"Sister-in-law, I'm looking for my cousin. He is about 20 years old and very good-looking. He came out within a month. He is dressed in a very ordinary way. I heard that he has been seen in this area. I wonder if my sister-in-law has seen him before?"
Yu Xijiao asked with a smile.
"Isn't that the person you're talking about? He came here more than ten days ago. He looked pretty good when he came. He would go out sometimes. He was said to be looking for something to do. But just a few days ago, something suddenly changed.
He seems to be alone and gets drunk every day." The middle-aged woman pointed at Yu Xijiao.
Following her gesture, Yu Xijiao saw a room in the corner. It looked more like a small utility room. From the outside, it looked shaky, more so than any other room here.
It doesn't look good, it seems like it was built later.
"Is...he here?" Yu Xijiao asked.
"You're so young and don't know how to find a job. How can you live like this day by day?"
The middle-aged woman shook her head and squatted down to take the washed clothes to the other side to dry.
Yu Xi walked a few steps delicately and walked to the door of the house, which was ajar.
Pushing open the door, you will see a bed. There are random things thrown around, the most common of which are a pile of wine gourds thrown at the foot of the bed. Apart from these, there is no one in this very small space.
Looking back at the middle-aged woman who had gone to hang clothes on the other side, Yu Xijiao felt a little relieved. She calmed down and entered the house. The smell of alcohol hit her nostrils. She didn't know how much alcohol had accumulated, which was pungent.
!
Yu Xijiao stood still in the room, and suddenly there was a voice in her ears. She suddenly turned her head and saw an unkempt man. Her face could not be seen clearly. She could only see him slumped behind the door, leaning against the wall.
With his eyes closed and his clothes in a mess, he looked like a beggar.
However, Yu Xijiao's eyes lit up and her fingers trembled with excitement. Huangtian had paid off. She had indeed seen it right that day...
"Who...are you? What are you doing here?" Seeing Yu Xijiao standing silently in front of him, the beggar behind the door burped and asked, kicking over the wine gourd next to him, and the smell of wine was rising to the sky.
It was washed up, accompanied by the smell of alcohol before, and the nauseating taste.
"You...actually looked like this!" Yu Xijiao was not frightened. Instead, she took a step forward and stared at the beggar in front of her.
"Isn't this a joke? Beggars don't look like this, could it be that... or they look like something else?" The man burst out laughing. He closed his eyes and reached out to touch the wine gourd. He looked up and took a big gulp, and most of the wine spilled on him.
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"The beauty in purple clothes is famous all over the world, but it turns out that he is just a coward and incompetent person. It's a pity that your father and brother's blood was shed in vain, and they have betrayed the world's infamy until their death." Yu Xijiao said harshly, with a bit of ridicule on her face.
"Who...are you?" The man suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes as fierce as an evil ghost.
"The former Third Young Master An, the once handsome and handsome Third Young Master of Duke An Guo, has now fallen to this level. Isn't it just that he is incompetent and cowardly?"
Yu Xijiao looked at the man without a trace of evasion, and struck him mercilessly. The sarcasm in her eyes became more and more obvious.
The man stood up slowly, his eyes filled with murderous intent. He raised his hand, closed the door, and the room suddenly became dark.
"Mr. An, I am entrusted by the county king." Yu Xijiao took a step back and suppressed the excitement in her eyes.
"Lan Xuan?" The man stopped, his eyes a little more anxious, "Where is she?"
"She's dead!" Yu Xijiao said calmly, with a flash of dark red in her eyes.
"She's dead?" The man laughed, leaned back, and hit the wall hard. He raised his head and his tears mixed with stains flowed down. He murmured to himself, "What did I expect? It's so big."
The fire, such a big fire...how could you survive, how could it be possible!"
Although the last sentence was so soft that I could barely hear it, I could still feel his heartbreaking pain.
Yu Xijiao clenched her fists, pressed her sharp nails tightly against her palms, and pursed her lips hard: "Mr. An, you still have relatives here."
"Relatives? Who else? Who else?" An Qinghe's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.
The third princess of Duke Anguo's mansion, who was once as graceful as jade, was a literary and romantic man with a reputation for being beautiful in purple clothes because of his love for purple clothes. Now she is as decadent as a beggar.
"Mr. An, you still have a sister, a weak sister, and a sick nephew." Yu Xijiao said.
"Sister? Nephew?" An Qinghe repeated unconsciously, suddenly his eyes widened and he looked at Yu Xijiao in shock, his voice trembled unconsciously, "I...my sister is still alive."
Yu Xijiao nodded: "While alive, like the third young master, I also bear the pain of family destruction and death, and I feel so miserable that I don't want to live."
"I...my sister is okay?" An Qinghe's voice was high, and he looked at Yu Xijiao, eager to get the correct answer from her again.
He was afraid that this was a lie and that he was dreaming. In the past few days, he was in a state of drunkenness and dreaming, and sometimes he would see the family happily together in the past. At that time, his father, mother, eldest brother, second brother, and so on.
I have a sister, and we can be happy together.
"Third Young Master, Mrs. An of Zhengyuan Hou is still alive. It was the county prince who risked his life to save Mrs. An. When the fire broke out, the only one in the fire was the county prince." Yu Xijiao looked at An Qinghe,
Word by word.
He took out a package from his sleeve and handed it over.
An Qinghe subconsciously took the thing wrapped in the handkerchief and opened it. The first thing he saw was a seal. His private seal. The one that Lan Xuan wanted to take away. Although it was just a useless private seal, it was his.
The seal was carved by his own hands, and every line on it was processed by himself.
"When Mr. Lanxuan County asked you for this private seal, he jokingly said that if she comes to you in the future for something, she doesn't need to come over by herself. As long as she brings such a private seal to you, you will definitely
You will know." Yu Xijiao said slowly.
When they spoke at that time, the nephew and uncle were in An Qinghe's study, and there were no other outsiders. Although it was just a joke, only the two of them knew it.
"How...how did she die?" An Qinghe's hand clenched his private seal tightly and asked in a hoarse voice.
"Marquis Zhengyuan died in the plot of Yu Zhongyang's house. Crown Prince Xin Kangbo was secretly married to Yu Lanyan, but he wanted to take advantage of the connections in Duke Anguo's Mansion and Marquis Zhengyuan's Mansion to gain power. If the Lord of Lanxuan County had not set himself on fire,
, will also die in their plot, and if it comes to that point, it will not be just Lanxuan County Lord who will die."
Yu Xijiao spoke with the calmness of an outsider about the fact that she was murdered in her previous life, but there was a flash of bloodlust in her eyes.
"Yu Zhongyang, Chu Zihan!" An Qinghe gritted his teeth and slowly stood up straight. His eyes that were originally like stagnant water now became sharp and vicious, like a lone wolf.
"Third Young Master, you are the only one left in Anguo Palace. If you don't cheer up, the blood of everyone in Anguo Palace and Lanxuan County will be in vain."
Yu Xijiao raised her eyes and looked at An Qing and said, "Not only that, but Mrs. An and the Crown Prince may also have a hard time surviving. Those people will not let Madam An and the Crown Prince go."
"I will protect them." An Qinghe lifted up his messy dirty hair, revealing a handsome face, gritted his teeth hard, and sneered: "The blood of Duke An Guo and Lan Xuan will not be shed in vain.
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Seeing that her uncle had regained his former glory, Yu Xijiao nodded, pointed at the small bag in An Qinghe's hand and said: "There are some banknotes and an address in it. The address is where Mrs. An is hiding. You can go there by yourself."
Be careful when doing so.”
"How...how do you know I'm here?" An Qinghe held the small package tightly and focused his eyes on Yu Xijiao, "Who are you and why do you know I'm here?"
"I have seen the portrait that Mr. Lanxuan County painted for you. I accidentally saw someone who looked like you on the carriage that day. I made the carriage drive around in the alley, but couldn't find it. I came here on purpose today. If
God is merciful and will not destroy the whole family of the Duke's mansion."
After a pause, Yu Xi continued in a low voice, "I am the third girl from the Xuanping Hou Mansion. I wonder if the third young master knows that the county prince once rescued me in Jiangnan?"
She actually talked about this matter with her younger uncle in her previous life. Compared with the other two uncles, her younger uncle was only a few years older than Yu Lanxuan. When she was a child, her younger uncle took her to play, so she and her younger uncle became closer.
Get closer and be willing to talk to your uncle about any little things.
"Miss Yu San, thank you very much!" An Qing and Suspicion stood up straight and solemnly bowed their hands to Yu Xijiao as a gift.
"Let's go, take Mrs. An and leave the capital. As a plan, I believe that the third young master will be able to protect Mrs. An and Prince Zhengyuan in the future." Yu Xijiao knew that An Qinghe was already burning up again at this time.
Fighting spirit, it is not easy for everyone in An Guogong's mansion to be executed, but if my uncle is still in the capital, he may still die in the end.
Some people stay and some people leave.
She is the one who stayed, and her uncle is the one who left. Their purpose is the same. Blood debt and blood repayment are never just a word...
An Qinghe clenched the small handkerchief in his hand, turned around and strode out. Although he was full of alcohol, his steps were firm.
Looking at An Qinghe's leaving figure, Yu Xijiao couldn't hold back her tears any longer, and strings fell down her fair and tender cheeks. Her little uncle was still alive.
It’s great that my uncle is still alive!
God is indeed wise and did not end their family's life, but at least gave them a glimmer of hope.
Fortunately, she didn't see the wrong person that day. Fortunately, she came here again today and inspired her uncle's fighting spirit...
After calming down, she wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, and walked out happily.
In the yard, the middle-aged woman was busy hanging clothes and didn't pay attention to her side.
Yu Xijiao walked out of the yard lightly, and was about to go back when she suddenly saw someone coming from a distance. Like her, the door of each house was being pushed open, and she was about to come. After a moment of silence, Yu Xijiao
Xi Jiao turned around and walked away in the opposite direction from where she came...
His steps were hurried and he quickened his pace.
Hearing Yu Xijiao's footsteps, the people over there looked up in shock and saw Yu Xijiao's back. Their faces were overjoyed and they hurriedly avoided the corner, fearing that Yu Xijiao would notice, and then followed Yu Xijiao