Old Mr. Tang spoke directly, "Miss Five is spending the night here in Xiaotang Village tonight, and accompanying the old lady."

Seeing Xiaoxiao being helped into the old lady's yard by Xiao Di'er, the old man called his confidant: "Take Miss Bai as soon as possible."

"Where is the arrangement of Miss White?"

"Just live at home, let the old lady take a look first, and then as an adopted daughter."

"yes."

"Go out now and prepare the car."

"yes."

...

Until night, Xiaoxiao and grandmother were not sleepy, and the grandparents and grandchildren sat on the kang and talked.

"Since the emperor arranged that person into our family, I knew it would be a disaster. Whether we can pass it depends on the fortune of our Tang family."

Under the dim candlelight, Xiaoxiao's eyes still had a bright look: "I don't believe in fate so much. My grandfather and grandmother have been walking through hard all their lives. Is it all up to fate and blessings? Those are just auspicious words that people say, and they must always have wisdom and perseverance to support them."

"So people often say that the dual cultivation of blessings and wisdom is the real great fortune."

Xiaoxiao leaned on the dark green bamboo pillow, looked at the candlelight in the horn lampshade, and remembered what people often say: fate is an excuse for losers, and luck is a humble word for successful people.

"We old couple have enough money anyway. I just hope this will not harm the descendants of the Tang family." The old lady gently shook her fan and sat cross-legged on the bamboo mat with cloud brocade. "As long as you save your life, everything can be done again."

Xiaoxiao listened to his grandmother talking about life and death in a silence. His eyes passed through the ancient shelf. He looked at the scroll hanging on the wall between the main wall. It was written by a senior official of the court on his grandfather's birthday: Benevolence and righteousness, Yue Zhiyuan was inscription.

I wonder how many of these officials who have dealt with each other will help them when something really happens to the Tang family...

When Mr. Tang returned to his room, it was already early, and the crickets outside the window stopped chirping, and the night became deeper and quieter.

Xiaoxiao guarded his grandmother, looked up at the grandfather who was walking in, and then heard his grandmother say, "Do you want to bring back that girl named Bai Lianhua?"

Bai Lianhua? This is the first time Xiaoxiao heard this name in this dynasty. Perhaps because his death in his previous life was directly related to this person, he always felt that it was a bit unlucky to hear this name at this time.

The grandmother looked at the sweat coming out of her granddaughter's forehead and handed her the banana leaf fan beside her: "This white girl is less than 20 years old this year, but her appearance is exactly the same as Shunhua. If she weren't of different ages, she would probably think she was a pair of twin sisters."

When Xiaoxiao heard this, he suddenly remembered the incident of his grandfather "taking a concubine" outside. Later, it was said that it was a misunderstanding. Now it seems that Bai Lianhua is the girl raised outside.

Xiaoxiao looked at her grandparents hesitantly: "Is it because my grandfather wants them to imitate Ehuang Nuying..."

Grandfather waved his hand, and at this moment, there were only three grandparents and grandchildren in the room, so he poured himself a cup of perilla cooked water: "Shunhua is afraid he can't keep it."

Grandma didn't say anything when she heard this, but Xiaoxiao couldn't hide her surprise: "What can we do? She is the emperor's person."

"Once the emperor dislikes her, she can't be considered anyone." Grandfather pinched the slightly cool purple clay cup and stared at the water in the cup.

"But, Shunhua is different from an ordinary woman to the emperor..."

Grandfather smiled faintly: "The emperor is just deceiving himself, and what he left is just a memory of youth. I have never seen Shunhua before, but he will never look like he is half-crazy now."

Xiaoxiao could vaguely think of the way his grandfather handled this matter, probably to use Bai Lianhua to slowly replace Shunhua.

Grandma said beside her, "Shunhua can't stay anymore. Even if we have solved the current situation by chance, they will never give up and will definitely wait for an opportunity to act again. Fortunately, Xiaoxiao heard about this matter today. In the future, we will be unable to guard against it."

Xiaoxiao frowned tightly: "The Queen Mother's birthday is only ten days left. How should this matter be solved now? This is the urgent matter."

Grandma glanced at her grandfather calmly: "Have you figured out a way?"

Grandfather nodded slowly: "I have been using this person all the time, but now I'm just using it."

"Is it from the Imperial Heavenly Prison?" asked grandmother.

Grandfather shook his head: "It's better not to go through the emperor for this matter. I am Master Huile from Baozhu'an. The Empress Dowager is very convinced by this Master and often talks about scriptures and talks with him."

Xiaoxiao did not pursue the magical incident of grandpa looking for a nun. Now he just asked: "How will this master help us?"

"It is said that the Empress Dowager will go to Baozhu'an to pray for blessings and chant scriptures before his birthday every year. I only ask this master to say a few words to the Empress Dowager. The general idea is that the rituals and music should not be promoted on this birthday, but should be based on pure worship of the Buddha."

Xiaoxiao was amazed in his heart, and it turned out that this matter could be resolved like this: "But, isn't that master curious? Why did his grandfather ask her to say such things to the Empress Dowager?"

The old man smiled and said, "I gave her a string of good seven-treasure Buddhist beads, saying that there was a pair of these Buddhist beads, and the other string was planned to be given to the Queen Mother on the birthday of the Queen Mother."

Oh, in this way, the nun probably thought that his grandfather just wanted to take the opportunity to curry favor with the Queen Mother, and would not do anything else.

In this way, it seemed that the deliberate and deadly performance could be avoided, and Xiaoxiao finally felt a little relieved.

But no one can predict the future. Sometimes, even if you plan something perfectly, you often get an incredible ending.

"When will the Queen Mother often pray for blessings before her birthday?" asked grandmother.

After all, it is only ten days before the birthday of the Queen Mother, and every day contains infinite changes.

"The Queen Mother's birthday is May 24th. Because it is born in the evil month, the Queen Mother attaches great importance to May. On the first day of this month, the Dragon Boat Festival and the fifteenth day of this month, the Queen Mother will go to pray for blessings in person. On May 22nd, monks will also invite monks to perform rituals in various temples for three days."

It seems that the Empress Dowager has really devoted herself to practicing Buddhism. Xiaoxiao calculated the day and couldn't help asking again: "Tomorrow is May 15th. Will it be too early to tell the Empress Dowager so soon?"

"So, I asked the master to leave this statement on May 20th. At that time, the master will also enter the palace in person. It is more appropriate to leave some words in the palace to say."

It’s better to say things early, so as not to have too many dreams at night.

Xiaoxiao and grandmother nodded when they heard this, thinking that the matter had been planned very carefully and in detail, as long as they did not go on a business trip, they could avoid this disaster.

After discussing the discussion, the three grandparents and grandsons had already discussed it was already midnight. The old lady was sleeping on the bed in the west and Xiaoxiao. The old man slept on the kang in the west and Qishio.

The old man couldn't sleep, so he went to Dongshaojian's study alone to read books.

Xiaoxiao's head hurts a little, maybe it's because of the hibiscus flower wine. At this moment, he is very tired and tired, but it is extremely difficult to fall asleep. Finally, he feels a little sleepy, but he is awakened by dreams one by one.

I don’t know if it’s a dream or a reality, but I vaguely listened to what my grandparents were saying in the next door, and mentioned the shops and money in the Tang family. It seemed that some of the money was hidden in some places in case of being deprived of everything and the capital to turn over...

In a daze, Xiaoxiao heard a series of familiar piano sounds, which were clearly Gong Basheng's piano.

But how is this possible? This person should be in seclusion in some mysterious place at this time.

The sound of the piano was clear and blurry for a while. I don’t know what kind of music I played, which makes people feel so sad that I have three lives and three lives.

After a while, I seemed to dream of this person again. It was still the same look when I first saw him. I wore a moon-white robe, with my hands scattered with hair, and a sparse and leisurely look. When I saw it, I looked particularly sad: "I'm going to avenge me, and I don't want to drag Xiaoxiao down."

Xiaoxiao burst into tears without realizing it: "I don't want to report you for this, but wouldn't you ignore the lives of more than 30 people in the Tang family? What crime does our Tang family have for avenging you?"

"So you don't have to worry about this." Gong Basheng's expression darkened and he actually sang it quietly. The song was strange, it was an ancient song that Xiaoxiao had never heard before.

I carefully identify the lyrics and sing: A villain holds his life, a gentleman is scattered, a high shore is a valley, and a deep shore is a tomb...

Xiaoxiao felt deeply uncomfortable, and suddenly walked up to pull the other person's sleeve: "There is always a chance to take revenge, why put yourself in a dangerous situation! Now my grandfather has figured out a way, and the performance you planned has no chance to happen at all! Slowly find another way!"

Gong Basheng suddenly waved his sleeves and left, and the sad and distant song resounded throughout the world: the high shore is the valley, the deep shore is the tomb, the white and black are not distinguished, and the great chaos is the battle!

Xiaoxiao looked at the pale shadow that was leaving, and felt in his heart that this was probably the last time he had seen this person.
Chapter completed!