Story of Yanxi Palace: I will protect the pure white moonlight!

"Yingluo, please tell aunt what happened to you recently. There are many bad people in this world, we can't just believe what people tell you." Hu Xi'er hugged Wei Yingluo distressedly. arms.

Wei Yingluo felt that Aunt Hu had misunderstood a lot, and her stomach grunted at the right time. She raised her innocent face, "Aunt Hu, can we open up and talk while eating?"

To really explain her adventures during this period, it would be clear in a few words.

Moreover, the crispy meat is too fragrant.She is starving.

"Little greedy cat, wait for me to make mapo tofu and edamame fried pork, and we will have dinner right away. How does your lifesaver drink?"

Aunt Hu blinked at Wei Yingluo and asked in a low voice.

Her medicinal wine has strong stamina, and ordinary people pour it with chopsticks.It is her daily preparation, ready to deal with blackmail or crisis by the little bastard.

The man outside, although he looks like an honest baby, has a mighty and majestic figure.Maybe he's a bad guy who knows people and faces but doesn't know his heart.

She wanted to put the man down first while Yingluo was still by her side, and after confirming that Yingluo had not been coerced, she would see if she wanted to send him to the government.

"...Aunt Hu, don't think too much. If he gets drunk, he will delay my work." Wei Yingluo rubbed her brows helplessly and explained with a wry smile.

She knew that if she didn't make it clear, Aunt Hu would definitely panic and guess again, so she simply explained the serious relationship here.

"He was sent by my master to protect me."

"You really worshiped a monk as your master?"

"Well. My master, you have heard of it too."

"Which one?" Hu Xi'er searched in her mind. Her ancestors were all Taoist, and she knew little about Buddhist monks.The only one who can really let her know is that one.

With horror in her eyes, Hu Xi'er was stunned, "Yingluo, could it be the holy monk Faci?"

"Well," her master was indeed a monk with a strong sense of presence in the Qing Dynasty.Wei Yingluo didn't know whether to yell or cry.Fried crispy meat and so on must not be touched for many years.

"Didn't he never accept disciples from secular schools? Besides, you are still a girl." The Buddhist sect is pure, although there are female believers, but it has never been heard that it can accept female apprentices.

Hu Xi'er suspected that the innocent little Yingluo was premeditatedly targeted by a group of scammers.

But what are those guys planning?

She touched the shiny black hair on Yingluo's head suspiciously, "Yingluo, listen to Auntie, it sounds unreliable to be a monk and apprentice. After you finish your meal, Auntie will send you back. You and your sister It's better than anything else to learn some female red embroidery."

Wei Yingluo's elder sister, Wei Yingning, is blessed, good-looking and virtuous, with a few hands of embroidery skills, which makes this alley famous for its beauty.Let Yingning take Yingluo with her, and Yingluo will definitely find a good husband's family in the future.

"No, I don't want to learn embroidery." Wei Yingluo resisted, "Even if embroidery is the best in the world, I still have to live under the judgment of men, and I will not be free for the rest of my life. Why should a woman be virtuous and virtuous?"

"Yingluo, you—" Hu Xi'er's lips moved, and she quickly covered Wei Yingluo's mouth.

She couldn't imagine that such outrageous words were spoken by an eight-year-old girl.

Wei Yingluo pushed away the hand that was on her mouth, and said seriously: "Aunt Hu, although Yingluo likes you, I don't want to have any unpleasantness with you. You told Yingluo that only if you really like something, can you put it to good use." Do it well. Yingluo will tell you now that I hate embroidery. I just learned it so that my father can see my efforts and like me as much as my sister. But now, I don’t think it’s necessary. He and many people, They are not worthy of my sister and I liking."

"Yingluo!" Hu Xi'er shook her head, feeling distressed: "Auntie knows that you have been wronged in the Wei family, but that person is your father. Don't say such hurtful words."

"...My father is going to send my sister to the palace as a servant." Wei Yingluo closed her eyes, and a stern look flashed in her eyes, "He doesn't know at all

Pamper my sister, only know the interests of the family. "

"This..." Hu Xi'er's eyes were red, and she said in a low voice, "Damn Wei Qingtai, it's not like the family can't afford a daughter, so why send Yingning to the man-eating deep palace?"

When she was young, because her family was poor, her two younger brothers had no money to start a family, so her parents dragged her acquaintances into the palace to work as maids for several years.

During that period of time, she knelt down to people every day and her knees became red and swollen, and she was still in danger. She didn't know which sentence she would offend people and lose her head.

The money is saved every month, and someone sends it home so that the eldest and second brothers can have money to marry a wife.

But the grievance can only be suffered by herself.

She was finally released from the palace in her twenties, and she passed a good age for marriage.She didn't want to marry either, but her parents saw that Qian's eyes were open again, and they carried her behind her back.

She promised a butcher.And in order for her to consummate the marriage with that butcher, he gave her sweat medicine.

If it weren't for her little sister, Wei Yingluo's mother, who rescued her and let her leave that sad place, and gave her money to escape, she would not have met someone she really loved on the way to escape.

The two returned to Beijing hand in hand, and faced the butcher and her disgusting parents...

Thoughts were remote, Wei Yingning's fate overlapped with her own, Hu Xi'er felt sour and astringent.

As an elder, if she can't protect her friend's sons and daughters, what's the point of her being alive.

Just do it, Hu Xi'er picked up the kitchen knife on the chopping board, and said fiercely: "Is your father at home today? Auntie will find justice for you."