It was precisely because of this that the guard was touched and felt compassion.
He stretched out his big, calloused hand and touched Ji Ruobai's head: "Let's go quickly. I will treat you as if you have fallen off the cliff. Leave here and run far away. Don't let me catch you.
It will be fine.”
Ji Ruobai finally understood that he was willing to let him go.
For a moment, Ji Ruobai's eyes filled with tears and she was so moved, but she didn't know what to say.
"Thank you, thank you, no, but I don't want to leave here for the time being. Can you help me bury grandma's body together, and let me send her on her last journey." After saying that, Ji Ruobai knelt down directly on the ground.
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Seeing how pitiful he was, the guard finally agreed with him and helped him go to the mass grave to find Nanny's body and bury it.
Later, Ji Ruobai offered another stick of incense to the nanny and stayed here for several days before planning to leave.
The guard has already left.
Ji Ruobai couldn't stay here forever. After the previous lessons, he learned wisely this time, and even the county magistrate didn't believe him easily.
He went to inquire specifically and heard that the Qing Confucian master in the county was very prestigious. He planned to go to the academy to join the Qing Confucian master.
He ate the dry food that the guard had left for him a few days ago, and he just drank from the river until he reached the door of Qinglu Academy, where his vision went dark and he fainted.
When he woke up again, he was already in a warm and dry bed, and his clothes were changed into clean ones.
Ji Ruobai looked around cautiously. He was a little afraid that he was not in the academy.
The door creaked open, and an old man with a goatee saw that he was awake and stepped over to check his pulse.
"Where am I?" Ji Ruobai said timidly, his eyes full of fear.
The Master looked at him, sighed and touched his head: "This is Qinglu Academy. My child, why did you fall here? Where are your adults?"
When Ji Ruobai heard this, he finally entered the academy after all his efforts. The thorns all over his body instantly disintegrated, leaving only the fragility of a five-year-old child: "Master...I...I..."
Ji Ruobai was crying so hard that he was out of breath. The master held him in his arms distressedly: "Why are you living outside? You are injured all over your body. Even your clothes were torn when you came here."
Ji Ruobai sobbed and said, "Grandpa, are you a Confucian scholar?"
Master Qingru looked at this child's round and round appearance and liked him very much. Naturally, he did not lie to him: "Yes, how did you find him? You still know me at such a young age."
Ji Ruobai looked at him obediently, with tears in his eyes, but did not directly say who he was.
"Stretch out your hand and I'll feel your pulse again." Master Qingru felt more and more pity for Ji Ruobai. He didn't know how he found such a small child, and even fainted at the door.
He considered it carefully, took a cup of tea, and stroked his beard.
This child's energy is very good, and he doesn't look like he has suffered a lot at all, but his appearance cannot be faked. Either he comes from a wealthy family, or he comes with a purpose, but a child can
What is the purpose? The Qing Confucians were very puzzled.
"Whose child are you? If you don't tell the truth, I won't be able to keep you here."
Ji Ruobai was startled and said hurriedly: "Grandpa, please don't drive me away. I am the child of the prince and the princess."
Master Qingru frowned: "Then why are you here?"
Ji Ruobai had an aggrieved face, and did not tell anything except his true identity. He was sold to Ren Yazi by Aunt Li, and later transferred to the county magistrate's office, where he was tortured and hunted by wealthy businessmen.
The more the Qing Confucian Master listened, the more frightened he became. Those in the officialdom could not bear to attack such a young child.
He looked at the little Ji Ruobai, with some inexplicable emotions in his eyes, which seemed to be pity and resentment: "I can't help you, but you can stay here, it is safe here."
"Why can't you help me, Master?" Ji Ruobai asked.
"I've long been tired of seeing the right and wrong in the officialdom. If I help you go back today, I'm afraid Qinglu Academy will disappear tomorrow. My child, there are countless eyes watching behind you, so you will be my apprentice.
Right." The Qing Confucian Master sighed.
Ji Ruobai nodded and did not embarrass the master.
His father and mother will find him sooner or later. As long as they are safe, he will be content.
Ji Ruobai got out of bed with his bare feet and wanted to salute the Qing Confucian Master, but was pulled back: "No, there is a difference in status."
After saying this, the master left without giving Ji Ruobai any more comfort.
He thought for a while, since he would be his master's disciple in the future, he would do well!
The next day.
"Has anyone learned the Analects of Confucius?" a Confucian scholar from the Qing Dynasty asked at the beginning of the class.
Ji Ruobai raised his hand excitedly and finished reciting the Analects.
After asking several questions in a row, Ji Ruobai answered them all fluently.
Master Qingru looked at Ji Ruobai in surprise and nodded with satisfaction.
But he didn't know that his exposure to the limelight had directly resulted in him not having any friends.
Ye Fuxun has been looking for Ji Ruobai for five days. He only sleeps two or three hours a day, and his eyes are black and blue.
Ye Fuxun was really desperate. After searching for so long, there was no news at all. She didn't know whether her son had food and clothing, and even whether he was alive or dead was unknown.
Ye Fuxun rubbed her eyebrows and took a sip of tea. She always felt that her rest time was the time when she missed Ji Ruobai, which made her more and more anxious.
"Princess, you should have a good rest and let the servants look for it. Let's take turns to look for it, okay?" Nian Yun looked at her tired look with disbelief. She felt very distressed just looking at her these days, but the princess was still very worried.
You have to go out and look for them yourself and let them have a good sleep.
Xi Luo also couldn't bear it and frowned: "Princess, you can't endure yourself like this. I have martial arts. It doesn't matter whether I sleep or not. Why don't you just let me go out and look for you."
Ye Fuxun shook his head, with undisguised worry in his eyes: "No, I won't feel at ease if I don't look for it."
Nianyun wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Xi Luo. Xi Luo grabbed the sword in his hand and shook his head slightly at her.
Nianyun sighed and endured it.
"Let's go, you can go out with me to look for it again." Ye Fuxun gave an ugly smile.
Nianyun picked up Ji Ruobai's portrait and held it tightly in his arms.
"Give me the portrait."
Slender white fingers gently took away the painting, and Nianyun looked at Ye Fuxun worriedly.
Ye Fuxun opened the portrait and gently touched Ji Ruobai's eyebrows.
He murmured: "Mother and son are connected. My Ruobai is still fine and alive."
The princess who was so high-spirited back then, now looked like this, Nian Yun's eyes were wet, and he turned his head and did not dare to look.