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Chapter 2 The Father Comes
Yangjia Village is located in a narrow area of ​​Qingcheng County in the northeast of Qi State.

Apart from knowing the name, Sanskrit has also heard about their so-called female precepts, female virtues, female reds, and female training. Most of these were mentioned by my difficult teacher too casually. I will tell her what to do.

The more I listened to Sanskrit, the more I felt that there was nothing wrong with being a little nun. I watched those people who were blinded by the world obsessed with magic obstacles all day long. How could I have a vegetarian diet and recite a few words of Amitabha to relieve my worries?
She was tired from working hard in her previous life, but in this life, God has blessed her and allowed her to have a clean life.

It's a pity that it didn't take long before today's incident happened. Even though she had memories of her previous life, she is only a ten-year-old nun now. Decided to leave, but also thought for a long time without a clue.

Now I can only take one step and look at one step, at least I must first know what kind of person my "father" is.

After Sanskrit changed his clothes and sat there quietly, Mrs. Chen looked at her for a long time.

But she remained motionless like a wooden stake. If it weren't for the occasional raised fingers, Mrs. Chen would have thought she was asleep, and knocked two melon seeds hard. Mrs. Chen spat out the skin and opened her mouth and said:
"Fourth Miss."

"Huh?" Sanskrit responded, then turned to look at Mrs. Chen, "What's the matter with you?"

Mrs. Chen quickly waved her hand, "It's all right."

Although she shook her head again and again, Mrs. Chen was also surprised that she had entered the role so quickly. She intended to say a few words, but after thinking about it, Mrs. Yang didn't order her, so she didn't dare to talk too much. Impatient, she went to the door and called her granddaughter to watch, and she went to rest in the side room.

The little girl is younger than Fanyin, and she has never met Fanyin, but she knows that there is a Buddhist hall in the mansion, and now seeing Fanyin's bald head and appearance in a monk's robe, she can't help but look up and down.

"What else do you do besides chanting scriptures?"

The little girl couldn't help being bored, Fanyin replied: "Copy the scriptures and listen to the master's lectures."

"Being vegetarian, aren't you greedy?" The little girl was full of curiosity.

Fanyin pursed her lips, but didn't answer, why isn't she greedy?She has always wondered whether she killed too many animals as a chef in her previous life, so God made her a vegetarian nun in this life.

The two paused for a while, and there was no outsider in the room. Sanskrit asked in a thoughtful manner:
"Do you know what kind of person the third master is? I don't know, I'm afraid of admitting mistakes and saying wrong." Fanyin's face was a little timid, and the little girl wanted to speak, but she didn't know what to say, so she shook her head, " I have no idea."

"Then what do you know about him?" Sanskrit asked again, the little girl's face turned red and embarrassed, "I still don't know."

Seemingly feeling that this was a bit embarrassing, the little girl mulled for a long time and forced out the words:
"When the third master left, I was still young and couldn't even speak, but according to my mother, he was not born to Mrs. Yang, and he didn't even know that his wife and child were dead. No, you now It's his child."

Seeing Sanskrit frowned, the little girl thought she didn't believe what she said, "What I say is true, it's what my mother said, and my mother never lied to me."

Sanskrit smiled and nodded, then continued to sit without speaking.

The little girl felt bored and wanted to leave, but Mrs. Chen asked her to stay here again. She wanted to talk, but she was afraid that she would not be able to answer Sanskrit's questions, so she hesitated and fidgeted.

Fanyin didn't care about her, and the simple sentence that she was not her own had already revealed a lot.

No wonder Mrs. Yang came up with the trick of impersonating her. It turned out that she was afraid that her third son would stir up old troubles with her. Now her eldest son is Lizheng of Yangjiacun. A mere Lizheng, how can it compare to a high-ranking official in the imperial court?

It seems that Mrs. Yang must have been guilty of the death of the mother and daughter, otherwise she would not have dared to speak up.

There is always a cause and effect when something goes wrong, even if it is hidden this time, what will happen in the future?Unless he figured out something, Yang Zhiyuan couldn't take his daughter away, and he couldn't blame them.

Thinking of Sanskrit, from hair to toes, would the old lady's heart be so cruel?

Seeing that Sanskrit had a bad face, the little girl couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, I just don't know what to do." Sanskrit perfunctory, at this time Mrs. Chen came back from outside, the little girl was relieved, and jumped out without saying a word.

"Miss Si, the third master has arrived. We will see you later. Do you remember what the old lady ordered?" Mrs. Chen was also a little nervous, thinking that Mrs. Yang had specially instructed that if something went wrong, she would To kill them, no one dares to relax at this time.

Sanskrit nodded, "I remember it all."

Mrs. Chen was worried, and told her again: "When you enter the door, you first pay respects to the old lady, and then you just listen to what the old lady says, and you don't need to speak again."

"I see." Sanskrit responded, and Mrs. Chen led her to the front yard.

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In the big house in the main courtyard, the eldest master Yang Zhifei, the second master Yang Zhiqi and the old lady Yang were all there.

Yang Zhiyuan looked around the room with his hands behind his back, at the calligraphy and paintings on the walls, at the tea sets on the table, and then at the white-glazed hollow-carved plum vase. No one knew what he was thinking.

"Third brother, you are the most promising person in the Yang Family Village. Now everyone in the village is waiting to see you. You have also brought glory to our family. Since you are coming back this time, let's stay longer and pay homage to our ancestors. It may be a long time since the three of us brothers have reminisced about the old days, and my mother is always thinking about you."

After Yang Zhifei finished speaking, the old lady coughed lightly, stared at him before she opened her mouth, "... I know you blame me for not telling you about Liu's death, but I also know that you were the one who was taking the imperial examination at that time. At this critical moment, I’m afraid there will be a delay, it’s all my fault inside and out, don’t blame your elder brother and second brother, it’s because I stopped them from speaking, and I even tore up the letter to be sent..."

Old Madam Yang said, with tears in her eyes again, Yang Zhiqi frowned aside and said:

"How can you blame mother, the third brother is not an ignorant person!"

Seeing that Yang Zhiyuan still didn't say a word, Yang Zhifei couldn't help but sighed. The mother and son looked at each other in private, with the word "don't understand" written on their faces. What exactly does Yang Zhiyuan want to do?After entering the room, he didn't say a word, just saw the child.

Old Mrs. Yang wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief guiltily, but forgot to sprinkle a lot of ginger juice in order to pretend to cry, and the choked tears could not be stopped.

"Third brother, what are your plans? Let us know and make arrangements in advance so as not to delay the time." Yang Zhifei suppressed the anger in his heart, and flattered him with a pleasing expression on his face.

Although he is the eldest in the family, ordinary people are not comparable to the official family. If an official is born in the family, he is a person who promises everything. The old man cheated with a woman outside.

Now that he has achieved great fame, no one can stop him from establishing his own family.

Yang Zhifei was timid in his heart. His mother and brother killed Yang Zhiyuan's wife and daughter. Now he still wants to win Yang Zhiyuan away from his own family. This matter is really difficult!
If Yang Zhiyuan really has this kind of thought, his position of Li Zheng will be lost!

The only younger brother in the Yang family village who has a reputation has drawn a clear line from his own family. What else in the village does not understand?Spit stars can drown him, and they will be ashamed of him.

Thinking of this, Yang Zhifei's eyes became more intimate and urgent.Although Yang Zhiyuan is a man in his thirties, he has studied hard outside for many years. Although his face has the aura of an official, there is also a vicissitudes honed by the years. He turned around slowly to look at them, and said:

"There's no rush for this matter. It's not too late to discuss it after seeing Huai Liu, but we still have to go to worship the ancestors."

"Okay, then I'll arrange it immediately." Yang Zhifei agreed, but he was surprised that he valued his daughter so much.

This is also a guilty conscience, because his daughter is an impostor.

"Thank you, brother." Yang Zhiyuan's words were polite, with a strange sense of distance, which made Yang Zhifei open his mouth for a long time and didn't know what to say.

Mrs. Yang's heart trembled, and she choked up and said hoarsely:

"That child is also a filial person, Mrs. Liu... After the death of Mrs. Liu, she will shave off her hair and become a nun, and chant Buddha mourning for her mother. It is also to ask the Buddha to bless you so that you can gain fame. He refuses to go out in the Buddhist hall, his thin body makes me feel pitiful, but no matter how much I persuade him, he refuses to go back..."

The old lady pretended to cry, and she peeked at Yang Zhiyuan's reaction from the corner of her eye. Seeing that he was still looking at the hollowed and carved plum vase without saying a word, the old lady could only pretend to wipe away her tears.

"Why hasn't that child come yet?" Yang Zhiqi changed the subject, impatient to wait in his heart, he wished for a result earlier, so as not to get anxious and angry, and his heart seemed to be on fire.

As soon as the words were finished, Mrs. Chen entered the room with a smile all over her face, "Old lady, gentlemen, Miss Fourth is here!"

Yang Zhiyuan turned around immediately, without the calmness just now, his eyes were filled with anticipation, and even his hands trembled.

Yang Zhifei hurried to his side, Yang Zhiqi and Mrs. Yang looked at each other, and they both took a few steps forward, obviously wanting Sanskrit to come in and seeing them first.

Fanyin stepped over the threshold of the house, and saw a strange face staring at her closely. While looking at each other, she saw expectations, longing, and an indescribable sense of judgment and resentment in the man's eyes. .

This should be his "father", right?

"Grandmother, Uncle." Sanskrit whispered a few words, bowed his head and saluted, Yang Zhiyuan kept staring at her, from top to bottom, from bottom to top, wishing to see how many hair roots were on her bald little head See everything clearly.

"Girl, why didn't you call your father? Your father came back to see you!"

Mrs. Yang reminded her, and then reprimanded Mrs. Chen, "What did you do? You are so haggard. I told you not to tell the fourth young lady the news that the third master came back in advance, which made her worry about it restlessly, as if I abused her." , how can I explain to Zhiyuan!"

A scolding was to push all the responsibility away, Yang Zhiyuan didn't bother to listen to her guilty conscience, and looked straight at Sanskrit, bloodshot from his eyes, which made Sanskrit a little flustered.

He won't see that he is a fake, will he?

(End of this chapter)