On the ninth day of September, all the parasol trees in front of the court were gone, and the hibiscus blossomed on the pond.

Fuying had just experienced a breakup. The third brother bribed the Dali Temple and protected the disciples of the mansion. He was forced to enter the Daci'en Temple and escaped into Buddhism.

She stood under a flower stand to take shelter from the rain. The autumn rain was howling, which inevitably made her feel sad and haggard. The lotus on the water was about to wither, and a few drops of rainwater fell through the gaps, leaving her vulnerable.

There was a noise in the distance, accompanied by a few weak shouts, which was very miserable. But after a while, the shouts gradually weakened. The girl frowned slightly and ran out regardless of the rain.

There was a large group of people, all wearing white mourning clothes, and mourning music was loud. Behind them were carrying two nanmu coffins, and paper money scattered in the air.

What’s frightening is that there are constant beating sounds coming from the coffin on the east side, but the people carrying it are not afraid and seem not to be surprised.

Fuying suddenly remembered the screams just now and felt that something was not right.

At this moment, several maidservants who were hurriedly looking for the princess ran out. When the leader saw that everyone was safe, he said: "Second princess, go back. It would be too unlucky to be in a funeral."

The girl turned around slightly and glanced at the guard behind her. The guard immediately stepped forward and blocked the funeral procession.

An old man in the team saw this demeanor and knew that the person coming was definitely an extraordinary person, so he respectfully stepped forward to say hello.

Fuying glanced at the uneasy coffin behind her and asked, "Where did it come from?"

The old man bent over and handed over a few taels of silver knowingly: "I live in Tongfu Alley in the eastern suburbs. My daughter and son-in-law are both gone. Today is the day for the funeral to rest in peace for the deceased."

When he said this, two lines of tears had already flowed from the old man's withered eyes. It was indeed the white-haired man who was sending the black-haired man to grief.

"Really?" The mournful music stopped, and the movement in the coffin became louder and louder, with a few muffled screams coming from time to time. Fuying couldn't help but ask.

The old man was panicking and could only say: "That's true."

The girl's almond-shaped eyes were as smooth as white jade, and seemed to be able to reflect any ugliness and filthiness: "There has been constant movement in the coffin since just now, can't I hear it?"

A big bead of sweat slipped from the old man's forehead. The person in the coffin had been in trouble all the way. It must be that the boy was not dead, and he was still hoping that someone could save him.

Today is the day to bury his daughter. In the coffin on the east side is indeed the husband he found for his daughter. However, he just paid homage to him. Ordinary nobles would turn a blind eye when they see him and receive money.

He closed one eye and simply added a few more taels of white money.

"Please accept it, noble man."

But the girl in front of him didn't accept it. Instead, she walked past him and pointed at the coffin: "I'm afraid there's someone alive inside."

"My lord, you must have heard wrongly!"

But following the old man's sophistry, the person in the coffin seemed to be aware of the situation outside, and knocked his head desperately to the board, one after another, making the entire coffin board tremble, and the consciousness of survival was strong!
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"Open the coffin!" The girl's voice was soft, but she held strength.

The old man was a little embarrassed, but a guard who looked really fierce suddenly drew his sword, and his legs went weak instantly: "Yes! Yes! I will ask someone to open the coffin immediately!"

He thought that the kid had been holding it in for such a long time, and he had just banged his head desperately and was about to die, so he might as well just cover him to death before the lady checked.

But the girl insisted: "I won't bother you anymore, husband."

With a "creak" sound, the coffin was pried open. Inside was a young boy, wearing a bright red Xuanduan dress, holding a rope and a red cloth in his mouth. He sat up suddenly and whined.

Struggle.

Looking at the blood flowing from his forehead, anyone with a discerning eye could immediately tell that he was extremely reluctant. She helped Ying take a step forward and reached out to help him remove the thick cotton cloth from his mouth.

He is so beautiful, his eyes are so bright that people can't help but feel pity for him: "Are you okay?"

Pei Yan, who had been roaring ferociously just now, suddenly became quiet the moment he saw the girl in front of him. The delicate tang behind the rain and the lotus in front of the wind were shining brightly like pearls.

Such a soft and beautiful girl is actually just a little girl of thirteen or fourteen years old, but she is enough to get a glimpse of the beauty she will have in the future.

"Did you get knocked silly?" Fuying couldn't help but said when she saw his dazed look.

Pei Yan came back to his senses, knelt down in the coffin with difficulty, and said in a pitiful voice: "I'm here to see you, noble man, and I beg you to save your life!"

With such luxurious clothes and the guards he glanced at just now, they looked like they came from the palace. He guessed that this girl must be either rich or noble.

With such a skinny person, and what he said was so pitiful, he naturally wanted to listen, so the girl asked: "Then tell me what's going on?"

"A year ago, the slave's mother was seriously ill, so the Liu family asked a matchmaker to come to our door to propose marriage. At that time, we had already refused, but today they brought a fake marriage certificate, saying that the two families had already agreed to be married. After taking medicine,

They forced the slave to worship in the church, and then they brutally nailed the slave into the coffin and ordered the slave to be buried!"

Then, he knocked his head down hard and hit the coffin board hard, causing blood to flow out: "I don't want to, I don't want to from the beginning to the end!"

Fuying was very angry after hearing these words. There was such a shameless bully who bullied others in broad daylight!

"Okay, don't worry, I will do justice for you."

Then, those angry almond eyes looked at the old man just now. They were obviously soft and frail, but they were unconsciously noble and majestic. The old man's legs went weak and he knelt down.

Land.

"The sky is clear and the sun is clear, the world is bright, how dare you so boldly rob good people, where is the law of the Wei Dynasty!"

The old man immediately cried and explained: "Conscience of heaven and earth, please listen to my explanation! It was the little ruffian who took fifty taels of silver from my Liu family and willingly married my daughter. How could he become a rogue and rob a good citizen? Noble man

,Don’t believe him!”

Pei Yan had already rolled and crawled out of the coffin. He was lying at the girl's feet, his eyes full of the moon-white embroidered shoes with purple silk and emerald patterns, and he was crying.

"My lord, if you believe me, my mother has rejected this marriage, and I haven't received any of my fifty taels of silver!"

But his sudden approach shocked all the guards who came forward, grabbed him tightly, and violently dragged him aside. He was so firmly subdued that he could not move.

Fuying was also frightened and took a step back, but when she raised her eyes, she felt something bright. It turned out... it was the young man's eyes, shining with tiny brilliance, with the hope of being trusted, and the mist.

Staring at her wetly.

Banzhu, the little furry animal raised in Ning'an Hall, came back to greet her with such excited and expectant eyes, as if she would be completely satisfied just by waving.

This person...is just wagging his tail.

When she thought of this, she felt that the man in front of her was quite popular, and he resisted so fiercely, how could he be willing to do so?

Then he turned to the old man with a sharp and cunning look and said: "I can see the facts and make my own decision. You can go to Jing Zhaoyin to get the plan yourself."

With a single word, the old man was dragged away. Pei Yan couldn't help but guess in his heart, what is the identity of this Tianhuang noble? You know, the Liu family can be regarded as a gangster and bully from the richest side.

Just as he was thinking about it, those delicate little shoe tips slowly came closer to him, and a vague scent of hibiscus flowers lingered on the tip of his nose, causing him to sniff hard and calmly.

The girl bent down slightly and seemed to be carefully looking at the young man's little cat-like cheeks. Suddenly she smiled and stretched out her hand to hand over a jade pendant.

Her voice was delicate and soft: "You are injured, and I don't have any money, so you can take this jade pendant and pawn it for some money, so that you can find a medical center to get medicine."

Pei Yan's heart moved, and he glanced at the jade pendant timidly, and immediately knocked his head to the ground as if he was desperate, saying again and again: "Thank you, noble man! Thank you, noble man!"

When Fuying saw his appearance, she laughed: "Okay, if you keep knocking, it will cause problems, just take it."

The girl's sweet smile was more crisp and sweet than the silver bell, which reminded him of the sound of drizzle pressing on pear blossoms. He secretly glanced at his blood-stained hands, then rubbed them quietly on the corner of his robe, then cautiously

He reached out and gently took the jade pendant from the girl's palm.

In a moment of touch, Pei Yan felt extremely clear, and his white and soft little hands were smoother and more moist than hibiscus petals, making his whole body numb.

She looks so expensive...

Therefore, when the person left, he still did not say: "My lord, you..."

Fuying turned around in confusion, wondering what else he wanted to say.

However, Pei Yan just lowered his head quietly and prostrated on the ground with a humble attitude: "Slave, I would like to send you my honor!"

In fact, he just wanted to say...don't you want to take me away?

A dilapidated dwelling to the west of Willow Lane, a dilapidated and narrow bungalow. The oil lamp inside will never go out. It is so dim that it is insignificant in the endless night.

Under the window in the northwest corner, there was a simple bed made of several wooden boards. Lying upright on it was an old woman with yellow skin, black skin, and a haggard face. She coughed hard, and heard the footsteps outside, and her breathless voice.

He said: "Brother Yan?"

A voice came: "Mom, it's me."

The young man who walked into the dim light was taller than his peers, but he was very thin because he had not eaten enough all year round. He was carrying medicinal materials wrapped in oil paper, and the wound on his forehead was very red and swollen.

"Brother Yan, what's wrong with you? Did you have a fight with someone else?" Qi Po asked with some worry.

"I accidentally fell down," Pei Yan opened the medicine bag and prepared to boil it: "We have medicine."

Granny Qi immediately said: "Where did you get the money to get the medicine?"

"My master took pity on me and gave me a few pieces of silver." Pei Yan answered nonchalantly.

Granny Qi knew that a few days ago, Brother Yan had found a job in the Ji family as the chief minister of the dynasty, and she was slightly relieved.

Seeing that his mother stopped asking, Pei Yan raised his eyebrows. In fact, he had lied to his mother. The money for the medicine was fifty taels given by the Liu family. His mother did reject the ridiculous marriage, but he agreed in private.

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Thinking of defrauding the money and then running away.

"Mom, what kind of person would call himself this palace?" Pei Yan asked this nonsense after a long time.

Po Qi thought he was meeting a noble person in the First Assistant's Mansion, and out of curiosity, she said: "The empress in the palace, or else she is a princess, what's wrong?"

Pei Yan shook his head: "Nothing, just asking out of curiosity."

After hearing these words, Qi Po felt a sadness in her heart, and her eyes were filled with mist. She recalled the luxurious Dragon Tower and Phoenix Pavilion in the royal court of the Wei Dynasty about ten years ago.

The rows of green tiles and red walls in the Yeting Palace are filled with the golden glow of clouds. The continuous palace palaces are guarded by the Jinwu Guards who treat them seriously. The top musicians in the Liyuan of the Daming Palace play bamboo and string silk all night without stopping, and the grand plans are magnificent.

The royal hunting ground, with brackets and cornices, and glazed animal spines, are all the gold-selling caves of Tianhuang nobles.

Her well-behaved brother Yan should never have been trapped in this narrow and humble one-story house, let alone wearing the cheapest clothes and guarding the walls of his family to have a good time with her.
Chapter completed!