Minghui's heart moved slightly, Yu'er?

When Feng saw Huo Yu just now, he also called him Yu'er.

Isn't Huo Yu's name called Baozhu?

Feng was very difficult when he gave birth to him, and he was worried that he would not be able to support him, so he took such a milk name.

Minghui's face was impassive, she looked at Mrs. Yang and asked, "What about later?" ”

Mrs. Yang sighed: "Lord Dou can be said to be ill-fated, he has been in Yuhang for many years, the evaluation is excellent, and he is about to be promoted, who would have thought that he was affected by his cousin, Lord Dou's cousin gave the emperor a fold, alas, the old slave doesn't understand, anyway, it is to raid the house, not only his own house, the descendants of the Dou family are all sitting together, and the men who have reached the age of thirteen are distributed for 3,000 miles, and Lord Dou has not been spared, fortunately, the little young master has just turned twelve and stayed."

Lord Dou has not continued the strings for many years, and the little young master is not familiar with the female scroll in the clan, so Lord Dou thought about it and entrusted the little young master to his wife.

Mrs. regarded the little young master as her own, Lord Dou begged each other, and Mrs. agreed to come down, when Lord Dou left, let the little master officially recognize Mrs. as his mother, and Lord Dou also gave Mrs. a big gift with the little young master, thanking Mrs. for her kindness. ”

Hearing this, Minghui's eyes narrowed slightly, adoptive mother and righteous son?

"What's the name of the little master?" Minghui asked.

"The little young master has a single name, Dou Ting." Mrs. Yang said.

A name flashed through Minghui's mind, Ye Ting.

Ye Ting and Dou Ting, in addition to the different surnames, the first name, the same age, and place of origin can be matched.

In other words, the woman who came to Baoding County to find her son back then was really Feng's?

Minghui nodded and motioned for Mrs. Yang to continue.

Mrs. Yang sighed again: "It's just that, whether it's Lord Dou or Mrs. herself, they all think about this matter too easily."

Lord Dou was taken away by the official from the capital, and the parents were escorted out of the yamen, which caused a sensation in the whole county, and everyone in Yuhang knew that Lord Dou had committed a crime and was a criminal minister.

After Lord Dou left, the life of the wife and the little young master also plummeted, the little young master was bullied in the school, where we lived, there were often many people who came to harass, and the wife and the little master were too scared to go out.

A few months passed like this, and one day, Dou Ming, the elder who used to be by Lord Dou's side, suddenly visited, and at the same time brought a letter from Lord Dou to his wife.

Lord Dou said in the letter that he was not thoughtful, and he should not let his wife take care of a child when she was helpless, so he asked Dou Ming to come back and send the little young master to the capital to take refuge in his uncle.

The wife and the young master all knew Lord Dou's handwriting and private seals, and they were sure that it was Lord Dou's handwritten letter.

Although the wife was reluctant, she thought of the situation of the young master in the past few months, so she agreed.

Lord Dou is not thin on his wife, and because the little young master has always lived with his wife, therefore, Lord Dou gave almost all of his official fortune and filial piety to his wife, and over the years, his wife has also saved a lot of silver in her hands, and she handed over more than half of this silver to the little young master, so that he can keep it and keep a little bit for himself.

After the young master left, our life became more and more difficult, I went to the needlework shop to pick up the work of embroidering the handkerchief, and took it back to do it with my wife, our master and servant two people, we can earn two or three taels of silver a month, and the life is also passable.

In the first few years, the little young master would write back every half a month, telling his wife about him in the capital, and his wife knew that he was doing well in the capital, and she was happy from the bottom of her heart.

Mrs. often said that it would be nice if her reputation could be as happy as the little master.

Lord Dou's luck this time is not very good, he has not been able to recover, the little young master is the son of a criminal minister, no matter how well he reads, he can't participate in the imperial examination.

Seeing that people who were not as good as him could be admitted to Xiucai, the little young master was depressed, so he asked his uncle and only took a small servant out to travel.

Mrs. was surprised and delighted, the little young master said that he was out of the house, and he didn't want to use the name Dou Ting, for fear that people would know that he was the son of the Dou family and cause trouble, so for this, Mrs. also carved a small seal for him with her own hands. ”

Minghui praised "tight fit" in her heart, but asked on her lips: "Oh? What is the name of the little master when he goes out? ”

"Back to the eldest grandmother, the little young master is under the pseudonym Ye Ting outside, and his name has not changed, but he has changed his surname." Mrs. Yang said.

Ye Ting, the scholar who died in Baoding.

"Go on." Minghui said.

Mrs. Yang quietly wiped the corners of her eyes with her sleeve, and there was a little more sadness in her voice: "That day, Mrs. personally went to the dock to send the little young master on the boat, and the little young master said that he would go back to Yuhang to see her next year, and said that he wanted to eat the salted duck eggs pickled by the old slave."

In the second year, the old slave pickled salted duck eggs early, but from the beginning of the year to the end of the year, the little young master did not come back.

Mrs. wrote a few letters to the capital, but there was no reply, and then finally looked forward to the letter, but it was not written by the little master, but from the cousin of the little master, the young master said in the letter that the little master went out to travel and did not return, please Mrs. Don't write any more letters for the time being, after the little master returns, he will contact her.

Mrs. complained from time to time, complaining that the little master went out to travel, why didn't he write a letter to report his safety.

But complaining is complaining, and Mrs. is still very worried about the little master.

In this way, the wife waited for two whole years, and the little master has not been heard from.

In the past, my wife dreamed, and always dreamed that the uncle cried to her, but in those days, my wife couldn't dream of the uncle, but often saw the little young master in her dreams, and in the third year, the wife's dream changed again, in the dream, she saw the dead little master.

Where can my wife still sit still, there happened to be an acquaintance who was going to the capital, so my wife begged someone to take her north with her.

On the way, the old slave heard someone say that there is a strange person in Baoding Mansion who is very good at deduction, and after the wife learned about it, she also took the old slave to Baoding, but unfortunately she couldn't see the strange person.

Alas, it's fate, why did you come to Baoding at that time.

Later, when we arrived in the capital, we found the little master's uncle's house, and we also met the young master.

The young master didn't believe that the little young master would have an accident, he said that someone had seen the little young master in Baoding, and the little young master was fine at that time.

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Mrs. and the old slave live in the inn, the inn has a branch in Baoding, I heard that the young owner of the inn is going to Baoding branch to check the account, the old slave asked the young owner to help inquire, maybe the little master has lived in his inn.

In fact, the old slave was not sure that the young owner could really inquire about it, and he just wanted to try his luck.

The old slave never expected that this luck was really ...... It's just that it's not good luck, it's bad luck!

Shaodongjia returned to the capital and told us that more than half a year ago, there was a fateful case in Baoding Mansion, and a scholar from other places was beaten to death by a beggar, and that scholar was named Ye Ting.

Because the yamen not only posted notices at that time, but also took the portrait of the deceased and investigated it in various inns, the shopkeeper of the Baoding branch remembered very well that the deceased was called Ye Ting. ”

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