Escape from the desert with aura: I am the only native in the whole family

Chapter 408 It's a fake to strangle my own child to death

Ah Jiu abruptly stopped wiping the table, looked at the figure in white walking away from the door: "Speak clearly."

Xue Zhen in the back garden stopped and looked sideways:

"This book has two sides. Miss Ning wrote a second book after Concubine Chang's death, but her whereabouts are unknown, and the only thing that is not mentioned in your book is what happened after Meng's family ransacked and beheaded. After having a family, the consequences will be disastrous, so Nine Girls think twice."

Ah Jiu didn't ask any more.

She understands that if she learns the strategies in the book and uses them, she will inevitably be found to implicate the orphans of the Meng family.

But this matter is easy to handle. Books are dead and people are alive. Can't Ah Jiu use them flexibly?Do you have to be stupid enough to follow the steps?

Thinking that the person living here is Ning Maid, who once escaped from the palace, how difficult it is for such a girl to escape from the palace with Concubine Chang's book.

Compared with being able to survive being a concubine, survival is naturally more important.

Ah Jiu put away her guilty conscience and wandered around the Baihua Pavilion.

He hurriedly turned around and hid the book alone, hoping that the orphan of the Meng family could spend his life in peace.

Jiu'er promised Xue Zhen to give him ginseng, and Ah Jiu got busy in the back garden after breakfast.

While waiting for the germination and maturity, Ah Jiu simply took out all the books on the bookshelf and spread them out to dry.

Although it is impossible for the weather to be dry and moldy, but after wiping it with water yesterday, Ah Jiu found that some of the pages of the book curled up after being dried naturally.

There are books in half the courtyard.

Huh?What is this book without a title?I didn't notice Ah Jiu when I wiped it last time.

I picked it up and looked at it. It was a thin thread-bound booklet that was not as thick as a cake.

Ah Jiu opened it curiously, the handwriting was not very pretty, and it didn't look like it was written by someone with great knowledge.

Fortunately, the words can be read.

Ah Jiu glanced at it and was surprised.

This should not be the postscript of the secret history of Concubine Chang, but the name of Concubine Chang was not mentioned from the beginning to the end of this book.

The stories that can be told are very similar.

It is roughly about a concubine who copied and beheaded all over the house, and "I" is also the author of this book.

It is said that she escaped from the palace with the little prince and the eldest son of Meng Lie. Because she had no other way out, she handed over the child to her parents before entering the palace. Later, in order to find a way to support the little prince, she voluntarily became a maid of the Gao family.

Because of her good looks and a lot of etiquette, she was regarded as a concubine by Mr. Gao, and since then she has been relying on the rich life of Gao's mansion to secretly support her parents and support her two infant babies.

Until sixteen years later, when the imperial court suddenly changed and a severe drought began, the people in the city were in dire straits. Gold, silver and jewelry became the cheapest things, but water was the most expensive.

At the end, something happened when the eldest son of Gaofu Changfang got married (the one that Ah Jiu knew), and at that time King Chujiang had sent troops south to attack Menghua City.

Gao Zhifu was a civil servant who was afraid that it would be difficult to decide who to be with the two princes, so as not to cause trouble, and fled overnight with his family and all valuables.

She was left alone in the Gao Mansion, and she planned to leave the Gao family and go back to her natal family to look for her two children. I don't know if the folk family members who encountered the severe drought have fled, and whether the children can still be found.

In the end, empress, if you can't find it, Ning'er will apologize with death.

Ah Jiu closed the thin thread-bound booklet, feeling sad.

It seems that the warm sun in winter is nothing more than that, but it is cold and windy.

I hope Ning girl can find those two children, maybe this is the orphan of the Meng family that Xue Zhen said.

It seems that at the beginning, Concubine Chang didn't really strangle her child to death, presumably it was just a cover-up.

No monarch would leave behind an orphan whose whole family had been wiped out by himself. If he were to be raised as a prince in the future, one day he would rebel with his troops and become a cancer in the emperor's heart that would explode at any time.

"Is this the way of the emperor?" Ah Jiu muttered thoughtfully.

Presumably due to severe drought and barrenness, Ah Jiu still felt that the way of the emperor was more terrifying.

Ah Jiu put this booklet in a box and buried it in the most inconspicuous corner of the back garden, letting this history go to sleep forever, and also hope that the two Meng family can live the lives of ordinary people in the future, and never get involved in court infighting again .

At the end of Concubine Chang's Secret History, Ah Jiu still remembered the sentence written.

Ah Jiu put away her mood and turned to dig ginseng, patted the sand on it and stuffed it into her bosom, the seeds would naturally be left behind.

"You are... Mrs. Tuoba?" There was a person not much taller than Ah Jiu standing at the arch.

Dressed in a battle armor waist with a long knife, the hair bun is casually coiled on the top of the head, and a copper hairpin is fixed to the hair crown, the eyes are full of embarrassment, there is a heroic look on the dirty face, and the neck is still A few delicate old wounds.

"You are?" As soon as Ah Jiu said the words, he suddenly remembered something: "Are you Hua Ling'er?"

The man was startled for a moment, as if he didn't expect the general's wife to remember her boudoir name.

"Come in quickly." Ah Jiu hurriedly pulled her into the house, generously took out the water bag and poured it into her wooden basin, and grabbed her hand and pressed it into the water.

Hua Ling was flattered and suddenly withdrew her hand.

(End of this chapter)