Holding an ordinary script, pretending to be a god in various worlds

"Is your mother still alive?" Ling Xiao heard someone ask himself.

She covered her face with her sleeves and turned her head slightly, as if she didn't want to expose her miserable appearance: "Mom...she died to protect me"

The trembling body seemed to be suppressing grief. Yan Xun didn't know whether she believed it or not, so he didn't ask any more questions.

The servant next to him whispered that the Jinling governor was from the Zhao family, a royal family, and was indeed a romantic person, but his wife was a princess from the royal family. As everyone knows, the women from the royal family in this dynasty are quite tough...

Yan Xun saw that everything matched, and carefully observed this Miss Zhao. Even though she was wearing tattered clothes, he could tell that her etiquette posture was different from that of ordinary girls.

Alas, Miss Zhao cried so pitifully that he felt pity for her. It was really pitiful that such a young lady from an official family had to suffer such pain because her stepmother would not allow her to do so.

So he said, "In that case, young lady, please come with me to the governor's mansion."

He ordered the servants to find a carriage for Ling Xiao to ride in.

In the carriage, Ling Xiao changed his weak and helpless look and sat with his legs crossed like a big boss.

Of course, this governor named Zhao did not have a concubine.

The Zhao family is the Empress Dowager's maternal family and one of the most prominent families. Governor Zhao is the third son of the eldest branch of the Zhao family. Although he does not have much talent, he has been friends with the current emperor since childhood.

More importantly, there were no concubines with the surname Zhao in the harem, and with the death of the empress dowager, the Zhao family had become less close to the royal family.

Hey, isn't that a coincidence!

A golden thigh given to you for free.

Ling Xiao closed his eyes and thought about how to respond so that the result would go the way he wanted.

Bang, bang, bang! There were knocks on the carriage window. When I opened it, I saw it was the servant from before. With a look of disgust on his face, he threw in a dress.

"Yes, our young master bought it for you with kindness. Put it on quickly, or you may stink." After saying this, the man rode away.

I was so angry, "What a dog looking down on others, a slave can be so arrogant"

Ling Xiao looked at the skirt. It was brand new, the fabric was OK, and it was probably bought from a clothing store. She answered casually:

"She is a servant of the prince of the Duke's Mansion, and a seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister. How can you take the concubine's daughter of a fourth-rank governor seriously?"

That's why in the original world line, Zhao Ruyan had to endure so much bullying from these slaves, both overtly and covertly.

Ling Xiao felt itchy when thinking about this, but he was not in a hurry. There were too many people who had bullied the original owner. It would be fun to take revenge on them one by one.

"Host, do you think Yan Xun is actually a good person?" He asked tentatively. Seeing Ling Xiao looking at him dangerously, the system hurriedly explained:

"Look, he's so considerate of you, even though we just met by chance. He's afraid that you won't be dressed well and will be looked down upon by the people in the governor's mansion."

Ling Xiao laughed and said, "Such a trivial thing can show his kindness and make me grateful.

When we get to the governor's house, needless to say, this dress of mine will let the governor understand Yan Xun's thoughtfulness and kindness. After all, how could a woman who is so poor that she can't even afford to eat afford it?"

The system opened its mouth, but didn't know what to say.

The horses pulling the carriage moved very quickly, and in less than half an hour, the group arrived at the gate of the Jinling Governor's Mansion.

Yan Xun got off the carriage and saw that Miss Zhao had not come down yet. He guessed that she was afraid, so he considerately sent someone to invite her.

A faint voice came from inside the carriage, "Master Yan, my legs are weak, I need someone to help me down."

The servants couldn't help but change color, wondering if Miss Zhao had other purposes. Did she want the prince to help her?

Yan Xun also thought of this, and suddenly he felt disgusted and unhappy, and his voice became much colder. "Miss Zhao, who do you want to help?"

"Of course...it's the servant beside the young master." The people in the carriage seemed a little surprised why he didn't think of it.

When Yan Xun heard that he had guessed wrong, he felt a little embarrassed and waved his hand to let his followers help her.

The attendant's face lit up, and he took a few steps forward, opened the curtain and was about to pull the person in. I wonder if the young lady of the governor's mansion has tender skin...

Ah! A sharp pain came from his hand. The follower covered his hand and fell to the ground, rolling up a cloud of dust...

"What happened?" Yan Xun asked in shock.

Others wanted to help the follower up, but they couldn't do anything because he rolled too fast.

Ling Xiao leisurely put the box of chilies back into his personal space and answered casually, "Master, I don't know why he suddenly became like this. What's going on..."

The follower felt pain all over his hands, as if he was being pricked by hundreds of needles.

Finally, his eyes rolled back and he fainted from the pain.

Others went to check and found no wounds on his body, but his hand was inexplicably swollen.

A group of people who grew up in large courtyards had no idea about such a powerful weapon as the foreign pepper, so they all said they couldn't find the reason.

Yan Xun felt quite ashamed and asked someone to carry him to the clinic to see what illness he had.

Anyone who has been stung knows that once the poisonous hairs of the licorice plant enter the skin, they must be taped out or washed with soapy water. Otherwise, if you are unlucky, pus and swelling will occur, or even the skin will rot away.

As for whether the ancient medical clinic knew the solution, Ling Xiao could only wish his followers bad luck.

While time wasted, the people in the Governor's Mansion have already made some movement.

Governor Zhao was in his study discussing with his staff how Nanjing should deal with the refugees. He was in a very upset mood as he knew that he would not get a good grade in the evaluation for the past three years no matter what.

Damn it, why do you only go to Jinling? There’s money south of Suzhou!

At this time, someone came to report that the prince of Duke Dingguo was visiting.

"Why is he visiting me?" Governor Zhao was very surprised, because the Zhao family and the Yan family had never had any contact with each other.

The fact that Prince Yan has been in Jinling for many days but has never sent a visiting card shows the nature of their relationship.

When such an unrelated person came to visit for no reason, Governor Zhao had only one thought in his mind: If he comes for no reason, he must be a traitor or a thief!

After all, he is a superior duke and prince, so he has to be given some respect. Governor Zhao went out to greet him.

The two exchanged a few polite words, and then Governor Zhao changed the subject and asked, "Nephew, is there anything I can help you with?"

After he finished speaking, he saw the man in front of him looking at him with pity and surprise. Governor Zhao's heart skipped a beat and he felt something was wrong.

The next second, "Uncle Shi, I ran into Miss Zhao who was in trouble on the way, and I came to find you at her request."

The language was tactful, but the meaning was clear. Governor Zhao was shocked at first. Why did his daughter leave the mansion without knowing why?

Then I thought again, that’s not right, I just saw him when my three daughters paid their respects this morning.

Thinking of this, Governor Zhao's tone became a little bad. "My dear nephew, you are joking. My daughters are all at home and have never left their boudoirs."

Yan Xun frowned. Could it be that Governor Zhao didn't know that he had a daughter from another family, or that he didn't have such a daughter at all?

At this moment, the carriage curtain opened, and Miss Zhao, who had just felt weak and powerless, got out of the carriage like a gust of wind, shouting "It's me, Daddy!"

"You..." Governor Zhao was shocked. He knew from the figure of this woman that she was not his three daughters.

Why is he calling me daddy casually? When the princess finds out, she will think that he is having an affair outside and has even had a child.

But when he looked closely, he swallowed the words of rebuke from Governor Zhao's tongue, Empress Zhangde!

He stared with wide eyes and looked carefully. The facial features of the woman in front of him were exactly the same as those of Empress Zhang De in his memory.

In a trance, it seemed like an old friend had returned.