Lady forced to seek prince

Chapter 244: Little Prince?
Mrs. Yang was taken aback when she heard that, she just felt that her little granddaughter was talking nonsense, but she began to look out of the room subconsciously.

"That little mute in the village?" Mrs. Yang asked, "Where is it?"

Zhao Luoyang said: "He has been here, but I'm not sure at that time."

came?

Mrs. Yang was even more confused. Why couldn't she remember when she came here?She went through all the female dolls who came and went these days, and there was no one who looked like a little mute.

Zhao Luoyang said: "It's that prince."

Old Mrs. Yang stared at her little granddaughter, and said after a while, "What are you talking about? Don't lie to your grandma, that Prince...is a man, how could he be a little dumb?"

But thinking about it carefully, hey, no, at that moment she felt that Mr. Wang looked familiar.

"The little mute is also... a girl wearing a boy's clothes? Is it the same as that... Sui Ji?"

Mrs. Yang thought it was possible, but why didn't the little mute say it?
Zhao Luoyang shook his head: "Grandma, the little mute is just a man."

Old Mrs. Yang couldn't believe it, she kept shaking her head, no, no, the little mute was clearly a girl doll, she even brushed the hair of the little mute and painted his eyebrows with charcoal.

One year, for the celebration, she even smeared the faces of her little granddaughter and the little mute, and wandered around the village with the two dolls. The fake grandmother of the little mute looked angry and scolded her a few words.

She forgot what she was scolding, but she remembered that the two talked with their hands on their hips for a long time, her throat was dry, and she poured a ladle of cold water after returning.

At that time, she told the little mute what to do.Let the little mute grow up well, marry a good man in the future, have a bunch of babies, and be angry with his old thing.

"Impossible," Mrs. Yang said firmly, "You must have been bluffed."

"Grandma, think about it carefully," Zhao Luoyang said, "Are you sure that the little mute is a female doll? Have you... seen it?"

Mrs. Yang is not young, but how could it be said by her granddaughter?Her eyes widened even further.

"A girl's family, how can you say such a thing?" She reached out to hit her little granddaughter, but she was still reluctant, so she put her hands behind her back and started grinding on the spot.

no.

She seemed to want to change the little mute's clothes, but he didn't agree, she just felt that the boy had a strange temper and was shy.

Now think about it...

No wonder the little dumb fake grandmother looked at her that way, as if she was a mallet.

Well, wait for her here.

"Don't play with him, don't go to Wangjiazhuangzi again," Mrs. Yang warned her little granddaughter resentfully, "I don't know which sentence is true or false."

Unless she sees it with her own eyes...

Bah, what is she looking at? If the little mute is a prince, he is probably a man. Whose girl is so tall?

Besides, at that time the little granddaughter and the little mute often went out hand in hand, now it seems a bit late to say that they are not allowed to come and go.

"Grandma, don't blame him," Zhao Luoyang said, "At that time, the fake grandmother deliberately kidnapped him and asked his family members for money. The little mute could only pretend that his mind was broken, and listened to what the fake grandmother said. I can't say it, and I haven't thought about how to say it. If it doesn't work, it will implicate us, or if the fake grandmother finds out, it may kill him."

Maybe when they grow up, they will think of various ways. At that time, they were really too young, and they had to tell where their home was when they asked for help, but he knew that the family didn't want him to go back alive.

After thinking about it, Mrs. Yang seemed to be doing the same thing.

"He's from the Wang family?" Mrs. Yang said, "I told you all this time? Didn't I lie to you?"

Zhao Luoyang nodded: "Yes, but he is not from the Wang family, his surname is Xiao. Do you remember Wu Weijun?"

His surname is Xiao, and he is also related to Wu Weijun.

Old lady Yang gasped this time.She didn't want to listen to the future. What she learned today was getting bigger and bigger. The little mute had turned into a boy, and her status was not ordinary.

Zhao Luoyang said: "His name is Xiao Yu, if I'm right, he is the young prince Yu."

Little Prince Yu and the others don't understand, and many things are rumored in the market. These news are inaccurate, but people like Nie Shuang, Huai Guang, and Zhao Jingyun are in front of them, and Zhao Luoyang can determine the identity of the little mute based on this. .

Old Madam Yang was stunned for a long while, feeling ruthless in her heart, pinched her thigh, causing her to frown immediately in pain.

Knowing that her grandma couldn't accept it for a while, Zhao Luoyang said patiently: "When we were in Min County, Master Nie came here, and he should have followed his orders. Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence?"

"Our village is still guarded by his people. The last time I cooked mutton soup, I guessed this, so I went out to find them and bring them here."

"And Mr. Zhao, the steward next to the little mute, talks to Mr. Zhao like a colleague, without honorifics. I found the strangeness from these."

If there is a place to sit here, Mrs. Yang must sit down and relax, but now that the house is empty, she can only stand and enjoy herself.

Zhao Luoyang continued: "The little mute is also seriously injured. He concealed his identity and came to Taozhou to recuperate, because he was afraid that outsiders would know about him."

When Mrs. Yang heard that the injury was serious, she immediately remembered the matter of Mr. Wang fainting in the village, and immediately became concerned: "How sick is the child? Can he recover?"

Look, Zhao Luoyang thought about it, her grandma's heart is softer than hers.

Zhao Luoyang said: "I often fall asleep and try to talk to me. It seems that I won't recover for a while. After he returned home, his life was not good. The family members seemed to prefer him to die outside."

"This is a human thing?" Mrs. Yang had an angry look on her face, "How can you still think like this? A dog can't eat your conscience? If the child survives, it's a blessing from eight lifetimes of cultivation. It's not good. Be careful, if you really don't want to want it, you might as well not come to admit it, these wealthy families have a lot of crooked intestines, they only think about what is good for them, and they don't take any kind of family relationship lightly, it's a pity for that child."

In his mind, Shi Jiu, who had been listening to the conversation between his grandfather and grandson, felt that the soft place in his heart had been hit hard.

For so many years, no one has said such a thing.

When he came home, there was a banquet at home, and his mother cried and laughed in front of the guests with her arms around him, but when the party was over, he was left in a corner.

No one cares, no one really cares.

It's just that it will be mentioned when it is useful.

"I didn't tell my father about this, but I just thought about this family, like a mirror in my mother's heart," Zhao Luoyang said, "After my mother knows, I will decide whether to tell others."

"Don't tell me yet," Old Madam Yang said, "Didn't you say that the child came here secretly to recuperate? It would be bad if you knew about it."

Zhao Luoyang nodded.

Mrs. Yang thought of something again, and stared at her little granddaughter: "You go to Wang's Zhuangzi and be alone with him? Isn't your third uncle here?"

Zhao Luoyang said: "Yes, my third uncle is doing other things."

Old Madam Yang frowned: "How old is a girl, how can she not avoid suspicion? You can't believe everything the little mute says, what if he tricks you?"

Shi Jiu's heart sank, as if Mrs. Yang hadn't had a good time.

Zhao Luoyang said: "Grandma, think about it, just like Prince Wang, what can he do, I can poke him to lie down with one finger."

Shi Jiu thought about Zhao Luoyang's fingers, he was not necessarily so delicate.

Old lady Yang rolled her eyes.

"Let me tell you, don't be vigilant just thinking about those feelings when you were young. After all, a man is a man. After being separated for so long, do you know what he is thinking now? Has it changed?"

This is true.

Zhao Luoyang nodded: "My grandma is right, I listen to my grandma."

Shi Jiu sighed quietly, it seems that it will be even more difficult to deceive people in the future.

Mrs. Yang felt that she still had to think about it carefully, and the grandfather and grandson muttered for a while, anyway, the little mute was on the Zhuangzi, and she had to let her know about her granddaughter's dealings with the little mute in the future, and she had to take good care of it.

When she was sleeping at night, Mrs. Yang was still thinking about this matter. The little granddaughter had been thinking about the little mute. Now that the two of them met, she had to cheer up.

Although the little granddaughter is smart, she is young after all.

"Oh." Old lady Yang sighed silently.

Tell me, how did the little mute become Prince Yu?It still wasn't true in her mind.

Shi Jiu also stayed up all the time. He listened quietly to Mrs. Yang's movements, not knowing how to make Mrs. Yang put down her guard.

Zhao Luoyang fell asleep soundly.

Shi Jiu sighed softly, did she have nothing to hide in her heart, or was it not worth her thinking about it?
……

Three days passed.

Zhao Xueyi and Niu's father and son made three troughs for feeding the lambs, and Mr. Song's loom has also been developed. It is not easy to make a loom now, but you can try to repair the old looms in the village.

Zhao Luoyang felt that the result was pretty good, so he didn't wait any longer, and took his fourth uncle, Niu's father and son, and Widow Xie to the village together.

(End of this chapter)