The strange beginning talks about the script, I conquer the love-brained villain

Chapter 92 The Secret of the Handbook

I have to say, she is still grateful.

So she said unceremoniously: "Then there will be Butler Lao Ji."

Qin's mother was a little hesitant and asked quietly in her ear: "Isn't that abandoned prince a crazy critic? He's not good to you either. How can he have such a good heart?"

Qin Baizhi whispered back: "He is indeed a crazy person, but he has become more and more normal after being treated by me. You don't have to worry about him going crazy in front of you."

Mother Qin felt a little relieved now.

Ji Hui brought three carriages with him on this trip. It seemed that he was well prepared and very attentive.

He ordered people to load their parcels and luggage into another carriage specially designed for transporting goods, and asked the master and servants to get into a large carriage.

The group of people drove towards the Prince's Mansion.

Qin Baozhu had never been in a carriage before and clapped his hands happily.

Qin's mother took out an old yellow notebook from the small package she carried with her and handed it to Qin Baizhi.

"Bai Zhi, this is your old notebook that I found when collecting things. It should contain your personal things. Mom didn't look through it. I'll keep it for you."

Qin Baizhi took it and flipped through a few pages, finding that they were all trivial life matters and emotional issues written down by the original owner.

It can be seen from the content recorded by the original owner that she did not have deep feelings for Qin Baozhu, this silly brother. Instead, she often complained that he was a fool, causing herself to be laughed at.

No wonder Qin's mother is confused that Qin Baizhi is so enthusiastic about silly brother now.

In this case, why did the original owner still bring things to the east courtyard to worship Qin Baozhu after he was declared dead?
  She was flipping through the pages, and when she saw a paragraph of text, she couldn't help but feel excited, and stopped on that page.

I saw that the page read: [June of the third year of Yong'an. This morning I suddenly found a bookmark in the Book of Songs. It said that I should go to the east courtyard every month with a sacrifice to worship that fool, otherwise there would be a bloody disaster.

I don’t know who put it in the book as a prank, but I don’t believe it. Then, in the afternoon, I went to buy powder and met the carriage of the Imperial Master Ming Ye on the street. The carriage was so luxurious, I was fascinated by it. Tomorrow night he opened the curtain and took a look at me. He was so good-looking.

When he lowered the curtain, I was still in a daze. At this moment, an out-of-control carriage rushed towards me. I had nowhere to dodge, my legs and feet were weak, and my blood almost ran cold at that moment.

Ming Ye reached out his hand from the carriage window and pulled me into his carriage, and then I escaped danger. I was trembling and was about to say thank you, but he said calmly: Do you know what to do?
  At that moment, I remembered the mysterious note. What was written in the note turned out to be true! I nodded tremblingly, and Mingye immediately put me down from the carriage.

After returning home, I immediately took the steamed buns and chicken, duck, goose, and pig heads and quietly placed them in the east courtyard for worship. Who wrote that mysterious note, the Imperial Master? Why did he write to me? 】

The journal entry ends here.

It turns out that the original owner was guided by the mysterious note to feed Qin Baozhu every month in the name of offering sacrifices.

The person who wrote the mysterious note should have known that Qin Baozhu would suffer such a disaster, so he reminded the original owner in this way.

Could it be a national preceptor?
  Qin Baizhi looked solemn and had the same question.

She flipped back and found that the yellowed note was tucked into the notebook!
  She picked up the note and looked at it carefully.

The words on it were scrawled but beautiful, not like a man's handwriting, and they were exactly the same as the words on the bamboo slips.

In other words, the person who reminded her of the strange survival rules had reminded the original owner more than ten years ago.

(End of this chapter)