The black-bellied peasant girl is reborn, and her weird relatives are mad

The woman in red snorted coldly and raised her chin. Tang Rong ran up and proudly revealed her identity.

"This is Xu Wanhua, the second daughter of the Minister of Rites. Her eldest sister is the Princess of Prince Yi."

Jiang Muxia's eyes turned, it was her. She suddenly realized, no wonder it was for this.

Did she think Liu He fell in love with her? This was ridiculous. Liu He was old enough to be her father. Besides, they had only met once in the palace.

What nonsense is she talking about? No wonder Princess Gong Yanyi mocked her. Where did these words come from? It's crazy.

"Oh, so she is the Shangshu's daughter, so what?"

Xu Wanhua lowered her voice and said angrily, "So I warn you, you are not allowed to see my brother-in-law in the future. My brother-in-law has confined me for you, and he has not lifted the ban yet. You, a disgusting vixen, will not have a good end."

"It's not up to you to decide whether I have a good ending or not. Your family's affairs have nothing to do with me. I don't even remember what your brother-in-law looks like, and what your sister is like has nothing to do with me. You should ask your sister what good things she did to offend your brother-in-law, instead of accusing me, an outsider, of the crime here. It's so boring."

She found out the whole story and was speechless. These people were really ridiculous. They were angry with an imaginary enemy. They were just mentally ill.

As she was leaving with her people, Xu Wanhua grabbed her fox fur cloak from behind with such force that she staggered. Qingyun quickly reached out to support her.

"You haven't promised me yet, so you can't leave."

"Let go." This dress was given by the Empress Dowager during the New Year. She treasured it very much and didn't want it to be dirty by a scoundrel.

"If you promise, I'll let go."

Jiang Muxia became angry, reached out to grab her wrist, and pressed his thumb hard on her Shenmen acupoint.

"Ah..." Xu Wanhua loosened her fingers and screamed, "It hurts, it hurts..."

Jiang Muxia shook off her hand, looked at her with a stern gaze, and said seriously: "You should solve your own family affairs by yourselves. I am not a soft persimmon. Today is the last time. If there is a next time, be careful of your claws."

Xu Wanhua grabbed her wrist and rubbed it gently, her eyes still showing an unconvinced look as if she would not give up. Jiang Muxia ignored her and walked towards the wonton stall. After walking for so long, she was indeed hungry.

There were more and more people on the street. She looked up at the wonton stall and glanced at the crowd in front of her. A familiar figure was not far from her in the crowd. Although he was wearing Zen clothes, his figure and the way he walked were too similar to Yin Yusheng. Her heart tightened and she chased after him.

Unexpectedly, she had just taken two steps when Tang Rong and the girls blocked her way.

She had no intention of getting entangled with them, so she glanced coldly and said, "Qingyun."

Qingyun stepped forward and pushed the people aside, making way for her.

Jiang Muxia squeezed into the crowd and chased after the figure in front. Qinghong held her tightly with her left hand, and she took Qinghong's hand in her backhand, and the two of them were quickly submerged in the crowd.

Behind her back, unknown to her, Liu He watched Xu Wanhua making things difficult for Jiang Muxia. With a fierce look in his eyes, he turned around and walked in the opposite direction.

"Liu Xin, take two people to secretly protect the second lady of the Tang family."

He had already let it go, but these people instead went after someone who was completely unrelated. She was too comfortable sitting on the position of princess.

Liu He returned to the palace and called the housekeeper, "Take someone to take the princess to Da'an Temple. She is not allowed to leave the temple without my order."

"My Lord, now?"

Liu He glanced at her coldly, and the nanny shuddered and retreated.

He picked up the pen and scribbled on the paper in an annoyed mood. When he came to his senses, he found that the paper showed clear lines that were exactly the same as those on the scroll he burned.

He smiled bitterly, peeled off the paper, crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the brazier.

The paper was burned, but her appearance was already engraved in my heart.

Tang Zhongbai discovered that the person was missing, so he ran to the stall and asked the owner, only to find out that she had been pushed west by the crowd.

The three of them chased westward, and the boss behind them shouted, "Sir, where are the lanterns?"

"Give it to you."

The boss was so excited that he felt like he had found a lucky jackpot today. The cost of these lamps was only a dozen taels. Fortunately, the serious-looking girl secretly told him when she helped her pick up the silver, asking him to bid a high price.

Not only did he pick up more than three hundred taels for free, he could also set up a stall again and sell these lanterns.

Jiang Muxia chased for more than a mile, the crowd gradually dispersed, but the figure disappeared.

She was so anxious that she stood there in circles, asking passers-by, but no one knew.

He must have seen her, so why didn't he say hello to her?

"Mrs. Jiang, you guys are coming to the Lantern Festival too."

She turned around and saw Tang Yizhi sitting on Liu Qingyuan's shoulder, holding a rabbit lantern in his hand and chewing sesame candy. When he saw her, he called out affectionately, "Hello, Grandma Qi."

"Okay, Happy New Year." She responded casually.

"Miss Jiang, are you looking for someone? Did you get separated from Mr. Tang?"

"No, it's a young man in Zen robes, about the same height and build as you, a monk, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a steady and kind look. Have you seen him?" Jiang Muxia felt that he didn't explain clearly, so he gestured with his hands and feet, and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Don't worry, my lady. Let's look for it slowly and we will definitely find it." Qinghong was afraid that she would catch a cold, so she took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off her face.

Liu Qingyuan redrawn the appearance of the person she described in his mind. The clearer the appearance in his mind, the more he felt that the person she was looking for looked so much like Pochen.

"Is his name Pochen?" he asked tentatively.

"Yes." Jiang Muxia's eyes lit up and she asked, "Where have you seen him?"

"He is in Lingyun Temple on the top of Tianmu Mountain on the outskirts of the city. Last time he tricked me into going to the temple, and I managed to escape. Do you know him?"

"We grew up together and he helped me a lot. I just want to see if he is doing well."

"Oh, that's right."

"My dear, now that we know the exact address, we can go there directly some other day. You sit down and have a rest." Qinghong helped her sit at a roadside snack stall.

"it is good."

The stall was selling noodles with braised pork, and she ordered four bowls.

When Qingyun and Tang Zhongbai found her, the bowl in front of her was empty.

Tang Yizhi, who was too sleepy to open his eyes on Liu Qingyuan's back, said goodbye first. Tang Zhongbai looked gloomy and a little angry, "You are disobedient. As a punishment, you must come home with me now."

A figure at the corner of the street watched her leave quietly. Jiang Muxia seemed to sense something and turned around to look at him. He quickly hid in the shadows.

After the people walked away, the man put his hands together and said, "Amituofo, the situation is over, it's time for me to leave."

Po Chen walked slowly in the night, his steps brisk and calm, his face showing the enlightenment, compassion and calmness of seeing through everything.

There is hustle and bustle behind me, and peace and tranquility in front of me.