Chapter 5 — Past Fairness Restored

But holding it in my hand was heavier than the Marquis's handwritten letter. The aunts in the village also gathered around. Someone stuffs chicken eggs. Someone stuffed red apples. Someone also stuffed a rolling pin into Ta Tam Lang's hand. “Take it.” “If the people of the capital bully Duong Am, just knock.” Ta Tam Lang looked at the rolling pin, his eyes lit up. “This weapon is good.” “Can beat people, can also roll dough.” “Complete offense and defense.” I couldn't help but say: "Don't really fight." He immediately hid the rolling pin in his luggage. “I don't fight.” “Just letting him come along gives me more courage.” We don't ride in the Marquis's car. Ta Tam Lang borrowed a car to trick the government officials. He said the Hau Phu's car cushion was too soft, causing his back to hurt when he sat for a long time. Actually, I know that he doesn't want me to get into a car where the right to go or stay is decided by someone else. The donkey cart swayed up the road. People in the village sent them far away. Aunt Dao still stood under the willow tree, and didn't return until she couldn't see anymore. I hold the engagement contract tightly in my pocket, my heart is bitter. Ta Tam Lang sat on the back of the donkey cart. His mouth is also not free. “Duong Am, look at this donkey.” “How solid.” “More calm than little General Bui.” “At least it's not standing on the shore pretending to be a wooden stake.” I said: "Don't remind him." "Okay." He paused for a moment. “So remind me.” I was made fun of by him. Halfway down the road, there were suddenly two handsome horses in front blocking the way. Bui Nghien Chu sat on a horse, with several entourage behind him. He changed into a dark blue ao dai, still carrying his sword at his waist. Seeing our donkey cart, he frowned. “You sit this thing in the sutra?” Ta Tam Lang patted the donkey's back. "Star?" “Did it offend you?” Bui Nghien Chu didn't pay attention to him, just looked at me. “The Marquis has prepared the carriage.” “She comes with me.” I said: "No need." Bui Nghien Chu's face darkened. “Do you have to let others see such jokes?” I look at him. “The one being made fun of is not me.” “It's you.” Ta Tam Lang praised in a low voice. “This sentence is also good.” “We have to remember.” Bui Nghien Chu endured and then endured again. “Tham Duong Am, you want to go back to the Marquis Palace to ask for an explanation, I can help you.” I looked at him and suddenly felt so absurd. “When I called you underwater in the past, if you said this, I would believe it.” “It's late now.” Bui Nghien Chu's hand holding the reins tightened. His eyes fell on Ta Tam Lang, then fell on the donkey cart. "She doesn't know how many eyes the capital has." “His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will also come to the Marquis Palace today.” Ta Tam Lang smiled and said: "That's even better." “Creditors have everything.” Bui Nghien Chu laughed coldly. “Do you really think you can protect her?” Ta Tam Lang raised the whip in his hand. “Just try.” The atmosphere was immediately tense. At this moment, a group of men and horses appeared at the end of the official path. The leader, dressed in palace uniform, dismounted from his horse to perform the ceremony from afar. Bui Nghien Chu's face changed slightly. But the inner servant did not look at him. He walked straight to the front of the donkey cart, his eyes stopped on Ta Tam Lang's face for a moment, his knees suddenly went weak. Ta Tam Lang quickly caught it. He smiled and said: "Old man, the road is slippery." Noi Thi's lips trembled, her voice lowered extremely low. “Three families.” "The palace has been looking for someone for three years." 06 Ta Tam Lang supported the inner servant, a smile still hanging on his face. It's just that smile is no longer as carefree as usual. He helped the person stand firmly and said softly: "The old man mistakenly recognized the wrong person
i.” The edges of the eyes are red. “How could a slave get it wrong?” "The faint scar on your left eyebrow is from when you were ten years old and fell off a fierce horse." "The person who hates drinking the most bitter medicine always pours the medicine into a flower pot. The First Emperor once punished the scribe for that." Ta Tam Lang's finger stopped slightly. I sat in the car, my heart also sank. Tam Gia. In the palace. Immortal Emperor. These words put together are like a door suddenly opening. Behind the door is Ta Tam Lang that we have never seen. Bui Nghien Chu turned around and dismounted, staring at Ta Tam Lang. “Who are you anyway?” Ta Tam Lang did not answer. He just looked at me. There was a bit of guilt in his eyes, and a bit of awkwardness, not knowing where to start. “Duong Am, I didn't mean to hide it from you.” When I opened my mouth, my voice was calmer than I thought. “You said you forgot before.” “Are you really forgetting, or can't you say?” His throat moved. “Both.” “At first I really didn't remember everything.” “I remembered a little later, but I was afraid of bringing trouble to Aunt Dao's house.” "I'm also afraid that if she finds out, she won't let me stay." He bowed his head and looked at the sleeves of his rough cloth shirt. “I have lived very well these past three years.” “There is food to eat.” “Got a job.” “There are people scolding me, there are also people waiting for me to go home.” “I can't bear it.” The dull pain in my heart suddenly dissipated a bit. I remember him carrying water in the snow. Remember he fixed the leaky roof. I remember the night he sat in the yard, saying he wasn't sleepy, but actually his head was nodding up and down. These stories are not fake. I said: "Go to the sutra first." “Don't talk in the middle of the street.” Ta Tam Lang's eyes lit up a bit. “Aren't you angry?” I look at him. “Angry.” He immediately fell down. I said again: "But I'm not free now." He nodded. “So you just remember it first.”