Yan Wei came out of Li Qiao's yard and walked home. Zhang Buer followed behind and asked, "Ah Lang is going out? Why are he going home again?"

"Li Qiao will come to me later. I have to wait for him at home."

Yan Wei returned home and arrived in front of the hall, brushed away the dust on his parents' spirit cards with his sleeves and said to himself: "I thought you were a good person."

He turned his head and asked Zhang Buer, "Did your father be afraid of his inner self when he was alive?"

Zhang Buer nodded and replied, "Well, there are some, otherwise how could there be no servant in the family... Huh! Li Qiao is here, Alang is really a vain."

Li Qiao entered the house and said to Zhang Buer: "Buer, please stay outside and don't let others come in. I have something important to you to say to your husband."

Yan Wei said, "It's rare that you are still considerate of him. Bu Er is not an outsider. In fact, there is nothing to hide from."

"Mr. Langjun cannot say that. Yan Zhubu is actually a good person and has great kindness to my family."

Zhang Buer was not very smart but not confused. He immediately realized something was wrong, "I'd better go out and guard it."

"You can say it now!"

Li Qiao bowed and replied: "With the cleverness of the husband, I guess most of it is guessed that Xiaochan is the daughter of Yan Zhubu's illegitimate child. This matter is a long story..."

It turned out that Li Qiao had an older sister who was kidnapped by human traffickers in the countryside at the age of fifteen or sixteen and then sold to a man. It happened that the master Yan was tired of the shrewd wife at home, so he made up his mind and bought a woman from the man to put it in another workshop for an outdoor room. It was Li Qiao's sister.

Li Qiao's sister's health was getting worse after giving birth. Because she was begging each other, Master Yan was soft-hearted and sent her back to the countryside. Otherwise, how could a master of Taichang Temple have something to do with the countryside soldiers?

You may wonder why Li Qiao's hometown is not far from Luoyang City, and it is only half a day to take a carriage, so why didn't she escape back by herself? Because she couldn't leave Luoyang City at all, she was arrested by Wu Hou who was patrolling the streets as soon as she left the gate.

"Thanks to Master Yan, otherwise my sister might be sold to a brothel. My grandmother would never see her again."

Thank you so much. Li Qiao must have never heard of the saying that there was no business to kill. If there were fewer people like Yan Zhubu, her sister would not have been kidnapped.

"Where is Sister Ling now?"

Li Qiao sighed and said, "I died of wind and cold the winter of the previous year!"

Yan Wei thought to himself: "Bianqi Daddy seemed to have passed away from a cold winter last year. I don't know who passed it to whom. As for Baiqi, I may not die of heartache. It is difficult to not be angry if there is such a father and son around me.

"Since she has no more than her grandmother, I should take care of her as a brother. I will give you double the salary in the future. When she is a few years older, I will give her a good family. Then I will give her a generous dowry."

Li Qiao was silent for a while and said, "Don't your husband allow Xiao Chan to recognize his ancestors and return to his hometown?"

Yan Wei shook his head and said, "It's not suitable for the time being. I'll talk about it when I escape from Princess Taiping's Mansion and return to Chang'an one day. Otherwise, something wrong in Luoyang might implicate her."

Li Qiao stumbled twice and said, "It depends on the arrangement of the husband!"

As the sun sags westward, the heat gradually faded, and the cool breeze slowly blew with the night sky. Zhang Changzong, who was sweating profusely, breathed a sigh of relief. He held the railing and rested for a while and continued patrolling along the palace road.

Zhang Changzong's Si Wei Shaoqing is not an empty title. He really controls some of the palace bans, especially the Zichen Hall where Wu Zetian is always stationed. No one can easily enter and exit without him. He is serious about Wu Zetian's life safety.

When he arrived at Zichen Hall, Zhang Changzong stopped and looked inside. Seeing that the hall was black and the stone lamps around him were not lit, he shouted, "Why are you not holding the lights yet?"

The guard beside him said, "When Zhang Shaoqing, it was the one whom Cao Duwei refused to let him go, saying that he was afraid of hindering the saint's rest."

"Oh, don't order if you don't order."

Zhang Changzong was about to continue patrolling when he heard someone outside the hall calling: "Zhang Shaoqing stay!"

Then he saw a man coming quickly, and saw a person wearing a high crown and leather armor hanging on his waist. However, it was obvious that a woman came to Zhang Changzong and bowed, "Zhang Shaoqing, the saint summoned you over."

"It's the Duwei of Cao!" Zhang Zongchang said happily: "The saint is awake? Look at me, I'm sweating all over. I'll go to see the saint after I finish the shower and dress up."

Cao Ke'er bowed and said, "The saint can no longer sleep after waking up, so he wants you to go over and talk for a while."

"Oh! I'll go now!" Zhang Changzong took off the weapons from his waist and threw them to his subordinates and followed Cao Ke'er to the back door of Zichen Palace.

The hall gate was half-closed, and a faint light could be seen in the hall. A maid led Zhang Changzong to slowly step into the hall, and the two of them tiptoed towards the light at that point.

The palace was silent, but if you look closely, you will find that there are many palace servants in the dark, such as half of the statue standing or kneeling, but they dare not make any noise, as if they are even breathing.

As soon as Zhang Changzong arrived in front of the curtain, he heard a voice inside asking, "Is it Liulang here?" The old voice mixed with some expectations.

Zhang Changzong immediately stopped in front of the curtain and bowed, "It's a humble minister. I just inspected around and came immediately after hearing the call of the saint."

"I was stunned and didn't come in quickly."

When Zhang Changzong entered and lifted the curtain, he immediately felt a hint of chill. In the faint light, there was a person lying on the bed. Before the collapse, a palace man knelt gently shaking the round fan in his hand.

Zhang Changzong stepped forward and took the round fan from the palace servants, and asked in harmony to the person on the bed, "How can the saint be better? Why don't you ask the two brothers to wait in front of the bed? I'm really anxious for the past half day."

"I don't want you brothers to see my sick look. Oh... I'm really old. I've been hit by the sun after only a few steps under the sun!"

"It has nothing to do with the body of the saint. It's really because the weather is too hot today. In the evening, I was already sweating profusely."

"Xiaoyue has turned on the lights, I want to see Liulang."

Qi Xiaoyue slowly walked to the lamp, reached out to pick up the lampshade and plucked it on the wick with the lamp licking rod, and the front of the couch immediately became brighter.

A slender old woman in a small white silk dress was lying on the collapse. She saw her silver hair as snow as snow, only a few black hairs, wide and full forehead, long and sparse eyebrows, slightly drooping eyes, and smiling. Although there were many folds on her face, her skin was fair and smooth and not very old. At first glance, she was a kind-hearted old man.

Wu Zetian looked at Zhang Changzong who was sweating profusely and said, "Thank you for your hard work! Xiaoyue brought another cold veil."

The palace maid took a handkerchief from the ice basin and handed it to Wu Zetian. Zhang Changzong immediately put his head in front of Wu Zetian. Wu Zetian was like a kind grandmother smiling and wiping the sweat stains on Zhang Changzong's face, "Liulang, don't patrol anymore, I'm cool here, just sleep here, I'll sleep with you, I'll sleep with peace of mind."

Zhang Changzong said happily: "I will take a bath now and come back to serve the saints."

"It's okay! I don't dislike you, so take off my shirt first."

"Okay!" Zhang Changzong had just unbuttoned the belt around his waist when he heard a slap under his feet. It seemed that something fell out of his clothes. The palace maid next to him shouted nervously and coldly: "What's it!"

The palace ladies outside, who were like clay puppets, rushed outside the curtain when they heard the sound, and their hairpin was already in their hands. With just one order, they rushed in and killed Zhang Changzong.

Zhang Changzong picked up the things from the ground, "Don't be nervous about Qi Shangqi, it's just a picture album."
Chapter completed!