After Uncle Rong left, several women walked out of the crowd in the dim night.
"Now that we have met, why don't you recognize me? It can save you a lot of trouble." asked the burly woman.
"She's afraid of being driven away by that uncle." The charming-faced woman laughed, causing the surrounding businessmen to look sideways, looking at her face with wolf-like eyes.
The burly female hero snorted softly when she saw this, and shook the short knife at her waist.
"We'll talk about it when we get back." Xiao Queer listened to some voices and frowned, pulling the two girls back.
The charming woman and the burly woman looked at each other and hummed at each other. They each looked at the crowd again, and then they followed Xiao Queer away from this place where fish and snakes were mixed.
When we arrived at the place where the girls stayed overnight, there were already hired waiters standing guard outside. Xiao Queer then said: "There are many spies in the caravan, either from the Jinyi Department or placed by others."
"What does it matter? Our identities are innocent. You are still the aunt of Ningguo Mansion. Who dares to be presumptuous." The charming woman joked.
Xiaoqueer was not to be outdone.
"Sister, have you forgotten that you took refuge with His Highness that day and were ambushed? Now that the First Prince has been imprisoned, maybe people from the Jinyi Division are looking for you."
"Officials are not stupid, so what's the use of going over old accounts from hundreds of years ago. Ever since your uncle arrested me, Miss Xianmei from Wanhualou died." It turns out that this charming woman is the Holy Spirit. Mrs. Bai Zun will teach Li Sanniang.
"I'm here to save you," the burly woman retorted.
Li Sanniang glared at the tall and thick female hero and said sarcastically: "It turns out that when you save people, you beat them half to death first, and then pretend to heal them."
"If it weren't for us, you would have fallen into the hands of those people."
"If it weren't for you, the Holy Cult's twenty years of operation in Ping'an Prefecture would not have failed."
"Stop arguing. Madam has gone to Black Mountain Village now, what's the use of talking about it anymore." Xiao Que'er stopped her.
"Of course you sided with Ning Guofu, even giving your body to him." Li Sanniang said with a hum, "It's no wonder you didn't bother to see him. I didn't expect that the holy Buddhist mother had not learned anything, but she was very good at drugging men. .”
Xiao Que'er used to have a sharp mouth, but when it came to this kind of words, she couldn't speak well anymore. Blushing, he defended Uncle Rong: "Sooner or later, there will be no peace in Ping'an Prefecture, and the governor of Ping'an Prefecture is not a trustworthy person."
"It's better than going to an extremely cold place where there are few people." Li Sanniang spat dissatisfiedly. "Whoever preaches is not going to a crowded place, but he sent his wife to Heishan Village. Originally, as long as the Jia family opened their mouth, they could win over Workers of the Jia family kiln factory. They partner with the Jia family to build kilns in every county and recruit disciples of the Holy Religion. Why worry that the Holy Religion is not strong? Why worry that great things will not be accomplished?"
Siluke
"The uncle has his own considerations."
After all, Li Sanniang still held unrealistic fantasies, thinking about the nonsense promise made by Uncle Rong. However, she forgot that no one would be willing to go to the mountains to kidnap bandits unless the life was unbearable. No one would be willing to drop everything and cry out for rebellion unless life was so miserable that they couldn't survive.
Even when recruiting disciples from the congregation, people will prioritize whether there are any benefits.
Those people are the most realistic, they will do well if there is any benefit, and they will run away when trouble comes.
Thousands of years of tradition.
People will follow whoever treats them well at the moment and gives more later on.
Let's talk about Uncle Rong returning to the camp.
I read the torn pages carefully again, and after reading them carefully, I pressed them on my chest, sat on the chair, closed my eyes and thought.
I also had a dream.
I dream that one day, everyone can stand up confidently, no matter who is standing opposite them, and no longer have to kneel down.
I dream that one day, both men and women can step out of the inner house, not be bound by family clan systems and etiquette, and enjoy the freedom that he and she should have.
I dream that one day there will be no more class distinctions and major social differences. Everyone has enough to eat.
………………
Is it an unrealistic fantasy?
Uncle Rong smiled bitterly.
There is a term in psychology called "escape psychology", which refers to the inability to think of solutions well and a passive avoidance attitude when encountering conflicts.
Sitting on the chair, Uncle Rong could finally feel the greatness of the sages from previous lives. Faced with such a difficult situation, he and they actually found a bright road.
And I can only be a coward who passively escapes.
You can only numb yourself by indulging in beauty and enjoying privileges, and at the same time hide the unpleasant and unfair things you often encounter or see that make you feel unhappy and unfair.
"Actually, I'm really not a scumbag."
"I have a kind heart and don't want to see others suffer."
A weak voice, a pale self-justification. Conflicting thoughts are entangled in the heart, refusing to give in to each other. The things I have encountered over the years flashed through my mind, and oppression was everywhere.
Qin Keqing who married into the Ning Mansion, the widowed Grandma Zhu Li Wan, Aunt Zhao who was often scolded... there were hundreds of slaves and bitches inside and outside the two mansions, as well as people from all levels of the Yan Dynasty, they were all suffering. all kinds of oppression.
Even Uncle Rong is the same.
That night, no one knew how he fell asleep, and no one knew when he got up.
"Men are generally subject to three systematic powers, namely: the national system of a country, a province, a county and even a township; the family system of ancestral halls, branch ancestral halls and even heads of households..."
"In addition to being dominated by the above three rights, women are also dominated by men (husband's power). These four powers - political power, clan power, divine power, and husband's power, represent the entire feudal patriarchal ideology and system and are the shackles... …”
"..."
Early in the morning.
Uncle Rong hid the thoughts in his mind deep in his heart, breathed a long sigh of relief, and walked out of the tent with tired eyes.
Seeing the light in the east, I feel the slightly cooler climate. It was as if my body felt lighter than it had ever felt before, just like when I woke up the next day after having sex with Keqing, Sister Feng and the others that night, I felt an indescribable sense of pleasure.
When the officials who arrived saw him, they also looked sideways.
"Bringing a bride makes you more energetic. After just one night, your temperament seems to have become sharper."
Uncle Rong didn't care about these flatteries and asked, "Why did you change into court clothes so early in the morning? Are you going to the eldest princess's residence to pay your respects?"
The flatterer paused and looked embarrassed. He whispered: "There is also a great national master at the foot of Daqing Mountain, who was once the teacher of today. The saint has a decree. Officials who marry him must pay homage to him when they arrive in Monan."
"Grand Master?" Uncle Rong's mind was suddenly confused by these words. He is a national master and an imperial master, shouldn't he be in Shenjing City?
How could it be at the foot of Daqing Mountain in Monan?
Another person said: "The wedding messenger quickly changed your court clothes, and also invited you to see the princess. He took the princess's letter to meet the Grand Master on her behalf."
National Division?
Seeing their ambiguous looks, Uncle Rong understood.
It turned out to be the Venerable Yellow Sect supported by Dayan in Monan, the most powerful god in Monan. Uncle Rong went back and changed into court clothes before going to the princess camp.
After hearing the report, the maid invited him directly into the camp.
"Brother-in-law is here." The princess in the early morning had already changed into palace clothes. When she saw Uncle Rong coming in, the hairpin on her head could not help but tremble impolitely. "Brother-in-law, you haven't had anything to eat early in the morning. I just brought glutinous rice and morning tea outside. I heard it has a unique Monan flavor. Brother-in-law and Hui'er will eat it at the same table."
To be honest, he was really hungry.
Especially when I smelled the fragrance of milk flowing out of the tent with the heat, my stomach couldn't help but growl.
Perhaps because of some experience he had yesterday, he no longer refused; or perhaps because of other reasons, he naturally sat cross-legged at the table.
"Several adults outside are waiting for me. They said they were going to see some imperial master and wanted me to come to His Highness to ask for a token."
The fourth princess walked over with a chuckle, her head swaying slightly. Her eyes seemed to be able to speak, "Father has specifically told Hui'er that she must meet Grand Master Zhang Jia when she arrives in Monan."
"Your Highness also wants to go there?"
"It's not that far. After crossing the Zhadagai River and walking a little further, we'll reach Zhangjia's garrison in Xi."
Uncle Rong didn't go out either. When he saw the princess, he sat down next to her. He asked in confusion: "Why does the Holy One insist on letting His Highness meet Monan's Imperial Master Zhang Jia?"
"There is no other reason." The fourth princess just sat down and approached Uncle Rong and whispered: "Brother-in-law, Hui'er dreamed of you last night. Brother-in-law was in Hui'er's dream, but he was even more brave yesterday."
Ahem... Uncle Rong froze, and the glutinous rice cake he was holding almost fell to the blanket.
Looking at the innocence and simplicity in this girl's eyes, it seemed as if what she just said was an extremely ordinary thing.
Uncle Rong laughed dryly and glanced at the maids and married eunuchs around him. The maid is nothing, she must be the princess, but the eunuch who is marrying is not necessarily so.
The fourth princess was very bold, her eyes curled up and she smiled. Hold your right hand in a half-grip shape in the air and shake it up and down a few times.
There was a burst of silver bell laughter.
"Ahem..." Uncle Rong coughed twice.
The fourth princess didn't care, and continued to talk about the previous topic: "Brother-in-law, is he swallowing? Take a sip of Monan's tea. This Monan's master is different from the other three. In the past, my father was still When I was in the dormitory, I worshiped Master Zhangjia as my teacher, and my father's title was given by Master Zhangjia."
"I see."
"It doesn't stop there. Monan has always been close to Dayan. Father is always thinking about the reincarnation of the Imperial Master in his previous life." The fourth princess smiled calmly and slowly moved her hand towards Uncle Rong. He added: "I once heard from my father that if it weren't for the support of the Great Imperial Master, my aunt's stay in Monan might not have been so smooth."
What a succubus.
Uncle Rong carefully restrained himself and looked warily at the internal prison guard who was waiting next to him. Seeing that the eunuch looked suspicious, Uncle Rong asked the princess, "Your Highness, did your hands feel cold when you got up early in the morning?"
The fourth princess showed off her delicate baby-like face and blinked her smart eyes. "It's indeed a little cold. Brother-in-law, please give me something to warm my hands."
Uncle Rong didn't dare to move and spoke words that only they could understand.
"..." Uncle Rong said to the eunuch: "My father-in-law, please hurry up and prepare a stove for Her Royal Highness. The morning in Monan is quite cold."
The eunuch remained motionless and just let the maid next to him take care of things. He replied in a hoarse voice: "Your Highness is of a noble body, so you cannot eat too much of these rough things. A small piece of glutinous rice is enough, a thumb-sized piece of pancake is enough, and there are enough spoons on the coffee table."
What the hell?
Uncle Rong raised his eyebrows. Look at what's in front of you. The pancake is not big, just a little bigger than your thumb. The pancake has already been cut into small pieces. In other words, the fourth princess only ate two thumb-sized pieces of pasta to satisfy her hunger the night before. There is also a half bowl of tea that can be held in the palm of your hand.
Shouldn't you starve to death on this day?
No wonder everyone in the royal family is thinner than the last.
Uncle Rong was very suspicious that some of the princes and princesses who died young were starved to death.
"Why are there so many rules?"
The eunuch replied: "These are the rules set by our ancestors, and the servants must guard them."
Uncle Rong rolled his eyes and asked, "Can I only eat so much?"
The eunuch said: "The bride-to-be has her own weight in how much she eats. According to the etiquette, it cannot exceed the princess's portion. However, since the princess gives food, the bride-to-be should eat as little as possible so as not to accumulate food and harm her body."
