Prince Zhuang Fujin

Chapter 120 She sold herself to bury her father (2)
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In the afternoon, the three of Wan'er put on Han costumes and came to the outer city.

"This is so pretty." Meng Qi seldom goes out of the inner city, but she was able to come out today, running around like a little girl.

Wan'er and Dehui walked together, and Dehui looked at Wan'er's face with a smile on her face, as if she was not affected by the Fucha family.Dehui also laughed, she liked this Aunt Sixteen very much, and she didn't want her to be unhappy because of those dirty things.

"Why are you smirking all by yourself?" Wan'er didn't look at Dehui, but felt concern from her, so she asked with a smile.

Dehui shook her head and said with a smile, "It's nothing."

Wan'er glanced at her, smiled softly, touched her cheek, took De Hui's hand, and walked towards Meng Qi.

"If you like it, just buy it and play with it." Meng Qi held a small wooden toy in her hand, so she said with a smile, but Meng Qi shook her head in embarrassment, "No need, buy this and go home, my grandpa will laugh at you." mine."

Both Wan'er and Dehui were amused by her words, Wan'er shook her head helplessly, and continued to walk forward, only to find that the four intersections in front of her were full of people, Meng Qi wanted to go there curiously, and Tamu hurried up Open a passage ahead.

Suddenly being squeezed away, the onlookers showed no secrets, but after seeing the long sword in Tamu's hand, they shut their mouths and retreated a little.

Wan'er and the others had a place to watch. Among the crowd was a young girl in a white skirt, who was kneeling on the ground in sackcloth and weeping.There is a person lying behind him, covered with a tattered straw mat, and on a wooden board in front of him are written four beautiful cursive scripts: sell one's body to bury one's father!

Wan'er glanced at the dead man behind her, twitched her lips, and stood aside to watch the play.

"It's so pitiful, Aunt Sixteen, or we'll buy it for her!" Seeing this, Dehui felt sorry and wanted to pay, but Wan'er held her back.

"No, just look at it first, and besides, even if you want to give it, she doesn't have to." Wan'er said softly. If she read correctly, when the woman tilted her neck just now, she saw a tattoos.

Two years ago, she also rescued a Huijiang girl who no one wanted to save. She also had the same tattoo. Later, the girl woke up and told Wan'er that she was from the Setting Sun Department of Huijiang, and that she was someone from the Setting Sun Department. Daughters of noble families and women in their tribes will tattoo a Gesang flower on their necks as a mark.

But in recent years, Huijiang and the Qing Dynasty have not been very harmonious, and there was a fierce battle during the Yongzheng period.

That's why no one dared to rescue the girl when she fainted.

"But she is really pitiful. Isn't she going to sell herself to bury her father? If she buys it for someone else later, wouldn't that hurt her?" Meng Qi also asked curiously.

Wan'er smiled and said, "No, she is waiting for the target to appear."

Just as they were talking, several famous bustards from Bada Hutong arrived after hearing the news, and one of the pretty women waved a bright red silk handkerchief and said, "Look up, let me see!"

The woman didn't look up, she was still weeping softly.

"Hey, what's going on? Aren't you going to sell yourself to bury your father? Since you're going to sell it, who is it? If you want to be a bitch, don't put on airs!" The old bustard scolded with displeased eyes.

The sobbing girl suddenly raised her head, with big deep and beautiful eyes, gray-blue pupils, a high nose and small mouth, and an oval face.

"Hey, she looks pretty, but why don't I look like us Han or Manchurian?" The old bustard said with a frown after seeing the woman's face.

(End of this chapter)