The hand looked a little dark, and it looked like it had been working hard all year round.
Open your palms slowly.
In the palm of his hand was a broken piece of silver.
Zhao Bao and everyone else were stunned and looked over.
It was an old man who looked to be nearly seventy years old. He was holding a haystack in his hand that looked like it was used to sell candied haws. Next to the old man was a middle-aged man with gauze wrapped around his arm. The two of them had different faces.
They are somewhat similar, they look like they are father and son.
The woman seemed a little stunned by the broken silver handed over by the old man, and slowly raised her head and looked over.
Because the woman had her head lowered all the time, everyone could not see the woman's appearance clearly. They only felt that the woman was thin and looked really pitiful.
Now that I could see the woman's face clearly, I was so frightened that I took several steps back.
I saw that the woman's face was covered with scars, several of which looked like they were scratched with a knife, while some of the remaining wounds looked more like scratches from branches, looking very hideous and terrifying.
And because he suddenly raised his head, the image was even more impactful.
Even Zhao Bao was startled. He subconsciously thought of Grandma Cui fished out of the well and had goosebumps all over his body.
The woman looked at the old man.
A trace of surprise flashed through the old man's cloudy eyes, but he was not afraid. Instead, he presented the broken silver in his hand to the woman.
"My child, I don't know what you have been through, but I believe you will be able to find the person you are looking for."
Because I have been caught in the rain, I also want to hold an umbrella for others.
Li Jianren once met a noble man when he was at his lowest point. The ingot of silver was almost used up, and only this was left.
When he saw the woman, Li Jianren didn't want to think of her in such a bad way, but it turned out that something bad seemed to have happened to the child.
His son's illness does not require medical expenses, and his wife's illness has improved significantly. Without this scrap of money, he can sell more bunches of candied haws.
Li Jianren thought that the child in front of him should need this piece of silver more than he did.
The woman's eyes flashed with tears, sliding down her scarred cheeks, her lips trembling in disbelief, "Thank you! Thank you!"
The woman's voice was very hoarse, and even sounded a little unpleasant, not at all like the softness of an ordinary woman.
"Uncle, please wait, I will write you an IOU, and I will definitely return it to you."
The woman stood up, but seemed to be unstable because she hadn't eaten for a long time, and fell back to the ground.
"careful."
Li Shuxin, whose arm was wrapped with gauze, subconsciously touched it.
Only then did the woman's head hit the ground.
"Thank you." The woman took advantage of this force and stood up.
Li Shuxin took back his hand, scratched the back of his head and said, "It's okay, don't write an IOU, this money was also given to us by a kind person.
You haven’t eaten for a long time, right?”
Li Shuxin took out a candied haws from the back of the haystack and handed it to the woman, "Eat a little sugar, you will feel better."
The woman was stunned and subconsciously took it.
Li Shuxin was not very good at communicating with women. Seeing the woman's stunned look, he didn't know what to say. He supported Li Jianren and said, "Dad, let's go back first. Mom is still waiting for us to go back and make medicine."
Li Jianren nodded.
When the woman came to her senses, Li Jianren and his son were nowhere to be seen.
Seeing that there was no more excitement to watch, the crowd of onlookers dispersed one after another.
However, Zhao Bao subconsciously glanced at the portrait, which was almost indistinguishable from a human figure, and frowned subconsciously. For some reason, he always felt that it looked familiar.
After looking at it for a few more times, he couldn't remember it. Zhao Bao didn't want to stay here any longer to avoid getting into trouble, so he left quickly.
When the woman saw that the crowd had dispersed, she glanced at the candied haws in her hand and subconsciously squeezed it tightly. She did not open it to eat. Instead, she waited for a while, supported the wall and slowly stood up. She packed her things with her heavy body, without destination.
Go forward.
The woman was in ragged clothes and the wounds on her face were so horrific that everyone on the street avoided her.
Huh...huh...huh...
Deng Yun didn't know how long she had been walking, but she felt as if there were big rocks tied to her feet. Every step she took required almost all her strength.
She saw the smoke and smelled the aroma of the food.
The scenery in front of her became increasingly blurry. Was she... going to die?
Just when Deng Yun stumbled to the door of a house, he finally couldn't hold on anymore, his vision went dark, and he fainted.
Not long after, a woman wearing an apron came out of the house, wiping her hands.
The door was half-covered, and Deng Yun could be vaguely seen lying at the door.
The woman was stunned for a moment, and just when she didn't know what to do, she heard a man's voice coming from the house.
"What happened to Yunyi? Did the chicken fly out again?"
Yun Yi thought for a while, then opened the door and shouted into the room:
"Er Zi! Come out quickly!"
**
Qingliang Temple.
The sun had just set now, and the warm orange sun reflected half of the sky red, dyeing the clouds a brilliant purple.
The breeze blows slowly, the leaves rustle, and the bells ring melodiously.
Peaceful and remote.
At this time, an armored attendant hurriedly walked on the stone steps, crossed the high temple threshold, and walked straight to a certain Zen room.
In the Zen room at the end of the corridor.
A wisp of incense curled up from the incense burner.
Ming Jing, who was wearing a cassock, was sitting on a futon, and opposite him were two women.
One of the women, about forty years old, clasped her hands together and recited Buddhist scriptures silently, while the woman next to her was slightly younger, kneeling on a futon, twisting her body from time to time, as if she had fleas.
of.
The guard stopped in front of the door, "The Queen Mother, the eldest princess."
The three of them opened their eyes at the same time.
Su Bihua rubbed her aching legs, looked at the expressions of the Queen Mother and Mingjing, and saw that neither of them noticed that she was fishing, she quietly breathed a sigh of relief and asked in a loud voice: "What's wrong?"
"Back to the eldest princess, there is an urgent letter from the palace. Please read it personally!"
"Hui'er?"
Su Bihua frowned and stood up immediately. She knew her son's temperament. He would never write to her unless necessary. After all, he didn't even want to hold a pen on weekdays.
Open the door.
The guard presented the letter.
Su Bihua took it and looked at the word "dog crawling" on the envelope. Well, it was indeed her stupid big boy.
Opening the envelope, there wasn't much in the letter. Su Bihua took a quick glance and knew the outline of the matter, and her brows furrowed even more tightly.
"Birou, what's wrong with Hui'er?"
The Queen Mother's gentle voice came from behind.
Su Bihua handed the letter over, her face a little ugly.
His grandma, you Song Yi, you dare to plot against her son. If she doesn't show off her power, do you really think she is a sick cat?
Su Bihua turned to look at the Queen Mother with a solemn expression.
"Mother, my sons and ministers must return to the palace first."