This is what Huang said.

When she gently shook the fan and flipped through the account book, Nan Yan said respectfully: "Mother-in-law, Yan'er knows that you have always hated Nan Baoyi, so she specially arranged a big show for her, which will probably be staged soon."

"Big drama?"

"Yes, big show."

"Then I'll wait and see."

Huang chuckled, turned over another page of the account book, and said carelessly: "Speaking of this, there is another concubine in the backyard about to give birth. I don't know if she is born this time, a boy or a girl."

Nan Yan's expression was slightly stern.

Since she arrived at the Cheng family, Huang always used her hand to deal with the women in the backyard and helped her to strengthen her favor.

There are seven or eight deaths in her hands, even adults and children.

She lowered her eyes and said respectfully: "There is only one female protagonist in the Cheng family, that is the mother-in-law. The Cheng family also has only one young master, that is Brother Cheng. That baby is not lucky enough to come to the world, don't worry."

Huang was very satisfied with her awareness.

So she put down the account book and helped her up with her own hands, "What are you doing when you kneel on the ground? Why don't you get up quickly? If you kneel down and Erlang and I will feel distressed."

"Thank you for your kindness."

Nan Yan sat carefully in the ring chair and gently rubbed her knees.

The aunt who is about to give birth...

A nursery rhyme for Nan Baoyi...

She is missing a child, acting like a young baby in a nursery rhyme.

At this time, Xia Minghui must have ordered people to sing the nursery rhyme in Shu County.

She couldn't help but bend her lips.

This time, she must have wanted Nan Baoyi to die very well.

...

Jinguan City is the most prosperous city in Shu County.

The refugees came to Jinguan City at the same time.

Ten miles outside the city were camped in tents, and refugees took their families and lined up to enter the city, begging Prefect Cheng to open warehouses and release grain, help the people, and dig ditches to irrigate their homes.

However, the prefect Cheng posted a full notice in the city, saying that the grain had already been opened and released.

The old lady of the Nan family was compassionate for half her life and could not bear to see the children starving, so she put out the reserved grains of Nanfu and distributed porridge in front of the mansion every day.

Because there are too many refugees coming in, each person can only receive one bowl of porridge, one bowl of water, and two steamed buns every day, but at least it can support the day.

When Xiao Yi came back from patrolling the military camp, it was dusk.

There was a stall in front of the Nanfu gate. The little girl from his family was wearing a tender yellow skirt and a small floral headscarf. She smiled sweetly and helped to serve the porridge.

Xiguang jumped on her delicate hair ends and eyebrows, and she looked like a glowing fairy.

He rode on the horse, looking from afar, his thin lips unconsciously curved.

Not far away, Nan Yan led Huang's family and was also watching.

Huang was displeased: "Nan Yan, is this the drama you are talking about? Recently, the reputation of the Nan family is about to reach the sky, and everyone praises it. Some people even say that his family is more reliable than the government. It's really annoying! What's the point of watching this kind of porridge and placing good deeds?!"

"Mother-in-law, wait a little longer, the show will begin soon."

Nan Yan smiled like a flower.

Among the refugees lined up, several middle-aged men looked at each other from afar and nodded secretly.

One of them knocked on the copper bowl in his hand and sang:

"The evil admires the daughter, lives in Jincheng, wears treasure clothes; the evil worships the daughter, drinks blood, eats young babies; the evil worships the daughter, disasters come from heaven, and red for thousands of miles..."

As he hummed, the others said to each other: "I have heard this nursery rhyme in my hometown!"

"I have heard of it, and I always feel like I'm suggesting something."

"Speaking of this, the fifth girl in the Nan family has the word "Treasure Yi" in her name."

"Is it the witch in the nursery rhyme? Is it the severe drought caused by her?"

There are also young, young, women and children who refuse to believe it.

"Miss Nanwu is so kind-hearted. There is no male in our family. We rely on her to quietly live to this day."

“We are…”

With a "bang", someone suddenly smashed the porcelain bowl fiercely.

"The Nan family has a witch, and she is so embarrassed to pretend to be porridge and good deeds here! Maybe only by burning her to death can you bring sweet rain to heaven! I ask that the witch be burned to death and eliminate harm for the people!"

The men in the team raised their arms and shouted:

"Burn the witch to death and eliminate the harm for the people!"

What they said was serious.

The originally suspicious voice was completely suppressed.

Some refugees with violent personalities were quickly incited.

The nursery rhyme is widely sung outside Jinguan City. They have heard it more or less, and they also feel that Nan Baoyi is quite consistent with the evil cult girl in the nursery rhyme.

His delicate and beautiful face has become a symbol of a witch.

The act of giving porridge and giving good deeds is like deliberately winning people's hearts.

Since the drought, they have suffered in recent days, and they need a vent to vent their grievances and grief. They don’t even care about the truth at all.

They were in agitation and then smashed their jobs, yelling:

"Burn the witch to death and eliminate the harm for the people!"

"Burn the witch to death and eliminate the harm for the people!"

The calls lasted for a long time, and it was continuous and shocking!

Nan Baoyi was still holding steamed buns in his hand.

She stared at the sudden change, as if she was feeling something in her heart, subconsciously looking up at the towers in the distance.

Behind the flower window, Nan Yan nodded at her with a smile and toasted from afar.

Nan Baoyi knows it.

When she was in Du'anyan, Nan Yan and Xia Minghui failed to kill her, so she expected that the two of them would have a chance to do it.

Unexpectedly, it was such a vicious second move.

The refugees turned into mobs and rushed over desperately.

The porridge stall was squeezed out, and there were atrocities of beating, smashing, looting and looting everywhere!

The housekeeper took the servants to protect Nan Baoyi in time, so she was not beaten by the mobs!

Nan Baoyi walked into the mansion with her skirt, but the mob surrounded them and shouted that she would burn her to death.

The servants held sticks and confronted each other nervously.

"Xie Chong Nu! She is the Xie Chong Nu in the nursery rhyme!"

"Burn her to death, burn her to death!"

"It turns out that the Nan family is just pretending to be hypocritical these days!"

"It's really disgusting!"

"Burn her to death, and it will rain if it burns her to death!"

Those sounds were extremely harsh.

Nan Baoyi gradually turned red in her eyes.

She held her skirt tightly with her hands. No matter what, she would never have thought that she would be slandered as an evil woman when she returned home and did good deeds when she was reborn!

Are they so easily instigated?

When I was feeling uncomfortable, countless rotten vegetables and leaves hit her!

Even, there were a few stones cruelly mixed with them!

She couldn't dodge and hurriedly squatted on the ground with her head in her arms.

The rotten vegetable leaves fell all over the body.

The stone hits the head, it hurts so much!

"Second brother..."

She murmured almost subconsciously.

The sound of horse hooves!
To be continued...