Outsiders also have golden fingers

"You? Who are you?"

Zhao Fanghua was stunned. The young man in front of him looked familiar. He looked majestic and extraordinary under the candlelight. He looked like he was not an ordinary person, but why did he kneel down and kowtow to her without saying a word?

Can she, an old slave, deserve it?

After being imprisoned and working for many years, she seemed to have lost the ability to think just like the tools she had been working on for many years.

After being stunned for a while, he finally realized what he was doing. He rubbed his hands on his clothes, which had thick joints and were covered with tiny cracks and calluses from years of hard work, and helplessly helped the young man in front of him.

"May I ask who the young master is looking for? Did you recognize the wrong person?" But he couldn't help but look at him carefully.

His clothes were very ordinary, a coarse cloth shirt, long trousers and casual shoes, and his hair was wrapped in a coarse cloth turban, just like an ordinary coolie walking casually on the street, but she could tell at a glance that he was not an ordinary person.

The whole body is clean and fresh, exuding the fragrance of soap locust. The appearance is handsome and fair, and the body is straight and straight. There are no signs of being exposed to wind or sun or being bent over by heavy work.

In particular, the exposed fingers are white, slender and have clear joints. How can these be hands that do rough work?

Although the candlelight is dim and the woodshed is dilapidated, it still gives people a feeling of brilliance. But why does it feel so familiar?

Xiaojun raised his head, with tears in his eyes, looking at the woman in front of him who was full of traces of life and work.

She was only in her thirties, about the same age as Wan Yun's mother, but she seemed to be in her fifties after being devastated by life. She looked like someone from two different generations.

It was this ordinary woman who was extremely ordinary, illiterate, had never been treated well since she was a child, and had a bumpy life, but she gave him the greatest protection and the most warmth when he was young and helpless, and even protected him with her life many times. .

With my mother's temperament, if she doesn't go as far as she wants, if she doesn't agree with her, or if she violates her taboos, it's easy to kick her out. She will beat and kill people at every turn, Caiyue is an example.

The nanny has protected her many times, is she protecting her with her life?

The master and uncle were on guard outside, and there were no real masters in Zhuangzi. There were only some strong men and retired wounded soldiers acting as guards, but they were not afraid of any danger or being eavesdropped.

"Nanny, I'm Xiaojun!"

Zhao Fanghua's expression changed drastically. She quickly stepped forward and covered Xiaojun's mouth, signaling him to silence. Then she walked to the door, gently opened the door and stretched out her head to look around.

Xiaojun was in agitated mood, but the wet nurse was still the same as before, always thinking about his safety first.

"Don't worry, nanny, there are reliable people watching outside, and no one will eavesdrop."

Originally, the best thing to do was to take the wet nurse outside to talk, but the master said that Zhuangzi kept a close eye on her when she went out. As long as she was in the Zhuangzi, no one cared what she did, and no one dared to talk to them. .

Zhao Fanghua breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this. She closed the door and walked up to Xiaojun again, looking at him with a mixture of sadness and joy:

"You, are you really Xiaojun? Look like! Look like! Really like! But..."

After the excitement, she regained some of her rationality and her expression calmed down.

Over the years, the Ji family had used many tricks to trick her in order to get some "important" information out of her, and even though she was a simple person, she became wary.

"You said you are Xiaojun, what evidence do you have?"

Xiaojun looked at her straightly: "Once, my mother locked me in a small dark room for a day. I was beaten, scolded, and starved. I cried and complained to you about my grievances, and even talked about things that happened before I was one year old.

You turned pale with fear and asked me how I knew those things.

I told you that I started remembering things not long after I was born. I still remember that the clothes you were wearing on the day you came here had a little deer embroidered on them. Because your son died young, you named him Little Deer. You were so frightened that you trembled all over and repeatedly told me not to mention this matter to others, only what happened after I was three or four years old.

You looked very nervous at that time and reminded me repeatedly. I have always remembered it very well and have not forgotten it until now. "

Then he took out the sapphire lock with "black dragon and red fish head meeting" from his neck:

"Nanny, look at this. You took me to the street when I was one year old. I took it from a stall when I was young and didn't know what to do, and I even knocked a corner off it.

You had no choice but to buy it, and you also found someone to carve this little fish here and give it to me. These red colors are dyed with ink pads, and I like to use them to print little fishes on paper."

Zhao Fanghua no longer had any doubts. She stepped forward and grabbed Xiaojun's arm tightly, with a mixture of joy and sorrow on her face:

"The emperor's eldest grandson, you are indeed the emperor's eldest grandson. Look at your eyebrows and eyes. They haven't changed much since you were a child. No wonder I feel familiar when I see you!

They all said that you were killed by the Supreme Emperor and the Lu family, but I just don’t believe it!

I knew the ancestors of the Chai family would bless you. How could something happen to such a good child like you?

Otherwise they wouldn't have locked me up here and kept such a close eye on me!

I'm afraid my only role is my relationship with you, so I guess you must be alive and well hidden somewhere so that they can't find you!

Grandson of the Emperor, where have you been hiding all these years? How did you find me? "

"Nanny, please call me Xiaojun. Don't mention the title Huang Zhangsun in the future.

As for how I found out about your whereabouts, I’ll talk about that later. Anyway, I’m fine now.

I really didn’t expect Sister Caiyue to survive. You won’t be so lonely with her as your companion. I will pick you up together in the future.

Don't tell her my news yet, lest she lose her temper and leak the news.

I didn't know how I left the palace at that time. I only knew that my grandfather gave me a pill, and I didn't know anything else.

After waking up, he was floating behind a big rock on the riverside with his body covered in bruises. He was covered by thatch and branches, so he probably wasn't discovered by anyone.

Later, I crawled to the shore and was rescued and raised by kind people. They also sent me to study and practice martial arts. I also worshiped my master. The people guarding me outside were my master and uncle.

I'm fine now, and I don't plan to go back to the palace for the time being. They are all setting up a trap, waiting to kill me. I'm afraid I'll fall into a trap if I show up.

If I take you away now, it will definitely arouse their suspicion, she will implicate many innocent people, and my situation will be even more unsafe, so I can only meet with the nanny first to reassure you.

Nanny, we all need to be well. You must hold on until I am able to take you away.

I don’t dare to give you other things. Keep this cloth bag. It is full of good medicines for treating common diseases. I remember that Sister Caiyue is literate, and there is a piece of paper written very clearly in it. Don’t let anyone find it. "

Zhao Fanghua took it gratefully. Although this Zhuangzi mainly grows medicinal materials, it does not mean that they will have medicines for their illnesses.

At most, the stewards and servants who knew a little about medicine would give them some scraps of medicinal materials that were roughly suitable for the symptoms and drink them. Whether they could be cured or not depended on luck.

This is really useful for her.

She knew that the emperor's eldest grandson, no, Xiaojun, was the best child in the world.