"Since that's the case, I will take you to the imperial tomb to worship tomorrow morning, and then go to the palace to pick up something."

"Go back to the palace to get something? What's the second father?"

Wang Xin smiled mysteriously, "You will know then."

...

The next morning, just as dawn, Wang Ling'er got up and prepared breakfast.

Seeing Wang Xin coming out, Wang Ling'er said, "Second Dad, come and try my skills!"

Wang Xin was stunned for a moment, "When did you learn how to cook?"

Wang Ling'er smiled sly, "I have always been able to do it, but I didn't need to cook in the palace before, I used to be..." As he said that, Wang Ling'er's eyes dimmed again.

Seeing this, Wang Xin was silent. Knowing that this topic evoked Wang Ling'er's memories again, he looked at her apologetically, picked up the porridge on the table and tasted it.

Hum? Why does it smell like a mushy? As soon as he picked up the bowl, Wang Xin realized something was wrong, so he wanted to immediately put the bowls and chopsticks in his hand, but he faced Wang Ling'er's gaze. Wang Ling'er was holding his little face and looking at him with hope. He smiled bitterly in his heart and had to take a slight sip.

At this moment, Wang Xin felt that even thousands of troops on the battlefield were not as terrible as Wang Ling'er's bowl of porridge.

It’s hard to swallow, this is Wang Xin’s first feeling. I don’t know what seasoning she put, salty, astringent, and paste, which brings together a lot of indescribable flavors, which has a great impact on the taste buds.

Wang Xin instinctively wanted to vomit, but when he saw Wang Ling'er's gaze, he couldn't bear to brush her kindness, so he gritted his teeth and swallowed.

Controlling the uproar in his stomach, Wang Xin immediately put on the bowls and chopsticks, endured the discomfort and said to her with a smile: "It's so good."

Wang Ling'er suddenly laughed, and her two beautiful big eyes smiled like crescent moons, "Second Dad, then I'll make breakfast for you every day from now on!"

Wang Xin clicked, forgot, let’s teach her slowly in the future.

"Second dad, eat quickly, it's going to be cold."

"well."

"Hehe, I'll eat some too."

"Let's go!" Wang Xin hurriedly called her, "You can eat the porridge you cook at any time. Today I will take you to the city to have some special snacks."

Wang Xin was shocked. If she had been asked to eat it, it would be exposed.

Wang Ling'er glanced at the sky. It was already midday. She shook her head and said, "Let's go next time, second father. We will go to the imperial tomb later. You will also go to the palace to get things. There is not much time left." As she said that, she also served a bowl of porridge for herself.

Wang Xin sighed and looked at her with helpless look as she picked up the bowl and brought the porridge to her mouth.

Wang Ling'er took a sip and was stunned, staring at the porridge in her hand in disbelief.

"Girl, actually..." Wang Xin wanted to say something to comfort her, but when she said something, she couldn't say anything. Wang Ling'er has been pampering since she was a child. Since she remembered, she has been the most favored princess of the dynasty. She has never touched the spring water of her fingers. She was able to get up early to cook today. I think she has figured it out and has completely let go of her former identity...

Thinking of this, Wang Xin sighed again.

Wang Ling'er looked at the porridge in her hand, her eyes were filled with tears. She poured the porridge in her hand back into the basin with a little anger, snatched the bowl from Wang Xin's hand and poured it into the basin. Then she picked up the basin and walked towards the kitchen.

Wang Xin only heard a rustling sound. Needless to think, Wang Ling'er must have ruined her failed work.

Wang Ling'er squatted in the corner, feeling very guilty in her heart. She began to complain that she was useless. She hugged her knees with both hands, covered her head, and sobbed quietly...

She cried very quietly, but how could she escape the ears of a martial arts master like Wang Xin? He stood up and was about to knock on the door to comfort her. His hand had already been lifted into the air, but he put it down again.

Because he didn't know how to comfort him.

Wang Xin had no choice but to sit on the steps at the door and wait quietly.

As Wang Ling'er's crying slowly weakened, after a while, Wang Ling'er walked out and put on a veil, but her red and swollen eyes could still see traces of crying.

"Second Dad, let's go." As he said that, he walked outside.

Wang Xin nodded and followed silently.

I don’t know how long I left, but Wang Ling’er suddenly stopped, “Second Dad.”

"kindness?"

"I will never cook again in the future."

...

"Master, I want to go down the mountain."

"Down the mountain? You just had just been up the mountain for a few days, so you couldn't stand it?"

"No," Jiang Li explained, "I want to send two letters back and tell Grandpa Xun and my friends about my news."

"That's it," Zhu Qingtian stroked his beard, "Then you go, call Zhang Xiaoyu and buy some supplies to come back."

"Okay master."

Jiang Li turned around and left, informing Zhang Xiaoyu of the news.

"It's good to go down the mountain, it's good to go down the mountain. It's been so long since I've been down the mountain. I'm almost suffocating me to death."

"Senior Brother Zhang, we'll set off without further ado."

"Okay, okay, go."

...

Wang Ling'er knelt in front of Wang Yi's tomb and respectfully lit a stick of incense. Wang Xin did not follow him, he leaned far under a big tree and looked at her from afar.

He knew that at this time, it would be better not to go there.

"Father, Mother, Ling'er is back." Wang Ling'er was crying and burning paper money while muttering to herself, "Don't worry, my father, Mother, Ling'er is safe now with her second father. I will practice martial arts with her second father. Wait for me, and when I have the ability, I must find out the truth about that night, and I will not let you and your elder brother be injustice..."

"Since I was a child, you said I was willful, because you were there. Now Ling'er also wants to be willful, but she has no chance..."

"Father and mother, you and your elder brother should take good care of yourself there. Ling'er will come to see you often in the future..."

As he spoke, Wang Ling'er's crying became more and more heartbreaking and hysterical.

Wang Xin looked at this scene from afar, shook his head helplessly, took out a flute from his sleeve, and started blowing it.

The sound of the flute is melodious, and the sorrow is long and sad.

A dream of the imperial family for ten years,

The rain scatters and the clouds scatter.

Arriving across the water,

The sunset of Yong'an City is reflected in the evening.

I never said goodbye at that time.

Hold back tears and chant again, hold back tears and chant again,

Can't hold back tears,

Sent to melancholy.

"Girl, let's go."

"Second Dad, do you think, after a person dies, can he really see the world?"

Wang Xin smiled. He never believed in any ghosts and gods, but he couldn't bear to say it clearly, so he had to say: "As long as you believe it, it's OK."

...

"Jiang Li, where are we going now?"

"Senior Brother Zhang, please go and buy things first. I will send a letter to the inn and go out of the city to meet you."

"Okay, then you go slowly, no hurry, I have to go to a place." Zhang Xiaoyu smiled.

Jiang Li didn't know what he was talking about, so he nodded and went to ask passers-by for directions.

"Auntie, do you know where the inn is in the city?"

"Walk straight here, cross the five-mile long street, turn a corner, and you're here." The old lady stretched out her hand and gestured.

"Thank you, aunt." Jiang Li left with respectfully clasped his fists.

"I don't thank you, I haven't seen such a polite child for a long time." The old lady waved her hand.

Jiang Li quickly found the inn along the route, found a table to sit down, and looked at the endless queue outside the door. They were all illiterate people. If they wanted to write a letter, they had to ask the down-and-out old Confucian scholar to write. Of course, this had to be paid to him.

Jiang Li smiled and was about to pick up the pen, but saw a girl with a disheveled and ragged dress full of pudding standing timidly in front of him, holding a wrinkled piece of letter paper in her hand.

"Big brother, can you, can you write a letter for me? I don't know how to write, I only have enough money to send a letter, I don't have money to ask someone to write for me..." As she said that, the little girl took out five copper coins from her pocket and showed it to Jiang Li.

"Little sister, where are your family?"

"I have no family, I'm separated..." The little girl's eyes dimmed.

Jiang Li was stunned and touched her head with some guilt, "Okay, I'll write it to you later."

"Really?" the little girl jumped up happily.

...

"Stop, you must not trespass in the important area of ​​the palace." Outside the Xuanmen, the soldiers guarding the gate stopped the two of them.

Without waiting for Wang Xin to speak, Wang Ling'er had already taken a step forward and raised the five-star purple gold order in her hand.

When the leader saw it, he immediately knelt down on one knee, "Greetings to the Lord!"
To be continued...