Three days later, the remains of the slave records rescued from the "fire mouth" were sorted out, and a total of two large boxes were delivered to the Pomegranate Lane courtyard.

Qin Hao couldn't wait to unfold the scrolls to search for possible traces of his mother's existence. Huai Bi also helped to read them. He read them all day and all night, and went through all the two large boxes of fragments.

Because the real names of Beishun's female slaves were not recorded in the book at that time, some were only numbers. According to the five numbers provided by Yu Ren, Qin Hao Huaibi browsed through it and found nothing. Qin Hao was afraid that he would miss any clues after browsing too quickly, and would have to follow the next day.

I went out to continue reading, but Huai Bi forced me to hold him down, and I finally slept all morning.

I continued reading in the afternoon, but still had no clue. In the evening, Xiao Ru Wan'er came and brought good news - she had found an old Shun slave.

This Shun slave had been ravaged by time and men. He was only forty-five or sixty-six in actual age, but she already looked like an old woman in her sixties, with a face full of dry wrinkles, a hunched back, and disheveled hair like a black-bone chicken.

The rags smelled of decay.

She spent the first half of the meeting eating and drinking. After her belly was full, she burped loudly, and then she clicked her yellow teeth with satisfaction.

"Tell me, who do you want to inquire about? There is no Shun slave in the workshop that I, Sister Ling, don't know."

"Thirty-four, fifty-seven, fifty-nine, seventy-two, one hundred and one, one hundred and nine." Qin Zhan's five groups of numbers were as clear as if they were carved on oracle bones.

Shun Nu No. 190 rolled his eyes, picked his teeth, spit out a piece of beef, and said slowly: "So you want to ask them!"

Qin Hao was ecstatic: "Do you recognize them?"

Sister Ling shook her head: "There were more than 500 Shun slaves under Zhongxuan back then, and there were more than 200 in the Jiaofang alone. I was numbered 190, and I was the third batch to surrender.

The five numbers you mentioned all arrived at the workshop before me!"

Qin Hao asked: "Then do you recognize them? Have you ever met or spoken to them?"

Miss Ling shook her head.

"Then you clearly knew what you just said?"

Sister Ling burped again and said, "I said I knew the five of them, but I didn't say I recognized them and had seen them!"

"Then what do you mean?"

Sister Ling turned her body to one side, picked up her chopsticks and picked up another piece of beef with soy sauce to fill her stomach, but ignored Qin Han's questions.

Xiao Ru Wan'er looked sulky: "We have negotiated the price, and half of it has already been paid to you. If you don't speak up, you won't want the money later!"

It turned out that Xiao Ru Wan'er had spent money to find this clue, and Qin Hao couldn't help but be grateful. Sister Ling's attitude clearly showed that she was seeking benefits beforehand. She had no choice but to find her mother, so how could she feel sorry for the money!

Qin Hao took out an ingot of fifty taels of silver from his arms and placed it on the table. Feeling that it was not enough, he took out another ingot and pushed it towards the poor Sister Ling.

As expected, Sister Ling's eyes widened when she saw the money. She put the silver ingot into her pocket and began her story.

"I have never seen these five people. They had already left before our third batch of Shun slaves arrived. Their destination was the Prince He's Mansion at that time, which is now the Prince Mourning Mansion. Hehe, they are all poor people. They entered the chicken

How can one come out alive in a yard called "Beheading"?

Qin Hao's eyes darkened, and his heart was filled with despair.

Sister Ling changed the subject: "But, something happened later."

Qin Hao was grasping at straws. "What's going on?"

Sister Ling took a piece of soy sauce beef into her mouth and became silent again.

Xiao Ru Wan'er couldn't bear it any longer. She stood up and scolded: "I have promised you a lot of silver, but you just tell me things that I already know. If you continue to fool people like this, don't say that you won't get a cent of the silver."

The Jiaofang will definitely not make it easy for you!"

Sister Ling curled her lips: "Just tell me, why is it so bad? Sister Ling also wants to earn a coffin book. You young and beautiful girls have a lot of capital, but you still lack these ten or eight taels?"

Xiao Ru Wan'er glared angrily: "How dare you say it again? What do you mean by that?" It seemed that she had tolerated her for a long time.

Qin Hao hurriedly comforted Xiao Ru Wan'er, and at the same time handed Sister Ling another ingot of silver, saying: "That's all, please tell me carefully, otherwise you will do as my sister said!"

Sister Ling regained her smile.

"In fact, everyone in Daning knows about this accident. It is that King He Gao Yun died in the southern expedition to Baiyue. According to Daning's funeral customs, the survivors of the deceased prince should receive preferential pensions. When it comes to pensions, it must be based on a book.

If you follow the record, you can't let your shirt be eaten, so there is such a thing."

Although her behavior was vulgar, her story-telling was refined. She must have been a well-educated girl when she died in Shun's hometown, but she was roughened by the tragic experience.

"King He, ah, no, he is already the mourning king. All the wives, sons and daughters of the family, including maids and servants, are all provided with pensions. Naturally, they have household registrations to be found, but there is such a person who has no household registration. After careful inquiry, I found out

You know, this is a Shun slave."

"If you want the register of an official slave, you can only find it in the Jiaofang. The officials are not trying to get a pension for a Shun slave, but they want to eat up the Shun slave's pension without losing their empty shirt. That's why they are so active! Therefore!

I went to the Jiaofang specifically to adjust the register."

This explains why there is no record of five groups of numbers in the scraps of Grandma Hong.

Qin Hao asked urgently: "Do you know the number of the person who came here?"

Sister Ling shook her head: "I only know this. As for what date it is, the officials will definitely not say it. Anyone who knows is probably dead!"

"Why?"

"The two petty officials who were doing the work didn't know who they offended, and they died violently half a month later. As for the old nun in the Red Hall, she is lying in the coffin now! My guess is that it is 80% likely to be under the influence of Prince Mourning. Who is it?

Tell them to be greedy and meddlesome, and they must reveal the secret hiding of official slaves in Prince He's palace!"

Xiao Ru Wan'er asked a very important question: "Have you ever heard that any of these five people were pregnant or adopted a little girl?"

"It is not an ordinary accident to get pregnant in a teaching workshop. As for accepting a baby from another family, then the girl must have been born by a mother. Either the girl's mother died in the teaching workshop, or she was simply picked up from outside.

Only then can there be such a thing as adoption."

This was not pleasant to hear, but it made sense. Xiao Ru Wan'er suppressed her temper and asked, "Don't go too far, I'm asking if any of these five people have this kind of situation?"

Sister Ling rolled her eyes and recalled for a while, then shook her head.

"Is it not or you don't know?" Qin Hao was also worried.

Sister Ling said: "It's been a while, so I can only get a rough idea. As for the children in the workshop, they are all slaves. Why don't you check? Once you check, you will know who gave birth to them."

Is it done?”

Xiao Ru Wan'er never thought of this: "The method you mentioned must have a name. How can you check a child without a name?"

Sister Ling spread her hands and said she was helpless.

She is the only person who is still in the church—and still alive—who currently knows about the incident of Shun Nu entering Prince He’s Palace. She has asked almost all the questions that need to be asked, and she has revealed almost everything she knows. The only clue now points to Prince Tu’s Palace.

Among them, the Shun slave who earned a promotion to a slave status and received a pension.

Will she be Qin Hao's mother?

Is she still alive?

Why can she survive the "cock crow and beheading"?

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Among the six sons of Emperor Huang Long, except for the late prince Gao Gengwu who lived in the East Palace, the other five sons all lived in the east and west adjacent to the imperial city.

In the far south of the east is the Prince Liu's Mansion where Emperor Huanglong lived before he ascended the throne. After he ascended the throne, it was vacated as the prince's outer palace; in the middle is the former Prince Gui's Mansion of Su Wang Gao Zhizhi; in the north is the Prince Qiao's Mansion where the fifth son of the emperor Gao Yang was.

To the west and to the north is Prince Qi's Mansion, the sixth son of the emperor, Gao Yifei; in the middle, is the former Prince Ying's Mansion in Huya Hutong; to the south is the current Mansion of Prince Miao, where King He Gao Yunggong lived during his lifetime.

In terms of dilapidation, the palace of Prince Ying and the outer palace of the late Crown Prince, which were originally the most beautiful, suffered the most serious decline. It was only a little more than a year since the coup in the imperial city. The east and west hubs that were once bustling with traffic have become overgrown with weeds. God has shown this in this way.

Tell the world that things are impermanent.

Although King Qiao and King Qi suffered disaster in the coup, at least there were still people taking care of the two mansions.

Because Gao Zhizhi had always been ambiguous with Zhong Xuan in Prince Gui's Mansion, Zheng Cong couldn't help but break this line, so at this moment, Prince Gui's Mansion still retains its original appearance.

As for Prince Mourning's Mansion, because Princess Mourning and his heirs have always lived there, the fireworks here are the most abundant.

It is precisely because this place has been neglected for a long time that Zheng Cong actually forgot about Gao Yunggong's sons when he was bloodbathing the royal family. He wanted to kill them later, and he missed the best opportunity.

Qin Han and Xiao Ru Wan'er visited the palace at night to mourn, how brave they must be!

Neither of them knew Kung Fu, but Xiao Ru Wan'er was very good at her unique skill. She put a hook on the top of the wall and climbed up. Qin Hao was not a clumsy person either, and successfully climbed up the wall with the help of Xiao Ru Wan'er.

The two girls leaned on the horse-head wall and looked towards Prince Mou's Mansion. It was so dark that they couldn't see the edges. Only dots of light diffused on the roofs where people lived. Counting, there were no more than twenty lights in the whole mansion.

The brightness of the dozen or so places with light is very low, probably from courtyard lights and street lights. Only one place is obviously bright. People tend to be bright. Wherever there is light, there will be people paying attention. Of course you have to listen, because there is no one there.

How to achieve your wish wherever you talk!

Xiao Ru Wan'er led Qin Han carefully forward on the ridge of the wall and the beam, climbing higher and lower. It took a while to get close to the light. The light was a living room, and the two of them happened to be lying on the roof opposite.

You can see and hear the scenes and sounds very realistically.

There was a large group of people kneeling in the hall. What was strange was that the dozen or so people kneeling were all well-dressed, no matter whether they were masters or servants, while the four people standing were dressed in Jianghu costumes. Could it be that Prince Mourning's Palace had offended some kind of hero?

Kneeling at the head was a middle-aged woman in gorgeous clothes. There were seven boys and girls on the left and right. If you guessed correctly, they should be Gao Yunggong's sons and daughters. The oldest one looked fifteen or sixteen years old, and the younger ones were six or seven.

age.

The middle-aged woman asked in a grateful tone: "The old man gave me the medicine on time, and the whole Gao family is very grateful. May I ask where the old man is now? We can also pray for him at all times to be safe, happy, and live a long life!"

The leader of the gangsters said in a deep voice: "The old man is very busy and uncertain in all directions. It is enough for you to always keep this filial piety. You must support your eldest aunt well and don't let her suffer any loss. This is

Your credit!”

The middle-aged woman promised: "My eldest aunt and we are a family. We are closer than our biological father and mother. All good things must be sent to her first. Please report back to the old man. My eldest aunt eats well, sleeps soundly, and is in good health."

very good!"

The charlatan nodded and asked again: "Is the eldest aunt feeling better?"

The middle-aged woman shook her head: "I'm afraid this is...difficult! But please rest assured, old man, except for that, everything else is fine!"

The gangster patted Gao Yunggong's eldest son and said: "You are very good, keep at it, don't let the old man's heart become cold. Once his heart becomes cold, this antidote will not be enough!"

"Absolutely!" Princess Mourning kowtowed as if pounding garlic.

"The matter here is over, I still have something to ask you about!" The gangster suddenly became threatening.

Princess Mourning was so frightened that she shook like chaff: "I don't know what the knight is referring to, but we...we are willing to be punished!"

The wealthy man's gaze suddenly shot out of the door like an arrow, piercing the roof where Qin Hairpin and Ru Wan'er were lying down.
Chapter completed!