Fragrance Returned

Ding Zhao hurriedly walked home carrying the box.

The box contained candies and preserves he bought for his son, tonics for his father, and a piece of floral cloth for his wife. It cost more than five taels of silver, what a pity it is.

Ding Zhao and his wife rented in Qikou Hutong, not far from Yinfeng Street. It took more than two-quarters of an hour to walk quickly. The houses in this area are dilapidated, old and small, and most of the residents are traders. As soon as you enter the alley, you can smell a turbid air.

There were dirty puddles on the ground one after another. He tiptoed across the puddles and knocked on the second courtyard door.

Who is it? a female voice.

Ding Zhao said, Zhi Niang, it's me.

Neither voice was heard.

Xunxiang was excited in the box. Unexpectedly, she was already dead and survived, and her fate was reversed again.

Xunxiang was knocked awake.

Hearing people crying and screaming outside, he guessed what happened and dropped the box containing himself on the ground.

She didn't dare to cry and prayed that He Shun in the woman's mouth would not pick up the box. And he was afraid that if he didn't pick it up, he would be trampled to death.

While he was struggling, the box was picked up.

She wanted to cry but had no tears. She was destined to be the shortest-lived time travel girl.

After a while, she regained hope because the person carrying the box did not take a car but walked, and she did not hear Aunt He's voice.

Maybe someone took advantage of the money and took the box first.

Xunxiang prayed, no matter who is a thief, a bandit, or a villain, it is okay for anyone to take it, just don't let He Shun take it.

No matter whether the front is a tiger's den or a dragon's pool, it is better than being killed immediately, and there is still room for planning.

Hearing those two voices, Xunxiang was sure that he had indeed been picked up by another person.

There was a knock on the door, followed by a man's voice.

I also bought you a calico.

The woman smiled and said, It costs so much money to treat the disease, why waste money?

Ding Zhao smiled and said, Red flowers on a blue background, your clothes look good.

The couple entered the house and placed the wooden box on the table.

Mrs. Zhang looked at the wooden box and said in surprise, Master, this box is not ours.

Ding Zhao was startled and looked down at the wooden box. It was dark brown and the same size, but the box had patterns carved on it and the wood was much better.

It's indeed not ours. I must have picked it up by mistake on Yinfeng Street. I was walking in a hurry and didn't look carefully.

He quickly opened the lid of the box and saw a baby wearing green clothes and a pink hat lying curled up in the box. The baby girl opened her big eyes and looked at them quietly.

Ding Zhao and Zhang both exclaimed.

Jesus!

what happened?

Ding Zhao told the story of how when he was passing by Yinfeng Street, he encountered a panic and a chaos, and dropped the box in his hand and picked it up again.

I'll go back to Yinfeng Street right away to see if anyone is looking for the child.

Ms. Zhang was attracted by the baby in the box, her eyes filled with love and pity.

Tsk, tsk, it's so beautiful. It's the first time I've seen such a handsome child. He's so brave that he didn't cry.

She took the child out of the box and pulled off the diaper. It was her daughter.

The affection in her eyes grew even stronger, and she looked at the child carefully and said, The clothes and hat are all made of excellent soft satin. They are also embroidered with flowers, sewn with pearls, scented with incense, and carved on the box. Hua...this child is not simple, he must come from a wealthy family.

One year after coming to the capital, Zhang made silk and sold it to an embroidery shop to make money, and he could tell the quality of the material. Occasionally, I will meet women from wealthy families who go there, and they can also distinguish the good and bad incense. Although the fragrance of this child is very light, it smells very good. It should be a rare and rare high-quality incense.

Ding Zhao also noticed that it was unusual, Such a small baby, not to mention wealthy families, even ordinary people like us, have to hold it in their arms or carry it on their backs when going out, for fear of bumping the child. .

Children from rich families are so valuable. How could they be put in a box with the lid closed? It's obvious that they don't want to be seen. Could it be that bad guys stole the children and sold them for money?

Or maybe the person who stole the child is the enemy of the child's parents and wants to kill her and throw her into a mass grave? I'm scared to think about it. If there were more people crowded in, the child would have been trampled to death.

After saying that, he shook his head and denied his previous guess, That's not right. Rich people are not ordinary people like us. Thieves can just climb over the wall and steal things. Rich people have deep houses and compounds, and there are so many masters and servants. How can their children be easily stolen? People steal.

So, there must be someone in the child's family who is not good for her. Only by working together inside and outside can she steal it.

Xunxiang was very surprised. The couple were both quite smart and their analysis was very clear.

Mrs. Zhang was a little scared, Master, did you cause trouble by picking up the child? She sighed again and said, How could they let go of such a beautiful child?

Ding Zhao said, Rich families have a lot of secrets. As long as it affects their interests, they can do anything.

His mother, who died young, was harmed by members of her family.

Ding Zhao took the child from his wife's hand. The child is extremely beautiful, and his clear eyes look at him unblinkingly. Ding Zhao felt soft in his heart and couldn't bear to let go.

Listening to their conversation just now, Xunxiang decided that the two couples were good people. She was also afraid that they would send her back to the wolf den, so she grinned at them.

I yelled in my heart, adopt me quickly, adopt me quickly...

Mrs. Zhang's heart softened, she liked the child to the bottom of her heart, and she could see her husband's love for the child.

She said, God, look how sweet she smiles at us. Head, I told you that I gave birth to a daughter in a dream a few days ago. Is this a daughter given to us by God? Otherwise, we can raise her Let her go. No one will come to recognize her if she is sent back to Yinfeng Street, and even if she comes to recognize her, she may be killed. I have only given birth to two sons, and my father-in-law is looking forward to having a granddaughter every day. But I was injured when I gave birth to Liren. My body, who knows if I can get pregnant again.”

Xunxiang was so excited. This was the aura of a time-traveling girl. Even if she was dead, she could be transferred again. By some chance, she was picked up by this family. The two couples looked kind at first glance, and they happened to have no daughters.

She first smiled sweetly at the woman, then turned her eyes to the man, looking at him earnestly. Of course she couldn't see them clearly, but she could tell the direction from the sounds.

Ding Zhao also remembered that his wife had a daughter in her dream. Was this really a daughter given to them by God?

He smiled and said, This child is so smart. Look at her little eyes, she is afraid that we won't want her. It's fate that I picked her up.

Of course we are destined, Xunxiang was so happy that her eyes were filled with laughter.

Ding Zhao saw the milk doll smiling sweetly at him, and felt pity in his heart. Still said, However, we cannot keep her without authorization...

Mrs. Zhang said anxiously, Why not? You like this child too.

Xunxiang's smile froze, and she pursed her lips and wanted to cry. The words are so nice, why don't you keep yourself?

Thank you to Midnight Cat Dance for the reward, and thank you to Chunmu and Fengchui Xueluo for their monthly passes. Seeing familiar names again, Qingquan is very happy to know that you are thinking of Qingquan. . .