eunuchs in Beijing, most of them use the matter of buying and selling slaves and maids as a comparison, and the case of a trader selling Kunlun slaves at a high price is an example.

At this moment, in the eyes of this little girl, he is afraid that he is just an object that can be taken by her for her own use and used to show off because of some skills.

Cheng Ping endured the smiling eyes for a moment, and then said: "I don't know how to change my temperament, I have offended many people, I am afraid that it will cause trouble for Miss Ji——"

But I saw the girl smile calmly: "It's okay, trouble is lively, I like to be lively the most." ”

"......" Cheng Ping clenched his fists and was completely speechless.

"Of course, the betrayal of a lover is voluntary, and I must not do persecution. If Uncle Ping repents, he can leave. The girl picked up the scroll casually, and looked like she didn't care much.

Cheng Ping gritted his teeth secretly, and a mouthful of blood choked in his throat.

Back?

Who is repentant?

Seeing that the girl really looked at the book and ignored him, Cheng Ping closed his eyes and said, "I am willing to keep my promise." ”

It's only been three years.

And the official lady is greedy for freshness, maybe she won't be interested in a few days.

He made the heaviest promise in his life, and the other party found the girl for him, and he didn't repay this kindness, and his conscience was restless.

Heng Yu smiled when he heard this, but his eyes were still fixed on the scroll, and he bowed his head lightly and said, "Okay, then from today on, Uncle Ping will be my person." ”

Cheng Ping was silent all the way and followed Ji Ji to the official mansion.

When he came out of the government, he held the heavy money bag in his hand, and felt that this body was sold suddenly.

Ji Ji put away the deed of sale, and on the way back, Cheng Ping sat on the seat with the coachman of the Ji family, and the coachman told him about the many rules of the Ji family, that is, the meaning of training and employment.

“…… In addition to these rules, our girls love beauty very much, and they always like clean and handsome people. ”

At a young age, Cheng Ping, who was neither handsome nor beautiful, finally couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

However, Jiji and the coachman decided that the incident was man-made, so they cleaned him up that day, bathed and rubbed him, repaired his sideburns, shaved off his messy beard, changed new clothes inside and out, and even smoked incense to hide his body smell......

After doing all this, Cheng Ping, who was only sent to Hengyu the next morning, had only one feeling - he had become clean, but it seemed to be completely dirty.

"Uncle Ping, sit down." In the study, Hengyu put down the pen.

"There is a difference between master and servant, and the girl has something to say." Cheng Ping stood straight, as if this was the only way to hold on to some of the unspeakable dignity.

"My command is to sit down."

"......" Cheng Ping complied, only to feel that his dignity had not only failed to be retained, but had been lost more completely.

"Uncle Ping drinks tea." Hengyu raised his hand to signal.

Only then did he have a lesson from the past, Cheng Ping didn't say much this time, and picked up the tea bowl with an expressionless face and drank the tea.

Next, I heard the girl speak again: "Uncle Lao Ping rolled up his sleeves and let me look at my arms." ”

Cheng Ping frowned.

If he hadn't been an old man now, he would have really suspected that this little girl was going to tease him!

Or is it similar to the Kunlun slave that was bought, and you have to pry open your mouth to see if your teeth are good?

With a solemn face, he stretched out his arm and pulled the right sleeve up to his elbow.

Heng Yu shook his head lightly: "No, I want to look at the left hand-"

Cheng Ping's expression froze, and he looked at the girl sitting behind the bookcase steadily.

The girl's expression was calm, and the silence around could be heard as the needles fell.

The doors and windows of the study were closed, and the two maids beside her were guarding outside the study at this time.

Cheng Ping quietly clenched his left fist.

No......

The little girl in front of her was only seventeen or eighteen years old......

Facing those eyes, Cheng Ping stretched out his left hand and rolled up his sleeve in half.

Heng Yu smiled and stretched out a hand, the palm of which was flipped upward, signaling him to do so.

Cheng Ping's body was straight, and he slowly flipped his palm, so that the inside of his wrist was facing up, revealing in the girl's sight.

The study is located in the direction of the rising sun, even though the doors and windows are closed, it is bright in the early morning-

As Cheng Ping saw in his sight, the girl looked at the tattoo pattern above his wrist and slowly pursed the corners of her lips.

She spoke, her voice soft and casual—

"Uncle Ping, have you ever killed someone?"

What is the problem?

Want a slave who has killed someone to show off?

Cheng Ping tried not to think about that possibility, put his arm down, and said calmly: "If you have been on the battlefield, you will naturally kill it." ”

"What about outside the battlefield?" The girl asked again.

Cheng Ping raised a silent guard around him: "What does the girl want to ask?" ”

Heng Yu looked at him and said in a low voice: "I want to know the origin of the tattoo on your wrist—"

Looking at the calm eyebrows and eyes that were no longer half arbitrary and casual, Cheng Ping completely tensed his body in an instant.