Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 334 I don't know the name, why do I still have to worship

Zhao Mansion in the west of Chang'an City.

"Zhao Wujiang, Zhao Wujiang, Zhao Wujiang"

Wang Yanning dipped in water on the wooden table and kept writing Zhao Wujiang's name. She just felt that Zhao Wujiang's figure in her mind was fading away.

Wang Xi was in a hurry. She was washing clothes just now, when a sudden palpitation swept her mind, and she hurriedly ran into the house.

When she ran to Wang Yanning's side, Wang Yanning's eyes were red, and she stared blankly at the table, which was covered with water stains.

"Wow", Wang Yanning burst into tears, she hugged Wang Xi tightly, she sobbed in the rain:

"Xi'er, I forgot."

Wang Xi burst into tears and didn't answer in silence, but her mind had already collapsed.

National Supervisor.

"Hey, Miaomiao, where are you going?" The old Jijiu Zhang Tuizhi chased Miaomiao, ran through the palaces and pavilions, and ran outside the Imperial Prison.

The child in front of him suddenly froze in place, slowly squatted down, and cried loudly, like a little beggar who was abandoned and wandered alone in the world.

Zhang Tuizhi sighed, he didn't know what happened, and he didn't realize that all the information about Zhao Wujiang disappeared from his mind. He didn't blame Miaomiao for running out of class, but walked towards Miaomiao with pity.

"Master, Miaomiao is afraid."

Xiao Miaomiao suddenly cried out, stood up, her small body was fluttering in the wind, she ran towards Chang'an Avenue, and then she didn't know where to go.

"Master?" Jijiu Zhang Tuizhi sensed something was wrong. Who is Miaomiao's master?No, Miaomiao is a child, how did she enter the Imperial College?
He was worried and wanted to chase, but his old body had exhausted his strength in the chase just now, and he was powerless to chase Xiao Miaomiao back.

"Alas." A sigh came from the front of the Imperial Academy's main hall.

But today's Datang has more than one sigh.

Time flies, day by day.

Datang did not make waves, and there are no BUGs in history, because it has gone through a long period of time and has already learned to justify itself.

No one remembers Zhao Wujiang, he passed away quietly like a green ant wine stain dripping from a red clay stove.

Wu Meiniang's abdomen became more and more swollen, and the courtiers congratulated the late emperor's posthumous child on the imminent birth, but she became more and more silent, surrounded by countless imperial physicians, who often took care of her, just like in the beginning, the eunuchs in the palace ran anxiously.

But no one broke in quietly again, and no skilled doctor relieved her depression.

Wang Yanning and Wang Xi also returned to the Wang family. Silence is their language, and the sense of detachment and loss surrounds the sisters all the time.

From Chang'an, across thousands of rivers and mountains, a little beggar walked out, just like the first follower, she walked the long distance with bare feet, and returned to Lingnan.

She was covered in mud and rags, her little feet were rotten by the winter snow, and the skin on her immature face was chapped. Whenever she met anyone, she raised her head and asked timidly:
"Do you know where Miaomiao's master is?"

But when people asked who her master was, this homeless child always buried her head and stared at her little feet, with tears dripping down her eyes, no matter how ugly she was.

Autumn goes and winter comes, the second year of Xianqing, great cold, and the eve of New Year's Eve.

Jiannan Road, Yucheng, Zhaojiacun.

On the hill, Zhao Shou was smoking dry tobacco in front of his elder brother Zhao Changyuan's tomb, his eyes were far away, his hair had been dyed white by the heavy snow.

"Zhao Shou, come to worship your elder brother's family of three again?"

A villager went to the field with a hoe on his shoulders. The winter snow was too heavy, so he had to go to the field to see the seeds he had removed.

"Yes, tomorrow is New Year's Eve. An old friend came to pick me up to Longyou Road to celebrate the new year. Thinking that there was no one to worship on the first day of the lunar new year, I came here to offer a few sticks of incense in advance."

Zhao Wujiang knocked on the cigarette pouch on his cloth shoes, he coughed violently a few times, feeling his body was getting older, and this winter was unusually cold.

"It's a good thing, you've been in this village for too long.

Anyway, you come here every now and then, I really don't understand, they have been dead for so many years, why should you dwell on the past. "

Zhao Shou shook his head, the wrinkles on his face were deep:

"They're not dead."

"Have you had a big drink?" The villager asked with a smile.

"As long as I can remember, they won't die." Zhao Shoulang said, he stood up slowly, picked up the moon hoe on the side, and put it on his shoulder, with a cigarette stick in his mouth, he turned to look at his brother again The tombstone of a family of three sighed:
"Let's go, I'm going to visit the fields too."

The villagers laughed, shook their heads and said:

"You must be drinking again and talking nonsense."

"Mother, who is he?"

Lingnan Road, a small village, a family.

The child who had just entered the private school pointed to a faceless wooden sculpture in the hall and spoke. He had a tiger head and a tiger head, and he was worshiping the family god with his parents.

The woman just put down a bowl of white meat in front of the wood carving, begging for the prosperity of people and animals, when she saw the child's disrespectful gesture, she slapped the child's hand with a straight face:

"It's disrespectful to point at the gods and talk like that."

"Oh." The child withdrew his hand in grievance, the back of his hand was red, he kept rubbing, pouted and said innocently:

"But why don't gods have eyes and noses? The land fathers have them."

After kowtowing, the father of the child beside him kindly picked up his son and explained patiently:
"Not all gods have the same appearance, gods have thousands of faces.

And this statue is a god whose name is unknown. "

"I don't know the name, why do I still have to worship?" the child asked puzzled.

"Because He has saved countless women and children in Lingnan Road, and saved many children." The man looked kindly and patted his son's tiger-headed head:
"Although we don't remember His appearance or His name, we all remember Him."

The child seemed to understand but half understood, feeling that what his father said was so complicated that he remembered it despite not remembering it.

There was a loud scolding sound from outside the courtyard. The man frowned and walked out with his son in his arms. After the woman respected and worshiped the statue, she went back to work in the kitchen. There will be guests at home tomorrow, so she has to make preparations earlier.

The man pushed open the courtyard door, and there was a row of small footprints covered in white snow.

He followed the footprints and saw a girl in ragged clothes, wearing tattered shoes, her thumbs were exposed, her small body was shivering in the freezing cold.

The carpenter next door was scolding the girl, and the man walked away with his son in his arms.

As it got closer, I learned from the carpenter that the girl stole the faceless statue he had just carved.

Feeling compassionate, the man put down his son, squatted down, and said to his son:

"Call your mother, bring some old clothes of yours."

The boy with a thick head and a thick head quickly ran away, and the man asked again: "Bring some more steamed buns."

"Got it, dad." The boy ran fast.

The man supported the girl, and then he looked at it carefully.

His face was covered with dirt and his braids were messy, and he was looking at him timidly.

He noticed that the girl was holding an unpainted statue tightly in her arms, and she refused to let go no matter how ugly the carpenter's face was.

He asked softly:
"Why are you taking the idol? What about your family?"

The girl pursed her mouth, hugged the statue in her arms tightly with both hands, her eyes were filled with water vapor, tears seemed to drip down the world in the next moment, and she cried:

"This is the master."

(End of this chapter)