The real daughter's life was stolen, and she was reborn and became the best in the capital

"Ting'er, didn't you say that you encountered a lot of interesting things during this study tour?" Ye Xi winked at his son.

How could Ming Jingting not know that it was his mother who asked him to liven up the atmosphere.

He immediately agreed, and while thinking, he said, "It's an interesting thing."

"What's the fun?"

Ming Jin also asked in support.

This was the first time Ming Jin spoke in front of everyone, and his words were more attractive than Ming Jingting's. In an instant, many people looked towards Ming Jin.

Not to mention Ming Jingheng, Zhou Zhaoru, and Ming Rong, even Ming Jingrang who had not been seen for a long time, couldn't help but turn his eyes to Ming Jin.

But Ming Jin didn't look at anyone. He still looked at Ming Jingting, as if waiting for him to continue speaking with great interest.

Ming Jingting did have an interesting story. He smiled and said to everyone, "This time our teacher took us to Jizhou. On the way back, we passed by Yutian and heard a villager there say that something strange happened in their village recently."

Ming Jingting is good at controlling his tone.

This opening attracted everyone's attention. The youngest, Ming Jingxiao, blinked his eyes and asked anxiously, "Second brother, what's the matter?"

Ming Jingting kept the answer in suspense.

When everyone's eyes turned over, even Princess Fuhua put down her chopsticks curiously and looked at him.

He then continued in a pretentious tone, "The villagers said that there was a man in their village named Ding Er, who had just turned twenty this year."

"A while ago, Ding Er went up the mountain to collect firewood and accidentally fell down the mountain. After waking up, he actually said that he was not Ding Er."

Mingjin originally just wanted to join in the conversation with his second brother, to ease the atmosphere and make his grandmother happy.

Hearing these words, the hand holding the chopsticks paused for no reason.

But no one noticed her sudden change. Ming Jin soon returned to normal and continued to look at Ming Jingting calmly, waiting for him to continue.

"Brother, please stop keeping me in suspense. What do you mean he is not Ding Er? Could he become someone else?"

Mingrong also spoke.

Although Ming Sheng and Ming Jinghuai didn't say anything, both pairs of eyes were looking at Ming Jingting, and it was obvious that they were very interested in Ming Jingting's story.

Ming Jingting smiled and said, "We asked the same question back then, and I didn't expect that the villager actually nodded."

When the children heard him say this, they were shocked.

Even the older Ming Rong and Ming Sheng were so shocked that they covered their mouths, only revealing a pair of shocked and curious eyes as they looked at Ming Jingting.

Ye Xi was also attracted by his son's words. Seeing that he was still showing off, he said to him, "You like to show off. You don't even tell the whole story. You make the elders wait for you. You are so proud."

Ming Jingting coughed lightly, not daring to hold back any longer, and spoke to everyone obediently.

"The villagers said that after waking up, Ding Er said he was not from Yutian, but from Wangjiang, Anqing. His family was in business and he was a scholar. At first, people didn't believe him and thought Ding Er was possessed by evil spirits and was talking nonsense. They even invited someone who knew witchcraft to exorcise the evil spirit for him."

"But Ding Er was very persistent. He could not read a single word at first, but suddenly he could write and compose poems. People gradually began to believe him. Later, someone sent people to Anqing to inquire according to what he said. They really found the family according to what Ding Er said."

"Not long ago, a young master of that family died. He fell and drowned. It was exactly the name that Ding Er mentioned. His identity, age, and even the birthmark on his body all matched. Later, this family went to Yutian and took the orphan Ding Er back to Wangjiang."

After Ming Jingting finished speaking, he looked at the stunned expressions of the crowd, smiled and spread his hands: "That's what happened."

"really?"

"How is this possible?"

"Resurrection from the dead, resurrection through a corpse? I've only seen this in strange novels before."

There were people in the room, talking to each other. People of Ming Jingxiao's age could only shout with their eyes open.

"A gentleman does not speak of strange things, so don't talk nonsense."

Ye Xi frowned and looked at Ming Jingting. She had never expected that her unruly son could say such words.

Ming Jingting smiled and said, "I just heard it once. As for whether it is true or not, I have no way of knowing."

Ye Xi still wants to talk about him.

Princess Fuhua then spoke up: "It's not necessarily false. A few years ago, I was on Laojun Mountain, chatting with the Taoist priests in the Taoist temple, and I heard a lot of such things."

"Some people are born knowing how to read, and some can compose verses as soon as they speak."

"Some people suddenly have memories of the past awakened when they are a few years old, and some people feel familiar when they go to a place or see a person."

Princess Fuhua has seen a lot in Laojun Mountain over the years, so her vision is naturally beyond the reach of an ordinary old woman.

She continued her story, adding: "I think if this is true, it is a good thing."

"Resurrection from the dead can parasite the hearts of the living and soothe the pain of the living."

"In the future, both Ding Er and the original young master will be able to have their relatives accompany them again, and his relatives will not be obsessed with the pain of their loved ones' death."

When Princess Fuhua said this, she suddenly, for some reason, gently held Mingjin's hand under the table.

Mingjin was originally looking at her.

At this moment, I was even more stunned when my grandmother suddenly shook my hand.

But Princess Fuhua just looked at her, smiled and gently patted the back of her hand, then called everyone: "Okay, let's eat."

Because of these words, the atmosphere at the banquet became much better.

Ming Yuandu also personally led a group of people to give a toast and toast to Princess Fuhua.

Afterwards, the maids served the dishes and the masters ate, occasionally accompanied by some gossip, which made the atmosphere quite lively.

After three rounds of wine, the dishes were served halfway.

There were many people outside giving gifts. In addition to those families who were on good terms with the Ming family, Gu Changxuan, the future son-in-law of the Ming family, also sent mooncakes over.

Mingyao was very happy when she saw this scene.

Mingrong, on the other hand, had a jealous and unhappy look on her face. Seeing Mingyao happily taking care of the servants, she curled her lips in a sarcastic manner.

However, soon another happy event overshadowed the attention brought by Gu Changxuan's gift.

Emperor Zhenguang also specially sent some food to the palace.

During such festivals, Emperor Zhenguang would send food to his favorite ministers.

However, in the years since Princess Fuhua left, the Anyuan Marquisate did not have such a blessing. Today, they received a whole food box of dishes, and when they opened them layer by layer, they found that there were eight imperial meals.

The eunuch who came to deliver the dishes even smiled and said, "This year, even the Yuan family and the Zheng family only gave six dishes. This is the first time that His Majesty has rewarded so many dishes. Princess, you are really generous."

Princess Fuhua was also surprised, but she still had a smile on her face.

He thanked the eunuch who delivered the food, then led people to the courtyard, faced the direction of the imperial palace, and bowed several times.

Finally, he asked Ming Yuandu to send someone to make arrangements, and then led the Ming family back to the house.

The Holy Spirit’s reward is a symbol of glory.

Ming Yuandu had lost face because he did not enter the cabinet. He had been laughed at a lot in the past two days, but now he has earned his face back.

He was naturally happy.

"Put the dishes sent by His Majesty in the middle. This is His Majesty's gift. Everyone can take a few bites." Princess Fuhua ordered.

Aunt Cheng personally led people to serve the food.

The eight imperial meals are Dongpo tofu, golden chicken, spring orchid and autumn chrysanthemum, crab soup, chicken skewers, pork tripe and fake Jiangyao, Huai white fish cooked with wine, and steamed lamb in a bowl.

When the servants were serving food to their respective masters.

Ming Jin's expression was quite surprised. Why was this so similar to what she had eaten in the prince's mansion and the palace that day?

And they just happened to be the ones she liked.

Suddenly, a familiar figure flashed before her eyes, and an idea immediately emerged in her mind, but it only lasted for a moment before she suppressed it deep in her heart.

It was an accident.

how can that be possible?

She didn't think much about it and slowly started eating the food Chunyu handed to her.