Cui'er wielded a small hoe. The glass cup was so small that there was no need to dig a deep hole, so she buried it in it, covered it with soil, and piled up a small earth bag.
It took just over a quarter of an hour to bury it.
She knelt down and kowtowed three times.
"Sister Xiao, don't be sad. We all die. My mother said that the person who left first just went to the next reincarnation and will meet again in the next life."
Cui'er's voice is childish.
Ye Jinxiao opened his mouth slightly and remained silent for two or three seconds, "How old...are you this year?"
Cui'er lowered her head and pinched her fingers seriously, "Four and a half years old."
"Sister Xiao, in more than four months, Cui'er will be five years old!"
Her parents died, and all her relatives died. She became an orphan. If she were alone, she would not be able to survive. Even if she was older, she would not be able to escape the unfair fate of women in ancient times.
Ye Jinxiao knelt down, held her little hand, and said:
"I have contacted the private school in the past two days. Starting from tomorrow, you can go to school."
"First go to a private school for two years to learn the words and etiquette that you should learn. Then you can learn the crafts of eating, weaving, brewing, practicing medicine, or making tea or playing the piano. It depends on what you are interested in, then learn it. What."
Only by having a certain skill can you settle down and make a living.
When she grows up in the future, she will not be like thousands of women who live dependent on men.
Cui'er raised her head in surprise.
Can she go to school?
Going to a private school is a luxury for ordinary people, let alone learning survival skills. My mother said that when she grows up, she will be sent to the government to work as a maid. She never dreamed that she could go to school.
"Sister Xiao..."
Her eyes quickly turned red, and warm tears welled up. She immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed piously:
"Tui'er thanks sister Xiao. When Tui'er grows up, she will definitely repay you!"
There are some things that Ye Jinxiao can't tell her yet.
He rubbed her head and just sighed.
After a long time, he said: "It's getting late, let's go back first."
"Um!"
After Cui Er left, Ye Jinxiao was the only one left in the bamboo forest. Her slender body was slender and independent, and she broke a bamboo branch as long as an arm and swung it.
Snapped!
Uh-huh!
Her figure is slender and agile, but she lacks the ferocity to kill.
too weak.
Normally, she would just fight with Chu Yuci, but once she met a master, like what happened today, she only had one life and couldn't afford to play.
She wants to become stronger.
Train hard.
She cannot die.
She wanted to leave Prince Yu's Mansion, take rich property with her, be free and make up for the regrets of her previous life.
She really died in her last life...it was too undeserved.
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It was late at night and she was covered in hot sweat. Ye Jinxiao returned to the cold courtyard exhausted. After taking a bath, she fell into a deep sleep. With Ye Yi and a few people keeping watch, she dared to sleep more deeply at night.
The next day.
Cui Er went to private school.
Aunt Zhu brought all the news from the palace and wrote it down on paper.
Ye Jinxiao looked at the note.
"Princess Yu, how is the Supreme Emperor's health?" Aunt Zhu asked with concern.
In the past few days, Aunt Zhu returned to the palace every day to inform Ye Jinxiao about Emperor Wu De's condition.
"It seems that there is no serious problem anymore. In the past few years, perhaps because of the knot in my heart and occasional confusion, which led to heart infarction, I have been suffering from minor illnesses or serious illnesses from time to time, causing everyone to panic."
As old people get older, they will inevitably lose weight.
If someone can't figure it out, he will be so angry that he will go crazy. In serious cases, he will be so angry that he will die.
Emperor Wu De is a typical example.
Occasionally he can't think clearly, is not in a good mood, and is naturally in poor health, which will cause him to become 'critically ill' every now and then.
"The medicine I prescribe is to dredge the qi and blood and protect the heart. If you take one pill every day, your life will be safe. As for the heart knot, I can't help."
Ye Jinxiao folded the note and gave it back to Aunt Zhu.
Aunt Zhu sighed deeply.
The Supreme Emperor indeed has something on his mind that he may not be able to resolve in this life...
"Princess Yu, the Emperor asked you this morning, when will you go to the palace to see him?"
this?
Why did you ask her to enter the palace?
She asked tentatively: "Do you have anything to do with me?"
Aunt Zhu couldn't handle this question.
Can't you find her if nothing happens?
How many people want to curry favor with Emperor Wu De, by being flattering, flattering, or flattering, but Emperor Wu De has known countless people in his life, experienced ups and downs, and has long seen through human nature, and is disgusted by these falsehoods and subterfuges.
This was the only time in recent years that Emperor Wu De wanted to see someone by name.
But Princess Yu seems to be declining?
"It seems... nothing happened."
"If nothing happens, I won't go."
Aunt Zhu: "..."
Why is Princess Yu different from others?
She couldn't even handle the errands ordered by the Supreme Emperor, so the Supreme Emperor wouldn't punish her...
Ye Jinxiao changed some clothes and got ready to go out.
She trained herself in the bamboo forest last night and found that in this place where ancient martial arts are rampant, cold weapons are the mainstream weapons. She had to prepare a handy weapon for herself to increase the chance of saving her life.
When she walked to the main entrance, she saw Feng Xing, dressed in black, holding a sword and walking towards her coldly.
She thought she would pass by, but Feng Xing stood firmly in front of her.
"Is something wrong?"
Feng Xing looked at her coldly, "You want to leave the house?"
"My master has ordered me to protect you."
The tone is light and the posture is not disrespectful.
He heard that the princess was assassinated yesterday, so the master sent him to protect the princess today.
I really don’t know what the master is thinking.
The princess was killed outside the palace. She could not only get rid of this trouble, but also remove the responsibility of Prince Yu's palace. Isn't it killing two birds with one stone?
Feng Xing has never liked her, and Ye Jinxiao knows this.
"You don't have to follow me, I don't need it." She refused directly. "If the prince asks, just say it was my wish."
Feng Xing said with a cold face, "This is what you said. If you are assassinated again and you die or are injured, don't make trouble in front of the master."
Ye Jinxiao sneered: "The heart of a villain."
After saying these four words, I immediately walked out of the house.
Feng Xing looked at her back coldly.
Who wants to follow her?
Overkill.
snort!
Hold the sword and leave.
The street was bustling with people coming and going.
Ye Jinxiao found a blacksmith's shop. The blacksmith was shirtless and bare-chested. He was holding a big hammer and forging weapons beside the red-hot iron furnace. On the shelves in the shop, there were many already made items. A good cold weapon.
"What do you want to buy, Miss? Just take a look." The blacksmith wiped the towel on his neck, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and continued to forge.
Bang!
Bang!
Ye Jinxiao spun around.
A dagger is too light; a sword is too cumbersome to pick up; a thin soft sword that she has no inner strength to use; a scimitar, a short spear, a bow...
Nothing is easy to come by.
I changed to a store that specialized in selling weapons and searched around, but still couldn't find anything I was satisfied with.
I visited five stores in a row but couldn't buy a suitable weapon.
When I came out of the sixth store, I stepped down the steps and was about to go to the next store, when a broken bowl suddenly stretched out in front of me:
"Give me some...kind lady, please give me some..."
He is an old beggar.
The old beggar had gray hair, leaning on a cane, and wearing tattered and patched clothes. He was holding a broken bowl, his arms were trembling, and he looked at her pitifully and pleadingly.
