Willing To Be a Minister For the Princess Dress

She knew that when the court exiled prisoners, there was a way to pass by the foot of Shenxian Mountain.

The little girl in prison uniform in front of her must be one of them.

She didn't know how she escaped the sight of those escorting her, but she knew that if she sent her out, the government would definitely take her down, and out of ten, she would be sent to the Jiaofang Division— A place where official prostitutes grew up.

Zhao Qin made the decision almost without hesitation.

She looked at the timid little girl and smiled softly.

"Are you full? I have something else to eat. Would you like?"

She didn't have many things in the cave, some books, an oil lamp, a knife stolen from the Taoist kitchen, and some spices. What was stolen by the little girl was the whole grain pancake she brought over.

The pancake was dry and astringent, and cut his throat. Zhao Qin took it as dry food. After taking two bites, he couldn't swallow it. He threw it in the cave. Unexpectedly, he was hit by this hungry little girl. I stuttered completely, leaving only a piece of cake dregs.

The little girl was a little dazed, she looked a little stupid, not very clever, she didn’t know the answer when she asked, she just looked at her stupidly, like the little rabbit that Zhao Qin ran into last time, but she hit her. Of mind.

She coaxed softly: "You wait here obediently, I'll get you more food, okay?"

She touched the little girl’s cheek. The little girl didn’t hide, maybe because her palms were hot, she stretched her face out and nudged, Zhao Qin’s heart was filled with joy for no reason. Emotions.

She lifted the light work and returned to the view of immortals.

There was no one in the kitchen, but the steamed buns were warm on the stove. She took two in her arms, remembering the coldness that she had touched when she touched the little girl’s cheeks, and went back to the room to pack a few pieces of clothes she didn’t wear very often. And took it to the cave.

When she returned to the cave, the little girl was still in the previous place, sitting obediently, with only a pair of black eyes, staring straight at the entrance of the cave—Zhao Qin felt expected for the first time.

She gave the hot buns to the little girl, took out the water sacs, and let her drink two mouthfuls of hot millet porridge.

Regardless of the little girl’s size and appetite, two steamed buns with big adult fists, she ate one bite after bite, and the belly bulged. Zhao Qin couldn’t help but touch it. I heard the little girl giggling.

She asked: "Does it hurt?"

The little girl said: "It hurts."

Zhao Qin asked her again, "How long have you not eaten before?"

The little girl shook her head, she didn't remember.

She picked up the little girl and said, "Go, I'll take you to take a bath."

Out of the cave, you can't go far, it's just a gurgling stream.

The water on Shenxian Mountain is gushing from the ground. The spring water is very ice. Even in the summer weather, the temperature is still bitter when you reach into the water. But the little girl was very good, so when Zhao Qin bathed her, she obediently let her take off her clothes.

The cold water poured on her body, she shivered in the cold, and she just looked at Zhao Qin trustingly with jewel-like eyes.

Her skin is very white and delicate, her hands and feet are white and tender, and she looks like a pampered girl.

Ordinary people can't raise such a girl, and ordinary families can't commit the crime that needs to be exiled.

The glaring point is the scar on her body.

At first glance, some of them are scars drawn by branches and leaves, and they are distributed in depth and depth on her arms and calves. Others are whip marks, which look like whips used when escorting prisoners. I don’t know how much the officer was. Cruel, willing to be so cruel to such a small child.

Zhao Qin's fingers stroked those scars, and for the first time, there was killing intent in his heart.

There are very few words from the little girl.

Ask her what her name is, and ask three questions.

When asked about her parents' situation, she showed a headache.

Only occasionally, I would bounce a word, give Zhao Qin a little reply, let her know that her words are not useless at all.

Zhao Qin didn't dare to bring people back to Taoist temple, so he raised them in the cave.

She stole the bedding, the clothes, and even a wooden tub for bathing.

Zhao Qin, who usually fiddles with it twice when going out, clumsily learns to tie the hair of the little girl.

She went to pick flowers in the mountains and placed them in the gaps in the cave. She caught the snow-white bunny and asked the girl to caress the rabbit’s soft fur. She turned the window and went out in the middle of the night, and the girl in the cave would lift the quilt and wait for her to sleep together—

That was probably the fastest period of time in Zhao Qin's life.

…

The surname Zhang of the prefect of Jinling, the number one scholar in the 37th year, is deeply trusted by the emperor and the present sage.

Twenty years ago, the spring breeze was triumphant with horseshoes. The young talent who once saw Changan flowers is now an old man over fifty years old. He has guarded this rich and beautiful Jinling City for six full years and also enjoyed six years of peace.

As an old man, his energy is far less than when he was young.

After reaching fifty last year, he could feel that his life was fading fast, and the Hong Zhong of death seemed to have rang in his ears, constantly urging him to move forward.

He often wakes up in dreams, dreaming of many **** faces and dreaming of his own death.

"Master, have a nightmare again?"

Perceiving that the people around him suddenly sat up, the prefect wife, who had always been asleep, also opened her eyes in a daze.

She sat up, went to the table, poured a cup of tea, and handed it to Zhang Zhifu.

"Master, drink some water and take a moment."

The cold tea entered his throat, and the prefect Zhang's expression was tense, which finally eased a bit.

He said to his wife: "You don't have to be busy, come up to sleep, I'll go to the study to sit down for a while."

The madam picked up the clothes, shook them away and said to him: "Then I will put on the clothes for the master, and the night will be heavy, and be careful of the cold."

After getting dressed, the prefect Zhang touched his wife's hand, and said with emotion: "If you get a wife like this, what can your husband ask for?"

The prefect madam chuckled slightly, with a shy look on her face, and she whispered: "Master, as a parent official, is dedicated to her responsibilities, working day and night, and the concubine has no ability to share the troubles of the master, and she can't understand it. The master’s distress can only take care of the master’s backyard, take care of the master’s body, and do what a wife should do."

After talking with his wife for a while, the prefect Zhang opened the door of the room and walked towards the study with a lantern alone. It’s no wonder people say that he is incorruptible and has served as an official for many years. The prefect Zhang lived in a mansion issued by the court. The three daughters are two concubines sent by Shangguan, and three or five sweeping servants.

Even when the prefect went out late at night, there was no one to serve him by his side.

He walked through the courtyard gate, walked across the promenade, and soon arrived at the study in the front yard.

When I was about to enter, I suddenly heard a rustling sound in my ears.

Zhang Zhifu's nerves suddenly tightened.

He shouted, full of anger: "Who is there!"

Chu Baige was so scared that he almost pierced his ankle.

He couldn't understand that, no matter how much the prefect Zhang loved the people like his son, he would not have fallen asleep in the middle of the night, so he ran out to work again? Is it because he was too old to satisfy his old wife at home and was kicked out?

Chu Baige thought maliciously, but slowly turned over and out of the study window on his feet.

At the same time Zhang Zhifu opened the door, he also gently closed the windows and doors.

The sound of closing the window was concealed by the sound of opening the door. The prefect Zhang looked at the black hole in the study, paused in his footsteps, and walked in with a lantern.

He lit the candle in the study with the fire in the lantern.

As the candles lit up one after another, everything in the room was finally clearly visible.

The bookshelves in the study room are filled with all kinds of books and files.

Stacked on top of each other, the books and the dossier are obviously after they have been flipped through from time to time.

Zhang Zhifu sat in front of the desk, touched his hand under the desk, and felt a piece of snow-white hair. He breathed a sigh of relief.

And all of this is in the eyes of the ups and downs squatting on the beams of the room.

…

The next day, early in the morning, Chu Baige knocked on the ups and downs of the door.

Bang bang bang-bang bang bang-

"Sink and float! Open the door, sink and float! Why don't you dare to open the door!"

With a creak, the door opened. Leaning against the door and listening to the quiet Chu Bai song, he staggered into it.

"Ouch-" He fell to the ground face to the ground, clutching his sour nose and getting up, complaining: "You are really broken to the bone. You should let those who call you chivalrous look at you, this Shen Shuang What a terrible person the knife is!"

Chen and Fu ate the steamed buns sent by Xiaoer, while eating a crisp and refreshing side dish with chopsticks, and chewing it in his mouth, "The false name is passed on by outsiders, you can go and get a dozen people to see. Look, what my Shen Shuangdao look like, but the premise is that the money cannot be less."

Chu Baige spit on her.

He sat down by himself, took a mantou and gnawed a bite, and asked: "You didn't come back in the middle of the night yesterday, but you found something good. Is it true that the prefect in that chapter is really a hypocrite with a face and a beast, like you said?"

Ups and downs kicked his stool, "Go and close the door."

Seeing that she had something to say, Chu Baige went to close the door quickly.

Pour a cup of hot tea for Shenfu and serve it doglegally, showing a curious expression.

"I really didn't find any gold and silver jewelry." Shen Fu said.

"Hey." Chu Baige sighed suddenly, showing a disappointed expression.

Ups and downs slowly said: "...but I found a ledger."

Chu Baige's eyes lit up suddenly: "What ledger?"

Ups and downs did not directly expose the mystery. Instead, she changed the subject. She suddenly asked, "Do you know that the average land per capita of Jinling people?"

Chu Baige patted his thigh and said, "I know this."

"A Ding male of more than twenty, grants a hundred acres of land, of which twenty are Yongye fields, which can be passed down from generation to generation, and they will be inherited by their descendants, and eighty will be divided fields, and they will be returned to the court after death."

He came from a family, and still remember these basic common sense.

The ups and downs expression suddenly became cold and stern, "Then you know, outside Jinling City, there are poor peasants who have worked hard for a year, but there is no harvest? A family of three, unclothed, can't eat enough!"

Chu Baige murmured: "...Why, why?"

"It's the incorruptible prefect in your mouth, secretly buying and selling land, selling the land that belongs to the people, and selling it to the family, so that the people have no land to cultivate and no food to eat, so they have to become tenant farmers and are squeezed by the landlord. It’s my own land. According to the laws of my Zhao country, the harvest on an acre of land only needs to be handed over to the three layers, and the seven layers are kept for yourself. Now, after a hard year, the weather is smooth and the grain is abundant, but I have to sell my sons and daughters, just to get enough food and clothing. !"

"Do you think the official with the surname Zhang is good or bad?"

Chu Baige also wanted to defend: "But my father..."

Shen Fu looked at him and said indifferently: "Your Chu family is also a family."

Chu Baige stopped talking.

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