After walking out of the main hall, Xiao Ying'er's face had not been very good, and her stubborn shouting reminded her of some past events, which reminded her of the days and nights when she was under Sima Ju's control.

"Uh-huh!" Zhuge Liang coughed lightly beside Xiao Ying'er.

Xiao Ying'er looked flustered, hurriedly looked around, and said strangely: "Who?" Who's there? ”

Zhuge Liang couldn't help but smile bitterly when he heard this: "I've been following you, where did your heart fly to, I don't even know who dragged you out of the hall?" ”

Xiao Ying'er seemed to come back to her senses a little when she heard this, and said in a low voice: "Kong Ming...... I'm sorry, I don't belong to the right mind, and my brain is all messed up. ”

Zhuge Liang led her to the pavilion in the courtyard, now that the season is about to enter winter, the weather is a little cold, standing in the pavilion is somewhat cold, but at the moment, there is nothing for them to talk about.

After coming to the pavilion, Zhuge Liang said to her: "I have also heard occasionally, saying that it is your Zhang Jiao's daughter, who was a Huang Tianwu in the hands of the Qingzhou Yellow Turban, and later suffered displacement and was adopted by the teacher and his wife...... It's just that I don't understand, as the daughter of Zhang Jiao and Huang Tianwu, your status in the Yellow Turban should not be low, and Shicai calls you stubbornly, how can you seem so repulsed? ”

Xiao Ying'er sighed, turned to a wooden pillar in the pavilion and said, "Kong Ming, in fact, my name is not Xiao Ying'er, my father left me a name...... It's Zhang Ning, it's just because when I was in Luoyang, I had received a meal from a local dancer to Ying'er, and in order to repay her kindness, I made a name for Xiao Ying'er. ”

Zhuge Liang stretched out his hand and patted Xiao Ying'er's shoulder, and said, "I'm standing here, the pillar you are facing is the pillar." ”

Xiao Ying'er suddenly turned around and faced him: "I'm sorry, I can't see clearly." ”

Zhuge Liang smiled bitterly: "It's okay, you continue." ”

"Actually, since I can remember, I don't have much impression of my biological parents, it was the Qu Shuai and the generals in the Yellow Turban who raised me, in fact, when I was very young, I was still very good, and I am also very grateful to those who raised me, but later, the imperial court and the local state assassin history carried out a large-scale liquidation of the Yellow Turban Army, and the Yellow Turban also went its own way, and I myself fell into the hands of Sima Ju......"

Zhuge Liang was silent for a while, and said, "Is Sima Ju not good to you?" ”

Xiao Ying'er smiled bitterly and said, "It's not good, it's just that you want to treat me like a pig and a dog...... At that time, I was young, and I was my father's orphan, even if Sima Ju used me to collect the Qingzhou Yellow Turban Tribes, he should treat me well, but he was a cold person, and he looked at me unpleasantly on weekdays, often didn't give me food or talk, and asked me to serve his robbed wives, I didn't have good eyes, and when I did something bad, he still beat and scolded, and I was almost killed by him several times...... And I once heard him and one of his ladies say that when they have gathered enough yellow scarves, they will drug me to death, so that I will not be burdened......"

Zhuge Liang's face showed a look of concern: "This Sima Ju is really shameless!" It's just a matter of using you to rein in the Yellow Turban Army, and you still do what you do, damn it. ”

Xiao Ying'er sighed: "Anyway, he is dead, and it can be regarded as a cycle of heavenly principles, but since the Qingzhou Yellow Turban War, I have been scattered among the people, and I have relied on asking for food to live, although it is more bitter and dangerous, but if I think about it carefully, if I died outside at that time, it would be better than in Sima Juna." ”

Zhuge Liang was silent for a while, and suddenly said, "Xiao Ying'er, do you hate the people in the Yellow Turban?" ”

Xiao Ying'er was silent for a while, and said, "I don't hate, but I'm afraid." ”

Zhuge Liang sighed and said: "Xiao Ying'er, you hate the Yellow Turban Army because of the incident with Sima Ju back then, but according to what you said, the people in the Yellow Turban Army who are similar to Sima Ju may only be a part, and I can see your surprise and attitude through the fact that there are still a considerable number of Yellow Turban generals who respect you." ”

Xiao Ying'er didn't speak when she heard this.

Zhuge Liang shook his feather fan and said seriously: "You have refused to use your real name for so many years, to put it bluntly, not because of your father, not because of the yellow scarf, not even because of Sima Ju, on the whole, it is just because of timidity, the shadow of childhood has been hanging over your heart, which is not a good thing." ”

Xiao Ying'er turned her head, looked at Zhuge Liang's face that was vaguely clear in her eyes, and said, "Then what do you think, what should I do?" ”

"Use your real name, accept it, and do what you are supposed to do." Zhuge Liang said lightly: "I also lost my father at an early age, although I didn't have your hard work, but because of my father's early death, my branch is also a little dilapidated, but I have never forgotten that I am a descendant of the Zhuge clan, and I also think that one day, I want to revive the Zhuge clan, and in the future, under the nine springs, facing my father, I can also stand up and be calm." ”

Speaking of this, he saw Zhuge Liang turn his head and look at Xiao Ying'er seriously, and said: "Remember your real name, remember your real surname, remember what you should do, no matter what kind of person or thing you meet, don't forget that Zhang Ning is your real name." ”

Xiao Ying'er: "......"

In the evening of the same day, after the potter finished handling his official duties, he went out of the study door, but found Xiao Ying'er standing outside the study door with a bowl of hot soup.

"What are you doing here, come in."

Xiao Ying'er nodded, followed the potter back to the study, and carefully placed the soup on the table.

"Master Tao is tired for a day, drink some soup to warm up." Xiao Ying'er smiled.

The potter shook his head and said with a smile: "It's been a few years, you don't call me Master Tao...... It seems that since you beat me up and became a master, you don't call me so much. ”

Xiao Ying'er just smiled shallowly.

The potter tasted it and smashed his mouth a few times: "The method of this soup was learned from Mi Zhen, right?" ”

Xiao Ying'er was surprised: "How does Master Tao know?" ”

"Because I taught him how to make soup."

Xiao Ying'er suddenly realized, and carefully recalled with her fingers on her chin: "I remember, there seems to be a rumor in Pengcheng, that you broke into someone's boudoir one night by teaching the second lady to make soup, and forcibly married, so the second lady married your ......"

The potter's face twitched when he listened.

Which bastard made this rumor? Doesn't this make it clear that you are pointing your finger at me and scolding me for being a hooligan?

No way! This matter must be strictly investigated in the future.

What kind of crime is it to slander the prime minister of the dynasty and play hooliganism?

Catch the rumor-monger and castrate him!

"Xiao Ying'er, you have been waiting for me outside the study for a long time, it shouldn't be as simple as bringing me soup, right?"

Xiao Ying'er bit her lip, suddenly raised her head, and said, "Master Tao, my name is not Xiao Ying'er, my real name is Zhang Ning." ”

The potter was slightly stunned when he heard this.

After being silent for a long time, he smiled: "I already knew that your real name was Zhang Ning, so what?" ”

Xiao Ying'er suddenly saluted the potter Yingying and said: "Zhang Ning is brave, on behalf of the Yellow Turban, and also on my own behalf, I want to ask the prime minister of the current dynasty for personal favors." ”

The potter was stunned when he heard this: "Substitute for the yellow scarf? ”

"My father is dead, my two uncles are also dead, and the three clans of Zhang Ning have been wiped out due to the war, so I am sure that Master Tao cares about the overall situation, and also cares about the suffering of the people, forgives the sins of the Yellow Turban, and recruits the Yellow Turban in the world!"

The potter's eyes narrowed, looked at her fixedly, and said, "Little Ying...... Zhang Ning, in what capacity are you here today to tell me this? ”

"The people's daughter came to ask the prime minister for peace as Huang Tianwu of the Yellow Turban Army."