Rebirth Nunnery

Chapter 123
It is late autumn, and it is no longer the coolness of early autumn. In the early morning, it is cold and thin.

An autumn rain came suddenly.

People who got up early worked in the cold wind and drizzle, and canopies were set up on the street.

There are very few pedestrians, and most people would not want to go out in this kind of weather.

Going to the south of the capital, as soon as the soldiers guarding the gate opened the gate, they saw a carriage slowly approaching.

There was no mark on the carriage, but the soldiers did not dare to neglect, and let it go after checking it.

The black carriage creaked out of the city gate and disappeared into the drizzle and cold wind.

On the south side of Shangjing City, there is a flat avenue. On both sides of the official road, farmland and woods are all yellow leaves and dead branches, revealing a strong sense of late autumn.

An old man was sitting on the front of the carriage, wearing a gray cotton padded jacket, with gray hair and a haggard face, as if he was dying, which made people feel very sorry.

What was even more surprising was that the old man was blind in one eye.

In the autumn rain, the fog was hazy, and the vision was very blurred. The old man wiped the rainwater from time to time, his eyes were half-opened and half-closed, as if he would hit the side of the road with his carriage at any time.

Half an hour later, the carriage left the official road and turned into an inconspicuous hillside.

The hillside is desolate, with sparse vegetation, a dilapidated scene, crooked wooden signs, stone tablets, etc. standing everywhere.

This is a famous mass grave nearby.

It is said that this hillside was originally not like this, because blood flowed like a river during the battle for the throne 20 years ago, and there were so many casualties that it was impossible to count even later.

Those nameless and unidentified people were all thrown behind this hillside in the end, turning into an unattended graveyard.

It seems that this is not the first time that the carriage has come here. It did not stop all the way, went around the hillside, and then stopped.

The old coachman pulled the horse's head and looked not far ahead.

There are three pine trees in that place.

Under the three pine trees, there are three soil bags.

"Master, here we are."

The old coachman quickly looked away and said in a low voice.

There was a muffled sound from inside the car, and then, a person walked out.

King of Lin'an.

King Lin'an looked up at the dark sky, his face was calm.

"Whoa!"

The old coachman opened the umbrella, and his hunched waist tried his best to stop, opening the umbrella for King Jin'an.

There is not much difference in actual age between the two, but the old coachman looks at least ten years older than King Jin'an.

King Lin'an walked slowly towards the three soil bags.

The soil bag is not big, and there are already many weeds around. It was buried in a hurry. Except for the three pine trees, these three soil bags are no different from other soil bags in the random graveyard.

Lin'an Wang Jingjing stood in front of the soil bag, his eyes flashed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Old Po, it's been almost 20 years, right?"

After a long time, the king of Lin'an spoke quietly.

The old coachman straightened his back, but his head was extremely low, almost reaching his chest.

"Master, it's 21 years."

"I saved you that year, but made you abandon your identity, name, family, and even an eye. Have you ever regretted it for so many years?"

King Lin'an's voice could not hear any emotional fluctuations, and his expression became more blurred in the rain.

The old coachman instantly recalled what happened many years ago, even after so many years, he still remembers it vividly.

The hand holding the umbrella handle slammed the skirt of his clothes, and the old coachman showed a trace of ferocious hatred on his face.

"As long as I can get revenge, no matter how much I lose, I won't regret it!"

King Lin'an stood quietly, the old coachman's voice full of hatred and hatred echoed in his ears, as firm as an oath.

Hearing his answer, King Lin'an showed a faint smile on his face.

"Yeah! It's been 21 years, revenge, it's time to take revenge."

He muttered to himself in a low voice, as if he was speaking to himself, or as if he was speaking to the three people who were buried in the three earth bags.

……

Ding Jiayi stayed in the cold palace for nearly a whole night, and she didn't return to Yunyuefang until the sky gradually dawned.

Xue Zui told her what happened 20 years ago, which gave her a clearer understanding of the past and the present.

She also didn't expect that the person Lin Yin asked her to enter Yunyuefang to investigate would be Xue Zui's best friend.

If she had known this earlier, she might not have spent so much time investigating.

Princess Huimin is extremely intelligent. In the battle for the throne many years ago, she was even the most important staff member of the Fourth Prince.

However, there was one thing that Ding Jiayi couldn't figure out.

Such a woman, why has she never been mentioned before?

Whether it was in the palace or other places in Shangjing, no one seemed to remember that there was such an unusual woman.

To some extent, Princess Huimin helped the Fourth Prince even more than Gu Qingcheng did back then.

Regarding Princess Huimin's results, Xuezui's answer was very simple, she only said that she married someone later, but died of illness within a few years.

Ding Jiayi's intuition told her that things were not that simple.

Just when Ding Jiayi was wondering and hesitating, Xiao Ding suddenly sent a letter.

After opening the letter, Ding Jiayi's expression changed immediately.

"Mingxi! Mingxi! Accompany me to Fangzhu's place!" Ding Jiayi shouted loudly.

Wu Mingxi ran over in a hurry without asking, and helped Ding Jiayi tidy up before leaving the side hall quickly.

Seeing that the two were in such a hurry, the other court ladies couldn't help being curious, but none of them dared to ask.These people can only turn to ask Xiaoding.

Ding Jiayi made contributions to Yunyuefang again yesterday, and the owner of the workshop favored her even more, and would not refuse most of her requests.

After a while, Ding Jiayi quietly left Yunyuefang.

Returning to the small courtyard as quickly as possible, Ding Jiayi saw Jinse with a dignified face as soon as he entered the door.

"How's it going?"

Jinse shook her head lightly, her brows frowned slightly, she didn't speak, but directly took Ding Jiayi to her room.

After Wu Mingxi and Xiaoding were dragged to a side room by Hongyi to rest, Jinse spoke softly.

"Miss, you have to be mentally prepared."

As soon as the words fell, Jinse stretched out her hand and pushed open the door.

There was a soft sound, and a figure in the room turned around upon hearing the sound.

"Who?"

"Ma'am, it's me, Jinse."

Jinse comforted her.

Hearing Jinse's voice, the other party was relieved.

Ding Jiayi looked at the old woman in front of him, and for some reason, there was a trace of sourness in his heart.

The old woman was dressed in commoner clothes with various patches, her skin was slightly dark, and her face was wrinkled, like dried oranges.The old woman was hunched, and her expression revealed a sense of fear and uneasiness, as if she had been living under a terrible shadow for a long time.

It was obviously the first time we met, but Ding Jiayi felt a little familiar.

She must know this old woman!
Ding Jiayi suddenly realized that this person should be an acquaintance of the original owner of this body!
Subconsciously, Ding Jiayi stepped forward lightly and stood in front of the old woman.

But the old woman didn't seem to see her, her eyes were still looking in the direction of Jinse.

A bad premonition suddenly hit Ding Jiayi's heart.

"Miss, ma'am, she can't see." Jinse's voice sounded in Ding Jiayi's ear at the right time, like a thunderbolt.

With a bang, Ding Jiayi's eyes turned red unconsciously, and his heart suddenly seized.

"What exactly is going on?"

Ding Jiayi almost gritted her teeth and opened her mouth. She received a letter from Jinse in Yunyuefang, saying that she had found someone who knew her life experience, so she rushed over immediately.

If Ding Jiayi had a little doubt at first, now she is very sure.

"When our people found her, the aunt was begging on the street with a group of beggars, she was covered in mud, she was very pitiful." Jinse couldn't help sighing, "It is said that the eyes of the aunt were blinded by someone, and it was said that she saw it. It's something you shouldn't see."

Ding Jiayi's heart tightened, and she instinctively told her that the old woman's blindness had something to do with her.

"Ma'am, do you remember me?"

Ding Jiayi grabbed the old woman's withered hand and asked softly.

The old woman heard Jinse talking to another person, but she couldn't hear clearly, she was puzzled, when suddenly Ding Jiayi's voice reached her ears, her face could not help showing a trace of doubt.

"This girl's voice is so familiar..."

After muttering something, the old woman's expression suddenly changed, and she grabbed Ding Jiayi with both hands, in disbelief.

"Miss...you are Miss!"

Two lines of dirty tears rolled down her withered face.

"Miss, you really are not dead! This old slave knows... I know that Miss will be blessed... Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu The master has a spirit in the sky...Miss..."

The old woman grabbed Ding Jiayi's hand and cried bitterly, unable to contain her excitement.

Seeing her like this, both Ding Jiayi and Jinse couldn't help feeling sad.

(End of this chapter)