Commander's Destiny

Chapter 95
He is a hale and hearty old man who looks almost octogenarian.After taking the hat I handed him, he licked the sable tail fluff on it with his old fingers, squinted his eyes and stared at me, and asked after a while: "Where are you from? When did you enter the palace again, why haven't I seen you before?"

I didn't know the depth of the other party, so I had to answer respectfully: "My lord, this servant has just reached the age of hairpin this year, so she came from Jiuyuan, Bingzhou to enter the palace."

"Very good, very good," he patted my head after hearing this, and then leaned over to my ear and asked softly, "Are you willing to leave the palace and come to my house?"

I didn't expect that such a respectable old man was actually a frivolous person like many hypocrites in the court. Seeing him like this, I didn't dare to answer any more questions.

Seeing that I was speechless, he understood instantly, and quickly added an explanation: "Don't get me wrong, I can be your grandfather even if I am old. I am old and frail, and I can't do many things. I just want to find a smart Little girl, there is no other meaning in taking care of some important things at home."

Hearing what he said, I hastily explained: "Damn my servant, it's not that I maliciously speculate on your lord, it's just that there are too many hypocrites in this court, it's all because I haven't met you before, and I don't know your surname Gao Great name."

"It's okay, it's okay, I can't blame you, I've been sick at home all the time, but you must have heard of me, my name is Wang Yun, I'm an official servant, I wonder if you would like to come out of the palace and come to my house?" Wang Yun put the hat on his head, and waited for my reply with a smile behind his back.

It turns out that this old man is Wang Yun, and his reputation has always been praised in the Qing Dynasty. Whether it is the general He Jin who was in power before, or Dong Zhuo, the Xiliang army who just seized power, they all look at him favorably.

I have always heard that Dong Zhuo is violent and lustful, so instead of staying in the palace and waiting to be slaughtered by him, it is better to take this opportunity to go out of the palace with Wang Yun to avoid disaster, thinking of this, I agreed to Wang Yun.

After Wang Yun's operations, I left the palace and came to his residence.

I thought Wang Yun was asking me to be a servant girl in charge, but I didn't expect him to recognize me as a righteous daughter.

Not only did he treat me like a lady from an official family, but he also took good care of me, treating me like his own daughter.

I was born cold and cold because of my Yaoling physique, so my adoptive father asked his servants to make ginseng and bird's nest decoction, and made me drink it with Dendrobium dendrobium. A cup of red dates, lotus seeds and tremella soup, or a bowl of red bean glutinous rice balls.

Compared with the precious Chinese herbal medicines served by servants every day, the small desserts made by my adoptive father are my favorite.

The days passed day by day like this, but the home of the adoptive father was not as he said, there was something that required me to work hard, and what puzzled me the most was that some singers and dancers were often invited, Taught me to play the piano and dance, and there are also some luthiers, chess masters and famous calligraphers and painters who often come to teach me the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

This kind of life always gave me an unreal feeling of being rewarded for nothing, and finally one day I couldn't sit still, and ran to ask my adoptive father, but my foster father said, I am still young, it is always good to learn more.

I was very helpless to hear that, but I didn't want to disobey my foster father, because when I thought of those concubines who were tortured to death by Dong Zhuo, I felt that my foster father was really kind to me.

Not long after that, Dong Zhuo had just been promoted to be Shang Shuling's adoptive father, and at the same time took over Situ's position, becoming the veritable head of civil servants in the court.

However, whenever the adoptive father returned home from court, the smile on his face became less and less.

After dinner one day, I saw my adoptive father walking in the garden with a sad face, and sighed from time to time.

I couldn't bear it, and wanted to comfort my adoptive father, so I went to the pavilion in the garden and sat down to wait for him.

Sure enough, my adoptive father saw me sitting on the stone platform sullenly, and came up to ask: "Cicada, is there something on your mind? Why are you still sitting here late at night?"

When I heard that my adoptive father was an important matter in the imperial court, I was worried all day long, but I could still think about myself, so I told the whole story: "My foster father has treated me with great kindness, and I have always hoped that I can repay you. I saw you recently I was always frowning, especially tonight, and I was even more restless, so I guessed that there must be something important, and it was very difficult, and I didn't know if I could help, so I was depressed. "

What I said moved my adoptive father, and I could see that some tears were beginning to come out of his eyes.

But he hesitated for a while, but still did not tell me the whole truth, just sighed softly, and then said to me gently: "It's okay, Chan'er, I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me. I'm worried It's some important family and country affairs, you can't help much, and even if you can help, I don't want you to get involved in it."

I already felt the powerlessness of my adoptive father, and when I heard him say that, that kind of powerless grievance mixed with a little girl's unwillingness, instantly made me burst into tears.I cried that night, and cried so sadly.I don't remember how I parted from my adoptive father in the end, I just remember the tears that accompanied me to sleep and dried up on the pillow the next day.

After waking up, I kept thinking, as long as I can help my adoptive father, even if it means going up a mountain of swords or going down into a sea of ​​flames, I will do whatever it takes.

Finally one day, I waited for an opportunity to help my adoptive father.

That day was the birthday that the adoptive father announced to the outside world, but the birthday banquet was fake, but the plan to rebel against Dong was true.

But I didn't expect that just after the banquet, a heroic man with big eyes and round face barged in without any congratulatory gifts.

Everyone was startled by the long knife in his waist, thinking that Dong Zhuo had discovered the plan.But when everyone looked carefully, they found that there was only one person coming, not a single soldier followed.

It turned out that the birthday of the adoptive father had invited many ministers in the court, but only the Captain Sili, who was also flattering on the surface, but hated Dong Zhuo in private, was so itch.

And the person who broke into the birthday banquet suddenly was none other than Cao Cao and Cao Mengde, the Captains of Sili.

Seeing that Cao Cao had come, the adoptive father didn't say anything, but asked someone to add a seat for him in the last place, and serve wine and food.

Seeing this, Cao Cao seemed to understand the deep meaning of his adoptive father. After drinking heavily during the banquet, he deliberately overturned the banquet and complained in great displeasure: "Actually, I have known for a long time that Wang Situ is using the name of birthday to act Gathered people to discuss the matter of opposing the chairman. Instead of reporting on you, I came to congratulate you. Unexpectedly, Wang Situ did not accept my favor and let me sit at the last small table. I see your birthday banquet, I It doesn't matter if you don't come."

The adoptive father heard this, and immediately shouted loudly: "You rascal, you've gone crazy with drinking, come and drive him out of the house."

So Cao Cao was kicked out of Situ's mansion in front of all the ministers in the court.

After Cao Cao left, the birthday banquet quickly ended.

Not long after, my adoptive father knocked on my door with a bowl of red bean glutinous rice balls that he cooked himself.

(End of this chapter)