"Master, you are different from the monks I have seen before." The little girl took out two pieces of hard jerky meat from her bag, picked up one in her mouth, gave the other piece to Mrs. Jiang, and then put a clean handkerchief and handed it to Yang Lanshu.

Yang Lanshu took the sugar cake, but was shocked.

Did you show it very clearly? Even this scheming little girl saw the flaw?

Although the sugar cake was cold and hard, it was not unpalatable. Yang Lanshu bit her in small mouthfuls.

The little girl's jerky meat was obviously not easy to chew. She chewed it very hard, but she had not forgotten to talk to Yang Lanshu.

"Master, are you scared by Mother Jiang? Mother Jiang is actually good. If it weren't for Mother Jiang, my girl wouldn't have let me come out. By the way, Master, aren't you afraid to be alone outside?"

Yang Lanshu shook his head: "Pinnie is used to it, so he is not afraid."

It was dim, and Yang Lanshu looked out through the open car window. There were farmers on the side of the road, fighting hoes to work. It was dawn, and looking back on this night was like a dream.

The little girl next to her spoke again: "Mom Jiang, it seems that my family also farms."

Mrs. Jiang looked at her and said, "Last time you said your family sells sesame cakes."

"Last time I saw the stove where I grilled sesame cakes felt very friendly, so I felt that my family sells sesame cakes. Now I see people who farm, I feel more friendly. Can't it be?"

"Okay, girl, you can do whatever you say. Fortunately, you have never entered the palace. If you think the dragon throne is also very friendly, then wouldn't you become a member of the emperor's family?"

As we came from Yanbei, Mrs. Jiang's ears were almost calloused. After walking all the way, Fangfei said all the way, she was curious about everything and was friendly to everything. In short, she lived in the bandits' nest in the deep mountains and forests for a year, and the little girl Fangfei felt that the whole world had become extremely friendly.

Fangfei curled her lips and said, "I don't want to be the emperor's family. Look at the Empress Dowager, shit, look at the Empress Dowager Yang, shit, look at the Empress Dowager Mao again, shit!"

Mrs. Jiang laughed, the pretty little girl lived in the bandit's nest, and her words were all smelly.

Yang Lanshu didn't feel funny. Her heart was beating and she couldn't help asking: "Are both Empress Dowager Yang and Empress Dowager Mao dead?"

Her upbringing really couldn't make her say the word "shit" in Fangfei's tone.

Fangfei suddenly felt energetic and said, "Master, you recite scriptures all day long and must not know about the mortal world. Let me tell you that the Yang family is going to rebel, and Empress Dowager Mao is an accomplice, but her father and brother are good, so she will be killed for justice."

"What? To destroy the relatives for justice?" Yang Lanshu hid in the Sutra Library for several months. It was not until the ban on Daxiangguo Temple was lifted that she knew that the Yang family was raided and Yang Jincheng had a military rebellion. As for anything else, she didn't know anything about it.

"Yes, although the Mao family is a civil servant, they are loyal to the country. Empress Dowager Mao helped the King to commit crimes and assassinate the emperor. Uncle Pengcheng killed her with his own hands. This is not nonsense. There are notices posted in the capital." Fangfei was eloquent and spoke like fried beans, but these words were like needles in Yang Lanshu's ears.

The Mao family actually became a loyal minister?

No wonder that at Daxiangguo Temple that day, the bitch named Mao ran to Emperor Chongwen crying, but was shot to death by her elder brother.

The Yang family and the Mao family are clearly grasshoppers on the same rope, but now the Yang family has collapsed, but the Mao family is still in good condition.

It's really ironic!

Yang Lanshu suppressed his anger and asked, "Where is Empress Dowager Yang dead?"

Fangfei nodded and said, "Empress Dowager Yang escaped from the Daxiangguo Temple, pretended to be a beggar, and mingled in the pile of beggars. Later, he died somehow. The emperor was kind and took her the body, but she, like Empress Dowager Mao, was deposed."

Yang Lanshu laughed rather than angry. Emperor Chongwen, you are such a despicable act!

Not only did she "dead", she also let her die in the pile of beggars, and she didn't even give her the last dignity. A woman with golden branches and jade leaves mixed in the pile of beggars was losing her virginity. I don't know where Emperor Chongwen found a substitute, which made her disappear in this world forever.

Monk Jueran told her not to leave Daxiangguo Temple. If she still stayed in the Sutra Pavilion, she would not know that those things were even more dirty than she thought.

The emperor has announced her death, which means that the little emperor taken away by Yang Jincheng has become a disabled person.

If a child who is not recognized by his father has no more than her mother, then his royal identity will never be confirmed.

"Master, Master, what's wrong with you?"

Yang Lanshu came to her senses and saw the little girl looking at her with concern.

She held the corner of her mouth and squeezed out a smile: "I heard that Empress Yang's death was just a matter of my heart."

"The master is really a bodhisattva. The Yang family is not a good person, and the Queen Mother Yang is not a good person. She deserves to die. But Yang Jincheng is actually quite..." Fangfei wanted to say that Yang Jincheng was actually quite good. She bought her scallion pancakes, but now Yang Jincheng has become a thief, and she is also from the Yang family. The Yang family is so bad that it has harmed the young master and the lady's father. It is so bad.

"By the way, the Yang family members are going to behead them. If no one is left, all of them will behead them." Fangfei said.

"What?" Yang Lanshu was shocked, grabbed Fangfei's arm and asked sternly, "How did you know?"

Fangfei was startled by her sudden action and hurriedly said, "There is a notice posted in the capital. It's the seventh day of next month. Unfortunately, we have something to do. We can't stay in the capital for a long time, so we can't go to watch the fun."

Yang Lanshu could only hear a buzzing sound in her ears. Fangfei said something again behind her, but she couldn't hear a word.

She always thought that although the Yang family was imprisoned, they were the ones connected to Emperor Chongwen's bloodline. Although the Empress Dowager was dead, she was the Empress Dowager in both now and in later history books. The Yang family was her mother's family. Even if she committed a serious crime, the whole family would not be executed.

She suddenly didn't want to go to Zhaozhou anymore. She wanted to go back to the capital and she wanted to see them again.

Grandfather, grandmother, mother! Even Yang Jintang, who is not very careful in her usual younger brother, flashed through her mind at this time.

They are all going to die!

Her face became paler and the sugar cake was crushed in her hands.

Fangfei looked at her in surprise, then turned to look at Jiang Pozi. Jiang Pozi shook her head at her and signaled her not to speak again.

This time, the boss of the car did not dare to waste time, for fear that the people from the True Immortal Sect would find her head and wish they could grow wings as far away as possible.

The cart walked all day and stopped at an inn until dark. Mrs. Jiang looked at the owner of the car with a smile: "Is this also from the True Immortal Sect?"

Boss Che wiped a handful of sweat on his forehead and smiled and said, "No, of course not. I won't hide it from the heroine. At least two or three months, I will not dare to deal with them."

So many church members died because of him, so of course he had to avoid suspicion.
Chapter completed!