MTL - Ci Jinzhi

  Chapter 1 Misidentification

  Cooking smoke is curling up, there are people in the fields, and the remote and peaceful mountain village is broken by a rush of horseshoes.

   It was a group of outsiders. The middle-aged man at the head scattered a handful of copper coins, easily obtained the information he wanted, and went straight to a family at the end of the village. Seeing this, the bored villagers hurriedly followed, talking and speculating as they walked.

   "The family of the little lady came here, right? I said a long time ago that the little lady must be a girl from a rich family, and I was right!"

   "Tsk tsk, now the life of the old Wangtou couple is settled."

  …

  The group of outsiders didn't care about the followers and discussions of the villagers, and hurriedly knocked on the courtyard door of a family to explain their purpose.

   "Excuse me, may I ask the old man, did you save a little girl two days ago?" The middle-aged man rushed to open the door, and the old man cupped his hands, his expression hard to hide his eagerness.

  The old man was taken aback for a moment. The imposing attire of the middle-aged man and his group made him dare not neglect, so he nodded hurriedly: "The old man went to collect firewood two days ago and saved a little girl. Are you—"

The middle-aged man heaved a sigh of relief, and while sweeping his gaze towards the courtyard, he explained: "My girl was climbing a mountain two days ago and fell off a cliff by accident. The family has been searching everywhere. Today, I heard that an old man in your village rescued a little girl when he went into the mountain. , and found it..."

  The middle-aged man's name is Duan Wenbai, and he is the second master of the Shaoqing Mansion. The girl he was talking about was not his daughter, but his niece, whose surname was Kou and whose maiden name was Qingqing.

  Kou Qingqing climbed a mountain to play with three girls from the Shaoqing Mansion two days ago, but accidentally slipped and fell off a cliff, which led to what happened today.

  The old man invited people into the main room, and pointed to the West Room with the shabby door curtain: "The child is inside—"

Among the people who followed Duan Wenbai was a girl dressed as a maid, who rushed in after hearing this, and when she saw the girl lying on the kang, she rushed over and burst into tears: "Wuuuuuu, girl, you are scared to death!" Maid..."

  Hearing the maidservant's cries, Duan Wenbai raised his heels and went in. When he saw the girl, he was completely relieved, and his expression was relieved: "Great, Qingqing, you're fine..."

  The young girl sitting leaning against her was like a waterfall of blue silk, her face was as pale as snow, her black eyes were slightly rippling, and she felt a little doubtful in her heart.

  She didn't know the girl who called herself a servant; she didn't know the middle-aged man who called her "Qingqing".

  She mourned the death of her mother, and when she was on the way, she slipped down the hillside and fell into a coma, and then woke up at the old couple's home. The old couple were kind-hearted and took good care of her. She would have bid farewell after raising her for two more days, but they didn't expect these strange people to appear.

  They recognized her as a girl named "Qingqing". If she hadn't confirmed that she hadn't changed, she would have thought that the bizarre stories her mother had told about reviving the dead had come true.

   Seeing the girl's silence, the maid panicked: "Girl, what's wrong with you? Did you get hurt somewhere..."

  Duan Wenbai also showed concern and asked questions.

  Whether it is a maidservant or a middle-aged man, their expressions are not fake. The girl hesitated for a moment, and said, "You have mistaken the person."

   "Girl, what are you talking about?" The servant girl was startled for a moment, and then her expression suddenly changed as she seemed to think of something, "Girl, you didn't lose your memory when you hit your head like the storybook said, right?"

  The Great Xia Dynasty has been stable for a long time, especially in the capital. From the nobles down to the common people, the storybook is an indispensable pastime, and in the past two years, the whole people have become obsessed with it.

   "I'm not your girl." The girl was full of doubts, but her tone was calm.

  Duan Wenbo looked at the girl carefully, and he was sure that she was a niece. Whether it's because of this girl's brain problem or her temper, it's not appropriate to stay in this small mountain village for a long time. He sighed and persuaded: "Qingqing, go back home with your uncle to see the doctor first, your grandmother can't eat a few bites of food because she misses you these two days."

  The girl shook her head: "You really misidentified the person—"

   "Then who do you think you are?" Duan Wenbai interrupted Xin You.

   "I am—" the girl paused.

  The image of corpses all over the ground appeared in front of her eyes, causing her to close her eyes unconsciously. When she opened them again, those eyes were like a deep pool, unable to penetrate a ray of light.

  She came to Beijing to find out the murderer who killed her mother, Xin You, but she couldn't say.

   "Qingqing, it's not uncommon for you to bump your head and have memory confusion for a while. Don't feel embarrassed." Duan Wenbai swept his eyes away, and said in a deep voice, "Don't help the cousin get up yet."

  A strong woman came forward and carried Xin You on her back with the help of the maid.

  Xin You's body hasn't recovered yet, she lowered her eyes slightly, accepting this undeniable reality for the time being.

  Duan Wenbai took out two ingots of silver ingots from the money bag to thank the old couple.

  The old man hastily declined: "I can't do it, I can't do it—"

  The old woman who had been embarrassed and silent also waved her hand and refused.

   "If the old man doesn't accept it, it will appear that we are ungrateful." Duan Wenbai stuffed the silver ingot into the old man's hand and walked out.

  Many villagers stood outside the yard watching the fun, and their eyes fell on Xin You who was being carried by the maid.

   "I don't know which family's girl it was, but Old Wangtou saved her."

   "Old Wangtou is lucky."

  The idea of ​​the villagers is very simple: Lao Wangtou saved the girl from a wealthy family, and the girl's family can give him a little reward, which is enough for Lao Wang to make a fortune.

   These whispered comments reached Xin You's ears, making her turn her head.

   "Grandpa Wang, Grandma Wang, I will come back to see you when I recover."

  My mother said that you must not have the heart of harming others, and you must not have the heart of guarding against others. If this kind-hearted old couple arouses the jealousy of bad people because of her, it will be her fault.

  The old couple said repeatedly: "Miss, go home with peace of mind."

  A green curtained carriage stopped quietly at the entrance of the village, and as Xinyou was helped into the carriage, the carriage slowly drove away from the small village.

   Along the road, the scenery of green hills and exotic flowers blooming gradually turned into shops, and the flow of people was like weaving. When the carriage stopped, thanks to the help of the maid who insisted that her girl lost her memory, Xin You knew the general situation of Qingqing.

This girl named Kou Qingqing is the only daughter of the magistrate. Four years ago, her father died unexpectedly on the way to another post. After hearing the bad news, her already sick mother got worse and desperately arranged for someone to send her 12-year-old daughter to the capital. Her natal family passed away. The prefect's beloved daughter has become the cousin girl of Shaoqing's mansion, and she has lived here for almost four years.

  The maidservant's name is Xiaolian, a maid brought by Kou Qingqing from home. Duan Wenbai, who led people to look for her niece, was the **** son of Kou Qingqing's grandmother, and it was her uncle, Duan Wensong, the Shaoqing of Taipusi, who supported the Shaoqing mansion.

   "I'm worried about my grandmother dying, my Qingqing..." Xin You entered a room, and before she could clearly see the people in the room, she was embraced by an old lady in rich clothes.

   Strange smell, strange people.

  Xin You moved uncomfortably, but was finally let go by the old lady.

   "Qingqing, are you okay? Is there any discomfort?"

   The one who spoke was a woman under forty years old, wearing a light coffee and flowered beanie, with a concerned smile on her face. Xin You guessed that this should be Kou Qingqing's eldest aunt, Qiao Shi.

  Another woman looked younger than Qiao Shi. When she met Xin You's gaze, she nodded to her to show her comfort. This should be Kou Qingqing's second aunt Zhu Shi.

   There were four girls standing in the distance, and before Xin You could look at them one by one, the old lady said, "Xiao Lian, help the girls back to the room first, the doctor will be there soon."

   "Yes." Xiaolian bent her knees and came to help Xinyou.

  Xin You's eyes subconsciously fell on Xiao Lian's face, and she suddenly raised her hand to cover her eyes.

  There was nothing unusual before, but just now, she saw a pair of hands grabbing a soft pillow and pressing it **** a woman's head. When the woman stopped struggling, the pillow moved away, revealing a face.

  That's... Xiaolian's face.

Happy New Year.

  (end of this chapter)