[Rebirth] The little mute of the prince's family

It's cool at night, and there are few shadows outside the window.

The young man sitting alone on the bed stared at his wrist in a daze.

The bell that the prince gave him was left in the Tingfeng Pavilion. I don't know if the prince will keep it for him or throw it away without any regrets.

Perhaps, the prince didn't find the string of bells at all, he didn't care about the string of bells sent out, and he didn't care about him who suddenly disappeared.

What I like most is the red thread connecting the bells. The storyteller said that the red thread is the marriage thread, but his red thread is broken.

Thinking of it this way, tears unknowingly moistened the eyes.

Although the love for Wang An is deep, now it can only be remembered.

Before the concubine fell into the water, King An treated Yunle well, though not very well.

After all, Yun Le loves him too much, and he remembers better than bad.

If King An hadn't brought him out of Xiaoge, his situation might not be better than it is now.

Before he was sold into Xiaoge, he lived with his grandfather in Lijiagou outside the capital. There were uncle, aunt and their beloved son Goudan at home.

One day, he and his grandfather went to the mountain to cut wood. The mountain road was rugged. Grandpa felt sorry for Yunle's thinness when he was getting old, so he carried more bundles of firewood. Grandpa refused to exchange it with him.

As he was walking, Grandpa was exhausted. In order not to worry him, he pretended to be fine, but accidentally fell down and broke his leg.

A hundred days of injury, let alone an old man who is over fifty years old.

There are only two villagers in the village who know a little about medical skills, and there are no good doctors with superb medical skills.

They just gave Grandpa a simple fix, without even prescribing any medicine.

Afterwards, grandpa has been lying on the bed, and Yunle takes care of him carefully in front of the bed every day.

A month later, when his uncle and aunt came back from the market in town, the aunt mysteriously pulled him aside and told him that his grandfather's leg could be healed, but the family didn't have that spare money.

"You go to the restaurant in the town to serve dishes. I heard that you can earn a lot of silver taels! If you make money, you can treat grandpa's illness."

Yun Le nodded excitedly and agreed, as long as he can treat his grandfather, he can do anything.

Seeing his aunt smiling at him for the first time, Yun Le also laughed together without thinking.

As Yunle grew up day by day, his appearance became more and more beautiful. Compared with other people in the village, he seemed to stand out from the crowd, extraordinary and refined.

The way the dead ghost at home looked at him changed, these women all saw it and hated him in their hearts.

This time, finally, he can get rid of the little bitch Yun Le and make a fortune.

At the beginning, the dead ghost gave the woman a bunch of reasons in a grand manner, saying that it was not kind to do so.

In the end, when I heard the amount of money, I was so excited that I didn't sleep all night.

Yun Le was fooled by the two of them and brought to Xiaoge.

When signing the deed of sale, Yun Le was a little hesitant.

Although he cannot speak, he can read and write!

It said "Sell and Xiaoge as a Xiaowan", he didn't know what Xiaowan meant, but he knew what "sell" meant.

If he signs it, it will be equivalent to a commodity in the future.

Seeing that Yun Le didn't look like a fool, the woman probably knew their intentions, so she used her final trump card.

"Is it so easy for your grandfather to raise you? If it weren't for you, would my father-in-law have broken his leg?"

Auntie's words hit Yunle's pain point. If only he had insisted on carrying more firewood at that time, grandpa would not have been injured.

Yun Le reached out and tapped lightly on the red ink pad, and the fingertips were dyed bright red by the dye in the plate, as if dripping blood.

The outstretched hand trembled involuntarily.

Closing his eyes, he pressed his fingertips heavily on the contract of sale.