There is a black lotus in the deep palace

Chapter 284 A Prophecy

The so-called hero saving the beauty is really a prophecy.

The next day, when they were about to take a good turn around Huai'anfu Street, to appreciate the elegant demeanor they saw for the first time in the south of the Yangtze River.

A disheveled young woman with straw stuck into her body knelt down in front of Xia Houjue with a plop.

"Grandpa, please do me a favor. I beg you to reward me with a few taels of silver for burying my father. I am willing to be an ox or a horse for you. I will remember your benefits for the rest of my life and repay you well."

Even though the woman is skinny, unkempt, disheveled, and ragged, it can still be seen that she has good features and beautiful features, and she is at the age of eighteen or nineteen.

She knelt on the ground and cried, holding Xia Houjue's leg tightly with both hands, no matter how hard Li Dequan tried, she couldn't pull it away.

It made Xia Houjue's precious blue brocade robe dirty and wrinkled.

"Bold pariah, hurry up and let go, do you know who our master is?" Li Dequan scolded angrily.

"The little girl doesn't know, the little girl only knows that these young masters must be from rich and noble families. You look kind and kind, you must be a good person, you must save me, I don't want to be dragged into the brothel, please help me merciful……"

"If you have something to say, let go first." Li Dequan glanced at Tang Wanning cautiously, and hurriedly went to pull the woman again.

Xia Houjue stopped suddenly, "Wait."

He slowly lowered his head and looked carefully at the woman's eyebrows and eyes, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, which was fleeting.

"Let go of your hand first, I will help if I can, it doesn't have to be like this." His tone was milder than before.

Tang Wanning didn't pay much attention, she was still immersed in the woman's sentence 'You look kind and kind'.

She couldn't figure it out, Xia Houjue's paralyzed face was so kind, could it be that he was not a 'son', so he wasn't kind?

The woman let go of her hand when she heard the words: "Thank you, my lord, it's the little girl who lost her composure."

She wiped her face with her sleeve indiscriminately, stood up weeping with joy, Xia Houjue frowned slightly, and glanced at Li Dequan.

"Look for someone to take her to take a bath and change clothes first," he said, walking towards a teahouse on the street.

"Yes!" Li Dequan said yes, turned and left.

……

An hour later, Li Dequan brought the woman to Xia Houjue. At this time, the girl changed into a cotton floral dress, a simple bun on her head, and two velvet flowers.

She looked no longer like the beggar she was just now, but she was still thin. Her empty cheeks, vegetable-green complexion and pale lips all showed that this body had never had a full meal.

Xia Houjue frowned and looked up and down several times before asking tentatively.

"What's your name?"

"The little girl's name is Dong Xianglan. She is a native of Huai'an Prefecture. Her family was poor since she was a child. Only my father and I depended on each other. Two years ago, my father was ill and all the money in the family was used to buy medicine. Unfortunately, the disease still has not been cured. My father died half a month ago, and the family didn't even have money for the burial, so the little girl had to come out and sell herself to bury her father..."

She said sobbing and crying.

Xia Houjue's face darkened, and he asked again: "What about your mother?"

"My mother was not with me since I was a child. I haven't seen her very much. I only vaguely remember that when I was very young, she was working as a nanny for a wealthy family."

"After a few years, my mother went away, and my father said that no one was alive but no dead body."

"About how long? How many years ago?" Xia Houjue's face became darker, even a little anxious.

Tang Waning looked at him several times in puzzlement, and complained in her heart that this man was crazy, he couldn't really be a childhood sweetheart, could he?

"I don't remember either? Why do you ask this?"

The girl's eyes were not as bright as stars like others, but rather dull, with a look of being tortured by life.

"I heard from my father that it was when I was three years old. Since then, I have never worn the clothes my mother brought back to me."

"My father said that all the clothes my mother brought back were unwanted clothes from rich families. It's a pity to throw away the bright yellow clothes, so I wore them all for me."

The girl bowed her head and twisted her fingers after she finished speaking. A poor girl like her probably can't even afford a handkerchief.

"What did you say?!! Huang Chengcheng?" Tang Wanning looked at Xia Houjue, who was already shocked to petrification.

Huang Chengcheng, this color is not a color that can only be used by members of the royal family. Does he have any relationship with this girl?Did she really meet her old friend?
Xia Houjue was stunned for a while, and murmured two names: "Xianglan, Lanxiang, Xianglan, Lanxiang..."

"You are Dong Lanxiang?" A look of surprise suddenly flashed in the woman's withered eyes.

"You... I used this name before, how do you know?"

"The surname is Dong, a person from Huai'an, and a daughter named Lanxiang, who was rewarded by the queen mother. You are indeed Dong's daughter."Xia Houjue suddenly affirmed it firmly.

There is a kind of affirmation called intuition, and there is a kind of intuition called fate.

Many years ago, Madam Dong's family went to Beijing to make a living. Momo Dong had just given birth to a child, and because of her good looks and good health, she was selected into the palace as a nurse for the prince.

The master she served was Empress Jing Minxian, who had just given birth to the emperor's eldest son. Two years later, Madam Dong became the steward and gave birth to her second child, named Lan Xiang.

Dong Lanxiang happened to be two years younger than the eldest son of the emperor, and was often brought into the palace by Madam Dong to play. Xia Houjue liked this little sister who was about his own age very much.

When a five-year-old comes back from school every day, he will shake his head at Xiao Lanxiang, who is just two or three years old, who looks like a scholar.

The big and the small play together very well, this is one of the few warmths in Xia Houjue's childhood long ago.

The accident at the age of five took away the life of the queen mother, and all the attendants around the mother were also dealt with.

After so many years, he thought that the wet nurse's family would be gone long ago, but he didn't expect to meet again in this way today.

The word fate is really wonderful.

"I thought that after all these years, you've already passed away..." Xia Houjue's eyes blushed uncontrollably.

When Nanny Dong was alive, she was deeply loved by the queen mother, and Dong Xianglan in front of him was the only daughter of Nanny Dong, and one of the few people in his memory who was related to the queen mother.

After so many years, they didn't die. Sure enough, the sky had eyes and let him meet them.

"You are..." Dong Xianglan was very surprised.

"You don't remember me?" Xia Houjue's eyes were full of anticipation, as if he could see his mother again by grabbing the straw of an old friend.

"I don't remember..." Dong Xianglan shook her head, "Who are you? Could it be that my mother was your wet nurse?"

(End of this chapter)