The two living courtyards arranged by the Duke of England for Zhiruo and his brother were small cross-bedrooms, but when they heard the location, they knew that the arrangement was thoughtful and attentive.

Meixiang Pavilion is small and exquisite, and the layout is simple and elegant, just like the temperament of the entire British Duke's Mansion: low-key luxury, introverted nobleness. Perhaps because the guests about to live in are young girls, they deliberately adjusted some furniture and decorations, and there was a little more lively and brightness.

Zhiruo was still very relieved about the British Duke's Mansion under Pan Jiaming's nose. He left Ruchun to Zhao Zhihui and Zhixuan, and took the Mingze brothers back to Biquan Village.

Zhiruo's carriage had just left the Duke's Mansion for a while, a small carriage stopped in front of the gate of the Duke's Mansion. Zhuoma, who had gotten off the carriage, looked up and saw the backs of the three horses following Zhiruo's carriage. He was stunned. Why did one of the backs look so familiar? Her heart suddenly jumped up.

But in just a moment, the heat in Zhuoma's eyes suddenly became colder. According to the clues accumulated over such a long time, A Jin should be the silly man who had broken his teeth in his mouth. How could he still have such a graceful back? Moreover, although he looked at it from a distance, he could still see that the man was wearing the best clothes. The latest news she just got today was that the group of people who came from the northwest were sold as slaves.

"Uncle Cai," Zhuoma asked casually at the doorman, "Did those cars and horses just now go out of our Duke's Mansion?"

Uncle Youcai nodded and responded, "Isn't it just Miss Yin and the two young masters in Meizhuang? They have to go back to their own village first if they have something to do. Zhuoma, are you going out to find your nephew's whereabouts today?" Zhuoma is also a poor person. His family is broken and his family has no children. Now there is only one nephew in his husband's family still alive, but unfortunately he can't find anyone.

"Yes, no wonder the back of the horse was imposing," Zhuoma smiled.

"The tiger father has no dog son, let alone the disciple of the old man in the middle of the mountain." Uncle Youcai was also a retired soldier and admired General Yin Zhao very much. "The three people riding horses, the two young masters of the Yin family, and the tallest one was the escort manager of the Yin family."

The guard general? Zhuoma's eyes were even more disappointed. She later learned that after A Jin was hit by the poisonous arrow, he was also poisoned by the rebel Wu Gang that could make people lose all their martial arts skills. The antidote pill given by Mr. Jin's senior brother could only remove the poison of the poisonous arrow, which means that even if the poisonous arrow poison has no sequelae, even if the "stupid" in those people's mouths were pretending, A Jin's martial arts had long been destroyed, so how could he be the guard general?

Zhuoma smiled faintly. It had been half a year since she returned to Beijing, but the plan to find A Jin was progressing slowly, so she began to have hallucinations recently, and she always felt that her back looked familiar. Not long ago, she accidentally looked out the window in the carriage and saw the back of a man wearing a black veil and straw hat looked familiar. Unfortunately, the man walked very quickly and suddenly turned a wall and disappeared. She later drew the man's back and thought for several days before she figured out that the man's back image was Wen Xiu.

Wenxiu was the little maid before her sister entered the palace. Perhaps because she was too young, her sister did not take her into the palace, but instead released her body contract and asked her to go back to her hometown in the south. Until that terrible night when the fire was soaring, she hugged Ajin in her cradle and avoided tracking. When she was almost lost in the mountains, Wenxiu appeared.

She only realized that Wenxiu had been practicing martial arts and poison treatments by Master Chanxin for those years, and she would suddenly return to Beijing. Master Chanxin predicted that his sister Concubine Li was in trouble. Unfortunately, Wenxiu was still one step late. Fortunately, she knew her sister's habits and secret notes very well, and ran into the mountains alone to find her and A Jin. Later, they met with Mr. Jin, who was also instructed by Master Chanxin, and fled all the way to the northwest. It took a long time to get rid of the secret investigation and tracking.

Thinking of Wenxiu, Zhuoma sighed. Wenxiu has always been alone and devoted herself to protecting A Jin, looking for the murderer and evidence of the murder of Concubine Li. She made up her mind to protect A Jin back to Beijing to recognize her ancestors and avenge her mother, but she was moved by Wu Gang, who already had a wife and a daughter. After confirming that Wu Gang rebelled, she died with Wu Gang...

Zhuoma was sad. Maybe she was becoming more and more helpless. She missed Wenxiu, who helped her to protect A Jin, so she admitted her back. Just like today, when she saw her handsome and handsome back, she thought of A Jin. Poor A Jin, who was originally a nobleman of the Dragon, was so hurt. If she had lost her martial arts skills, what would she fall into now? She just thought about it, and her heart hurts, and she regretted that she had not learned any martial arts skills after being with Wenxiu for so many years. Now even if she is in the capital, she has no power to find A Jin, and she is very laborious to find A Jin. She is also afraid that asking too much and too detailed will cause big troubles to attract suspicion.

Thinking about it all the way, feeling sad, Zhuoma returned to Yuntao Courtyard.

Princess Xiya knew that when she saw Zhuoma's expression, she knew that she went out to look for the clue today and had no gains. She comforted her: "Daying is so big, how can it be so easy to find someone? Besides, you said that your nephew's head may have been broken. If he doesn't know who he is from now, it will be even more difficult to find. We only sold this one from the northwest, and had a rough age. We slowly checked it out from everyone's teeth and could always find it."

In fact, she really wanted to say, who would buy it if her head was broken? I'm afraid she hadn't been there long ago. If she took a step back, it would be a pity for her to find it. But she knew that she couldn't say such words, just that, as long as she could find it, it wouldn't matter if she was stupid or crazy or useless. Just keep it on the farm. Zhuoma helped her build so many shops in the farm. Not to mention raising one person in vain, even ten people could afford it.

Zhuoma nodded, what could she do? She could only check slowly and find it slowly. Anyway, she must find A Jin if she wants to see someone in life and die.

She was still a little lucky and hoped that A Jin was blessed by God.

"Madam, I met Miss Yin from Meizhuang today," Xiya changed the topic and hoped that Zhuoma would not be immersed in depression. "The Yin siblings and sisters are all very good and energetic. I think they are really like everyone's style as you said. The youngest three girls are all generous and as cute as the little princess." She really doesn't like those pretentious women, and it's tiring to talk to them.
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