The ultimate rebirth of the abandoned woman

Chapter 764 Extra Chapter 04 I am...

On the official road leading to Luoyang, a caravan was driving slowly. In front of and on both sides of the queue were bodyguards hired at high prices, and behind them were carriages full of goods.

In addition to the trucks, there are also several exquisite carriages. Judging from the decoration of these carriages, it is obvious that the owner of the caravan is riding in them.

But following these carriages, there was an unremarkable two-person carriage, with a coachman and a woman driving in front, and two women, one old and one young, were sitting in the carriage.

"Grandma, why are we going to Luoyang?"

The young woman looked about thirteen or fourteen years old. It was the first time in her life that she traveled far away, and she opened the curtain of the car to look at the scenery outside from time to time along the way.

In a daze, she heard the escort outside shouting that she was about to arrive in Luoyang. She lowered the curtains of the ginger car and curiously asked the old woman beside her.

The old woman was about five or sixty years old, with a rosy face, and her exquisite facial features could vaguely tell how beautiful she was when she was young. Her jet-black hair was combed into a high bun, and only the silver strands on her temples revealed her age.

The old woman was wearing an ordinary skirt, and she didn't have any valuable jewelry on her body, but from her words and deeds, it could be seen that she had received a good upbringing.

Conversation is even more extraordinary.

Therefore, when discussing with the owner of the caravan, the businessman who is famous for his vicious eyes agreed almost without thinking, and even declined the money offered by the old woman's orders.

The businessman privately told his family members, "This lady is extraordinary, she must come from a rich family, and you must treat each other with courtesy." Don't think that if you have money at home, you will be frivolous. , but still from the bottom of the social class.

The merchant's wife nodded repeatedly. She was originally a woman with little knowledge, and she always respected her husband. After listening to the merchant's words, she respected the grandparents and grandchildren who were traveling with her in private. Fresh fruits and exquisite pastries were sent.

It was the first time for a young woman to see such exquisite delicacies, and she liked it very much, but she kept in mind her grandmother's teachings and did not dare to show it. When the news reported to the businessman's wife.

The businessman's wife has long listened to her husband's advice, and now, after listening to the servant's reply, she feels more and more that her husband is insightful and knowledgeable - she can remain calm after seeing such precious overseas fresh fruits. Extraordinary.

Realizing this, the merchant's wife became more respectful to them.

Sensing the hospitality of the businessman and his wife, the old woman vaguely guessed something, but she didn't show it at all, and still maintained her original attitude towards them.

On the contrary, the young woman, who had seen so much along the way, was very excited, and when there was no one, she dragged the old grandmother and chatted.

Just now, the businessman's wife ordered someone to bring a plate of golden fruit brought by a fast horse. It is said that it is a rich product in an overseas island. What is the name of the mango? .

The young woman chatted with her grandma while eating the fruit.

The old woman glanced at the fruit that was cut into inches in size, hooked the corners of her lips disapprovingly, and thought to herself, what is this, it is just one of the many fruits produced by the couple. I once ate it, and 50 years have passed in a blink of an eye, and the person has passed away, but this fruit has become popular in the Tang Dynasty.

Thinking of that man, the old woman suddenly felt an inexplicable sadness, sighed silently, and said, "Go to Luoyang to pay homage to an elder."

"Elder? Grandma's elder?"

The young woman slowly put down the bamboo stick, wiped the fruit stains on her hands and lips with a handkerchief, and asked curiously.But she secretly wondered, her biological mother died early, and her father married a bride again, just like most stepmothers in the world, the bride didn't like her very much.

The grandmother couldn't see it, so she ordered someone to take her back to the ancestral house, where she was raised by the old man herself.

It can be said that she is a child brought up by her grandmother, and she and her grandmother are even closer than the grandmother and father.But she did not dare to say that she was the person who knew her grandmother best.

In her opinion, grandma's demeanor is elegant and generous, and her speech and demeanor are even more elegant than the county magistrate's lady who is said to be from a prominent family.

In private, the stepmother scolded the grandmother for being just the daughter of the farmer, and she didn't have to pretend to be a rich lady.

Every time the young woman heard this, she was very angry, but the grandmother smiled lightly and said: "Your mother is right, grandma's 'yeah' is indeed just a farmer."

"...But grandma is more noble than all the noble girls in the world!" The young lady was so angry that she puffed her cheeks and said angrily.

"Your lady?" The old woman smiled slightly, but there was a flash of pain in her eyes, and said in a low voice, "Who am I?" Call that person Aye, and she, Aye has gone, so she can only go to worship secretly.

When the caravan entered Luoyang, the old woman came to thank and say goodbye to the owner.

"Go, follow the grandparents and grandchildren, and see where they go!" The businessman looked at the back of the carriage, beckoned to a clever servant, and ordered in a low voice.

The little servant promised and followed, and the next day, the businessman's family slept comfortably all night in the most luxurious inn in Luoyang, and the young servant came back panting and reported, "So that Mr. Mangshan, the little one chased after them on horseback, and found that they went to the cemetery of the Cui family in Boling..."

"What? The Boling Cui family? The Boling Cui family of the late Qi Guogong and Prince Fu Wenzhen?" The businessman was startled, stood up with a bang, and asked in a loud voice.

The boy wiped his sweat with his sleeves, nodded and said: "That's right, the little ones followed all the way, but when we arrived at the cemetery, there were grave guards outside the gate, so the little ones couldn't get in, so we could only watch them go in. But the little one asked quietly, and the gravekeeper said that the old woman was indeed going to pay homage to Duke Wen Zhen."

Mangshan, Boling Cui's cemetery, an old woman who has changed into plain white clothes kneels respectfully in front of a grave, staring blankly at the inscription on the tombstone, not knowing what she is thinking.

When the young woman saw her grandmother kneeling, she also hurriedly knelt down, feeling more and more suspicious: Grandma said she came to see an elder, but why did she come to the world-famous Cui family cemetery.She remembered clearly that her grandmother's surname was An, and her great-grandfather's family had no relatives named Cui.

Thinking about it, the Cui family is the number one family in the world, even the slaves and servants of the family are several times more noble than the An family.

By the way, when entering the cemetery just now, the grave guard stopped him and asked, "Who are you waiting for? Why did you enter Cui's cemetery?"

Her grandmother did not speak, but carefully took out a jade pendant from her bosom and handed it to the tomb guard, and said in a low voice, "I am his junior, I have received great kindness from him, and I am here to hear that the old man passed away. Worship!" In fact, Cui Youbo was buried with Qianling, and Mangshan Cemetery is just a tomb.

The tomb guard took a look at the jade pendant, his eyes widened suddenly, and he stared at her grandmother's face for a long time before letting them in with a contemplative expression.

The young woman was amazed. She grew up with her grandmother, who gave her many good things, but she had never seen the jade pendant.

After enduring it for a long time, she said in a low voice, "Grandma, you, who are you? Why did you come to worship Duke Wenzhen? "

who am I?
The old woman stopped in her tracks, and looked back at the man's tomb, and the memory that had been blurred in her mind became clear again——

"From now on, you are just An Ge, and have nothing to do with the Cui family, let alone the Li family and the Bai family..."

"Don't worry, you are my daughter. Although I can't give you a noble status, I can let you enjoy wealth and honor in peace!"

"An Ge, take this jade pendant with my mark on it. If you encounter any difficulties in the future, you can take this jade pendant to Luoyang to find the patriarch. He or his descendants will help you!"

The memories of childhood have long been blurred, whether it is the beautiful but scheming biological mother, the seemingly frank but despicable adoptive father, or the honest and honest An's old couple, their shadows have been gradually erased by time. In the deepest part of her memory, she Always keep that person in mind.

Her father, the world-famous prince Taifu and Song Guogong Cui Wenzhen.

Walking out of the cemetery, Cui Lingtong, the third-generation patriarch of the Cui family in Luoyang and over seventy years old, was already standing by the door. He silently looked at the old woman and asked, "Are you An Ge?"

The old woman nodded and handed him the jade pendant in her hand.

Cui Lingtong took a closer look at the jade pendant, then took out another one from his sleeve, and put the two pieces together so that they fit perfectly together, forming a seamless one.

"Okay, come with me, what's the matter, let's go home and talk about it!" After waiting for 60 years, she still came.

The old woman breathed a sigh of relief. She came here to worship her father, and to seek a future for her beloved little granddaughter. Her health was about to fail. Before she died, she wanted to entrust her granddaughter to a safe person.

The Cui family is far more reliable than their son and daughter-in-law.

……

In 2014, in a female school building of Jinghua University, a beautiful girl of eighteen or nineteen years old was holding a notebook and crackling writing something.

"Lin Qiao, what are you doing? Are you fighting on the forum again?"

The door of the dormitory was pushed open, roommate A asked with a smile seeing Lin Qiao's bulging cheeks.

It's strange to say, there are four people in their dormitory, Lin Qiao is the youngest one, she is beautiful and fashionable, she looks like a post-[-]s girl who is at the forefront of the times, why is she so 'retro' in her bones? !
It's like Tang Shi. Others are sitting on the bed, but she is always used to sitting on her knees. In summer, she even walks around in the dormitory dragging a small clog. One sentence: "You think you are from the Japanese country, and you still wear wooden clogs?!"

Lin Qiao was furious, and immediately threw back a sentence, "Do you have any culture, and you still learn from the Japanese country. I am a dignified kingdom, and only those barbarians admire us. Why do we need to learn from them?"

Then, she took the mean woman's hand and talked about the Sui and Tang Dynasties from the Wei and Jin Dynasties, from writing, wooden clogs, squatting, and banquets to the daily Tusu wine and Tang knives, all kinds of history and origins, in the final analysis, those of foreign countries The so-called national traditions were all created by our ancestors. They just used them and passed them on obediently... They only made that mean girl dizzy, and finally begged for mercy.

Lin Qiao became famous in the first battle, and people in the rivers and lakes called him "Sui and Tang Tong".

And the favorite thing for this 'Sui Tang Tong' to do on weekdays is to wander around the Tianya forum, especially the history section, and often fight with people.

Looking at her angry appearance, she probably saw another post criticizing Tang Dynasty, and she was fighting back desperately.

Not wanting roommate A to guess wrong, Lin Qiao raised his head from behind the screen, and said with a speechless expression: "No, I was reading novels at a certain point. Grandma, this author is too naive, how could Tang Chao be like this? What does it look like? It smells like braids, let me tell you—"

Seeing that Lin Qiao was about to start 'science popularization' again, Roommate A raised his hand in fear to interrupt, "Yes, yes, we know, we all know that in the Tang Dynasty, Dad was not called Dad, but Aye, and Mom was not It’s called mother, it’s called aunt... breakfast is not called breakfast, it’s called morning food, and lunch is not called lunch, it’s daytime food...”

He recited the common sense that Lin Qiao 'taught' them one by one, and finally, roommate A said helplessly: "Lin Qiao, there is no way, the Tang Dynasty is so far away from us, even if It is impossible for the Criticism Party to restore the real historical scene at that time, after all, we did not come from the Tang Dynasty..."

You are not, I am!Lin Qiao closed the notebook, complaining silently in her heart.

Looking back on the past, Lin Qiao only felt sore in her heart, woo, she missed A Niang, A Ye, A Ming, Le Youyuan from Chang'an...

Looking up and seeing Lin Qiao's lonely face, Roommate A couldn't bear it anymore, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and suggested: "Since others can't write well, why don't you simply register a vest and write an authentic history of the Tang Dynasty?" Wen, so that those stupid mortals can take a look, what is the real Tang Dynasty, what is the real orchid like a flower, and the angry horse in fresh clothes?"

After being influenced by Lin Qiao, the other three girls in the dormitory can also speak some elegant words.

"I wrote?"

When Lin Qiao heard this, his heart moved. That's right, although I left that era, I can still record it. Even if I can't go back, it is still a memory of me.

Just do it when you think about it, Lin Qiao turned on the computer again, clicked on a certain website to start registration.

Well, what should I call it?
Lin Qiao looked at the registration screen, thought for a while, tapped the keyboard, and wrote four large characters - Nanyou Qiaomu.

In a certain luxury apartment on the other side of the capital, Qi Min, who had just returned from the plane of the end of the world, took a shower, lay on the bed refreshed, concentrated his thoughts, and opened the plane system in his brain. The treasures he brought back from the end of the world, he put these treasures into the plane platform, and sold them smoothly.

After the transaction was over, Qi Min heaved a sigh of relief. He returned to the human world from the hellish apocalypse. He had the illusion of not being used to it. He lay on the bed for a while, and then he got out of bed, went to the study, turned on the computer, and entered the regular office. A few original websites, I am going to find a few YY Xiaobai articles to adjust my mood.

Familiar pages were sliding, and his eyes fell on a Sui and Tang Dynasty essay. What attracted him was not the title of the book, nor its ranking at the top of the list, but the author's name—Nanyou Qiaomu.

Qi Min rubbed his chin, as if he once made a deal with a woman who traveled through the Tang Dynasty, and the lucky one seemed to be named Qiao Mu.

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