The Brocaded Tale of The Girl Si

Sitting back down on the bed, Jiang Zhan's face became solemn.

He didn't show it in front of the old man and the young man, but he knew something was wrong in his heart.

Based on experience, most of the injuries on his body have clearly healed, and at most his movements are affected a little, but now he is unable to walk.

What are these people adding to his daily diet?

Despite this speculation, Jiang Zhan was helpless, let alone tearing his face completely.

At least there is still a chance for him to pretend to be stupid. If he breaks his face, maybe the other party will directly imprison him by tough means, and there will be no chance to run away.

Thinking of this, Jiang Zhan suddenly regretted it.

I knew earlier that I should agree to a substitution.

That girl named Ah Hua obviously has an idea for him, maybe she can do some pretty tricks?

Jiang Zhan was very annoyed and made up his mind to ask for a substitution when he turned around.

Elder Hua led Jiang Si out, passing by Alan with a slight pause: "Alan, you come too."

Alan hesitated for a moment, then bent his knees and followed behind Elder Hua.

The night has shrouded the entire stockade, and few people are walking outside, and the aroma of the rice from each household is more and more intense and mouth-watering.

Jiang Si followed Elder Hua farther and farther away from the smell of fireworks, and finally stopped at a house.

The elder's residence has arrived.

Elder Hua shook the copper bell hanging by the door, and soon the door opened.

It was a middle-aged woman who opened the door and bowed to Elder Hua.

Elder Hua nodded slightly and led Jiang Si and Alan inside.

The middle-aged woman seemed to have no curiosity at all, she lowered her eyes and closed the door tightly, not giving Jiang Si a second glance.

The courtyard is quiet, the moonlight is like frost, intertwined with the lights flowing from the house, illuminating the way forward.

Jiang Shi stepped on the stone steps, feeling a little nervous for no reason.

For the Great Elder, her mood is complicated. If she must say, she is more grateful than others.

In the past life, it was the white-haired old man who gave her a new identity and taught her a lot of skills.

Although from the current point of view, it is mutually beneficial for Wu Miao to let her pretend to be a saint, and the elders may teach her for other purposes, but those days of getting along and teaching her patiently are real.

The steps are only three steps, and Elder Hua has already walked in. He noticed that Jiang seemed to stop, and couldn't help but look back.

Like Alan who was behind Elder Hua, he turned his head back with a hint of nitpicking in his eyes.

Is this the woman Elder Hua found from somewhere else to pretend to be a saint?

It doesn't look good, such a person is also worthy of pretending to be a saint?

Alan was full of disdain, and because of the presence of Elder Hua, he suppressed his thoughts for the time being.

Jiang seemed to return to his senses and followed.

The room was filled with a strange fragrance, the fragrance was very light, if there was nothing.

An old voice came: "Is someone here?"

Elder Hua hurriedly said: "Come."

There was silence in the room for a while, and the voice sounded again: "Let's bring it in."

"Yes." Elder Hua motioned Jiang Shi to follow and walked into the door with the colorful curtain.

The light in the room was dim, and an old woman with silver hair sat cross-legged, her eyes calmly looking towards the door.

Elder Hua stepped forward quickly and turned aside to reveal Jiang Shi: "Elder, this is the lady."

The Great Elder's gaze fell on Jiang Si.

Jiang Si bowed to the elder.

The first elder was stunned for a moment, his originally indifferent demeanor changed, and he looked at Elder Hua.

The woman in front of her was wearing the appearance of the granddaughter of the elder Hua, and she was doing Wumiao etiquette.

And this ceremony is very standard.

Is this really the woman who looks like Asang that Elder Hua found from the distant Dazhou capital?

Elder Hua suppressed his surprise and explained, "I told her something about us on the way."

Seeing how the elders saluted in Wumiao, she did mention to Jiang Si, but she didn't expect the other party to do such a good job.

"Remove the disguise on her face."

Elder Hua nodded, took out a jar of ointment from the cloth bag he carried with him, took out some and smeared it on a clean handkerchief, to remove the disguise for Jiang Zhe.

The Great Elder stared intently at Jiang-like face,

I saw that the skin on the woman's face became more and more fair, and her eyebrows and eyes gradually changed.

"Turn up the lights." The elder said suddenly.

Alan stared at Jiang Xijian without blinking, but she didn't realize that this was an order for her.

Or Elder Hua shouted: "Alan, didn't you hear the order of the first elder?"

Alan came back to his senses, pleaded guilty, and hurriedly turned on the lights.

Immediately the house lit up.

At this time, Jiang Si's true face was finally revealed in front of several people.

"Saint!" Alan looked excited and walked towards Jiang Shi.

The first elder was completely shocked, and the hands in the wide sleeves trembled slightly.

Like, it is too similar, this is just like Asang!

No, except for a red mole between the eyebrows.

The calmed down elder finally discovered the difference, and this discovery did not affect her excitement at the moment.

The death of Saint Assange was like a sharp sword hanging over the heads of all those in the know.

Finding a woman with a similar figure and face shape to Assan's face, the Great Elder didn't think about it, but he didn't dare to do it easily.

Although it was perfunctory to let the woman appear in front of the clan for a short period of time, it could not hide the eyes of several elders of her generation.

These elders have all learned the art of disguise, and there is even one who masters this art more exquisitely than her.

Wumiao's interior is not monolithic, and when several elders found out that someone took the place of A-Sang to appease the clan, A-Sang's death could not be concealed.

By then, there will be chaos.

God has mercy on him, and actually sent a woman who was almost the same as Ah Sang to her.

The one who was more excited than the first elder was Alan.

Alan rushed over and knelt in front of Jiang Si, covering his face and crying: "Saint, you..."

Elder Hua coughed hard, lest Alan would miss out.

Alan grabbed Jiang Si's skirt and didn't let go.

Jiang Si lifted her foot and moved to the side, her voice cold: "You recognized the wrong person."

With this opening, the elder directly stood up and said, "You say it again!"

Even the voices are so similar, could it be that Ah Sang is really back?

Jiang Si looked at the Great Elder and said in a calm tone, "I'm not a saint, Miss Alan has mistaken her."

Alan raised his head and murmured, "It's obviously the same as the saint..."

"Then I'm not a saint, I'm from Da Zhou." Jiang Si said lightly.

Alan opened his mouth and turned to look at the elder.

The first elder ignored a little girl at the moment, stared at Jiang Si with a burning gaze, and suddenly said, "Stretch out your left hand."

Jiang Si calmly stretched out his hand.

The first elder grabbed her wrist and lifted up his sleeves to take a closer look. He couldn't tell whether he was disappointed or shocked, and murmured, "There are people in this world who are so similar to A-Sang."

There was a small red mark on the inside of Asang's left elbow, which he was born with, but the woman in front of him didn't have.

This is the true god with spirit, and sent another "saint"!

The Great Elder couldn't help but glance at Elder Hua.