I am Kangxi Bai Yueguang [Qing wear]

This small courtyard is separated from the neighbors.

There is about a courtyard of □□Shiping,? The sound insulation is good at night, and it is not easy to be heard if you cry a little loudly.

The woman looked horrified, her neck was lowered by the knife, she almost knelt down.

"The son of my family didn't find a wife either,?" A feeling of coldness appeared on her forehead, "Hero, are you afraid that you may have mistaken someone,? There is no daughter in my family."

"Since you don't want to eat a toast or a fine wine," Cao Yin said in a hoarse voice, sneered, "Okay, I'll chop off one of your fingers first,? Chop off one and ask once, and wait until you finish asking ten times and you still don't say anything. ? Before admitting it honestly, we started chopping toes,? Like chopping a chicken."

He leaned close to the woman's ear, and smiled lowly: "I have something to be patient."

"Think about it again,? You really don't have a daughter? Not now, have you ever had one? If so, where did your daughter go?"

The woman cried bitterly: "Strong man, strong man spare your life!"

"The slave family,? The slave family once had such a daughter! However, the slave family has not seen her for more than ten years."

"My master once had no money to bury him..."

This is actually connected with part of what Cao Yin knew.

He said "oh" in surprise: "Did you sell your daughter because you didn't have money for the burial? Then it's the right time. It's true that you and your daughter haven't seen each other for more than ten years, but..."

"But what!"

The woman was terrified, "The strong man spares his life!"

A strong man on the left and a hero on the right.

Begging for mercy is very neat and straightforward.

"Since it's your daughter... then it's your own flesh and blood?" Cao Yin sarcastically said, "Daughter of flesh and blood, you have the heart to sell your daughter? Just to bury your dead husband?"

"When a curtain is rolled up and thrown into a mass grave, no one will know."

Every word he said was like stepping on a woman's heart.

It seems to be back to the beginning.

vividly.

She sold her youngest daughter.

The eldest daughter is filial, and she said that she could only sell her to raise money, but she was crying and reluctant to part with her mother, without any complaints.

With grass planted on her head, she knelt beside her old father who had died.

There is also a young son who is less than three years old at home.

She coaxed her eldest daughter to have no regrets.

Sometimes I can't bear it at night, but it's another thought.

She has raised her eldest daughter for several years, and she and her husband-in-law have saved food and clothing. It would be good if she didn't starve to death outside. Now that her man is dead, she is sold to make use of the waste heat , It's not that she is changing her child to eat during a famine, and it's not just throwing her away as a oil bottle.

And if there is a good buyer.

She has no worries about food and clothing in her life, so she must be much more comfortable than the two of them.

What else is there to complain about?

Deep in the woman's heart, she knew it faintly.

If the eldest daughter is sold, and the eldest daughter is less than six years old, the buyer probably wants to buy it as a child bride, so that he will not have to work hard to find a daughter-in-law for himself in the future.

Or simply grab something to eat, and then sell it into a brothel.

She didn't care who the buyer was. What she cared about was how to keep herself and her youngest son alive and well.

So she washed her eldest daughter's face that hadn't been washed for several days.

The outline is a bit like a beauty's embryo, but it is so shriveled that it is difficult to describe it.

Several scrutinized and scrutinized, and even bargained with her for less.

Buy it for less.

Women don't like to drive prices down too low.

She didn't let go, only said that the cost of the burial was not enough.

Later, two or three waves of people came, and when they were about to buy the eldest daughter away, a little girl came running up and down.

"What are you doing?"

She is like a little fairy descending from the sky.

The pearls are round and jade-like, and the eyes are as clear as clear water.

There was curiosity and sympathy in his eyes.

A big brother who was watching the scene glanced at her, stroked his chin, and asked the woman: "Did you see that, you bid such a high price, and you are not as beautiful as this little girl. If you ask for a lower price, I will buy it!"

Only then did the little girl understand.

At the foot was the dead body of a man, and kneeling next to him was a thin, shriveled little girl.

The woman said with a sad face: "The slave man, the burial is more than this amount. It really can't be too low."

Another man said: "You tell that little girl to look up."

The woman pushed the eldest daughter with her hands, motioning for her to raise her face.

The eldest daughter was a little scared, and raised her eyes blankly.

Her black and white eyeballs are innocent and calm.

There is no flesh on his body, his face is dry, and his hair is withered and yellow. It can be seen that he has not been well maintained.

The man rubbed his chin and was about to grit his teeth and buy it when another woman in a flag dress came over.

She has a gentle temperament and broad eyes, she looks like a woman from a wealthy family.

"Ruirui, I told you not to run around."

"Er Niang... Er Niang," Tong Jiaxianrui held his mother's hand, "She is so pitiful."

The beautiful woman rubbed her head and said, "Then do you want her to stay?"

Tong Jiaxianrui frowned, and suddenly smelled a little strange smell in her nose. She subconsciously looked at the little girl who was less than six years old and not as big as her, hesitated for a moment and couldn't bear it.

"Ruirui, this is someone else's business, let's leave it alone, okay?"

Tong Jiaxianrui wanted to say something, but she seemed to be moved by the words. She looked at the little girl who didn't say a word seriously, and was pulled away by her mother.

Tong Jia Xianrui walked extremely slowly, obviously still hesitating.

The one who helped her make up her mind was the mother beside her.

Mrs. Hershey.

Hesheli ordered his followers, "Go and buy her."

The entourage nodded.

Alone, he squeezed between three or two men, took out the deed of sale and signed a note: "My wife bought your daughter, do you think this money is enough?"

He tossed the bag away.

The woman hurriedly held it up, and nodded vigorously like a chicken pecking at rice: "That's enough, enough, thank you ma'am, thank you ma'am!"

The entourage took the deed of sale, put off writing calligraphy and painting, and took the little girl away in front of everyone.

That is to say, from today onwards, this little girl has nothing to do with her mother.

As soon as the little girl was bought by the buyer, it was a little fortunate that it was bought by a woman after all.

Be kind.

After collecting the mat, she threw the silent man onto the mass grave.

Then he took his youngest son and had a hearty dinner.

In the past few years, there have been ups and downs, and I have never eaten good food, and I have never been truly full at that moment.

The family has changed from four mouths to two mouths, and the pressure of life has been greatly reduced.

Because of this, he got the woman's money and money, moved from a remote suburb to a small county town, rented a decent house, and raised his son.Simply put, my son is still doing well, and he goes to a rich family to do errands, and he still has two taels of silver a month.

Two taels of silver, for this small town a little far from the capital, it's not too bad to live.

It's just that this woman has been saving, waiting for her son to marry a wife and buy a good house before moving in.

So now I still live in this small yard with dozens of square meters.

These are very distant memories.

The woman almost didn't realize that her so-called eldest daughter, who spent years of money for free, was not her own daughter.

As far as she is concerned, her own flesh and blood are different.

At least it won't be so relentless.

"At that time, the slave family and the youngest son lived in such a difficult situation. The man died again. He really had to be buried. There was no good opportunity to make a fortune. This is the only way. You have never encountered that kind of life, a strong man, and you can't eat enough, have you? "

"That's deadly!"

She was not from this small county.

From Shanxi, she fled famine together with a man, and on the way she picked up a little girl who had been separated from her family.

The little girl was very hungry, and she plucked the roots of the tree to eat.

Fortunately, she was discovered by her man, so he reluctantly gave her some. The hard steamed buns on the way to escape from the famine saved her, and they brought her together to live in this small county for several years.

I don't know which family's daughter this is, and I've never heard anyone ask whose daughter is lost.

As soon as he was raised, he was raised until he was five years old.

The woman only told such a story of the past under the threat of Cao Yin in every possible way.

After finishing speaking, tears flowed down my face.

"The slave family knows that he is not a human being, not a mother material."

"But if the slave's daughter really comes back, it's impossible not to come see me!"

"Strong man, it really has nothing to do with the slave family! The slave family also worked hard to support her back then. Which adult do you think wanted my life because I didn't take good care of her and sold her to others... The slave family is also very Very sad."

She almost cried.

Cao Yin's eyelids twitched fiercely, and the knife went deeper: "Shut up, and cry again that I will kill you."

"Then do you know who bought your little daughter?!"

"I remember that little girl, her mother... Her mother seems to be called Ruirui..."

The woman grabbed his sleeve suddenly: "Strong man, I didn't hide anything about what I should say, I beg the strong man to spare my life! I have a son who didn't marry a wife, and I don't want to die..."

Cao Yin frowned, raised his knife and dropped it.

Knocked her out!

Taking advantage of the darkness, he came out of the courtyard.

Run to the small shop, lead the horse and set off back to the capital.

The clues he has learned now.

It was the little girl named Ruirui back then.

If Concubine Yu came from the Tong Mansion, the Emperor had a cousin relationship with the Tong Manor, and he knew the Tong Manor better than him.

And that little girl was said to be a little older than Concubine Yu.

I don't know which daughter of Tong's mansion actually showed kindness when she was young, so she bought the young Concubine Yu back.

As for whether the woman was telling the truth, under the threat of her life, the probability of wanting to tell lies was almost zero.

Clues layer upon layer.

Soon he rode a horse at night and ran back to the capital by dawn.

The gate of the capital opened.

He got off his horse and led the horse to a farm before entering Beijing on foot.

back to the palace.

The emperor was reviewing the memorials in the Qianqing Palace. Recently, the south has been somewhat uneasy and floods have flooded, so he continued to send people to rescue the disaster.

As for who is more suitable to send, he hasn't made up his mind yet.

Cao Yin, the imperial guard, entered the palace from the gate of Qianqing Palace after Liang Jiugong's report.

Kangxi raised his head and glanced at him lightly.

"Any other clues?"

This time Cao Yin went out to investigate Concubine Yu's life experience, and he went there for nearly a week.

After such a long time, if he could not give the emperor a good explanation, Cao Yin's trust would undoubtedly be greatly reduced by Kangxi.

Cao Yin knew very well this time, if he didn't deal with it properly, sooner or later he, the imperial bodyguard, would be replaced by someone else.

He raised his robe and knelt on half a knee, cupped his hands and said:

"If you go back to the emperor, the servant has gone to investigate this time and already has some clues."

"Concubine Yu's mother and her youngest son are still alive, but the slaves learned that she is indeed not Concubine Yu's biological mother."

"When I was six years old, I sold my daughter to be buried in my husband's house. At that time, I vaguely remember that the buyer was a lady with extraordinary temperament."

"—She has a daughter beside her, named Ruirui."

The author has something to say: The cuties over there in Henan must, must pay attention to safety! ! !