The emperor's eyes were filled with distress: "My beloved, you don't need any parents or brothers and sisters, you are still better than others. Because you have a husband and me."
"Your Majesty... you have the whole world, but I, my concubine, only have one husband..." Her beautiful face was instantly flooded with tears, just like the impatiens blooming in the rain in the imperial garden.
Three days later, the weather finally cleared up. What followed was an even more unbearable scorching sun.
When Zhao Xiong returned to his residence from the army, the sky had not yet completely darkened. Every plant and tree in the courtyard exuded the lazy and tired atmosphere of summer.
After dinner, the family goes back to the house. Those who should exercise their muscles will continue to exercise, those who should nourish the fetus will continue to nourish the fetus, and those who should chew their ears between husband and wife will go back to the room to chew their ears...
"It's such a hot day. I don't know if Zhao'er will take care of herself outside. It really worries me." Mrs. Liu has become more and more restless these days. A few days ago, she was worried that her son would be struck by lightning outside.
This time, I was afraid that my son would be sunburned by the poisonous sun... I was afraid of affecting the mood of the pregnant woman Gong Yueyue. She would never show anything outside, but after closing the door, Zhao Xiong's ears could not be cleaned.
Fortunately, today Zhao Xiong came prepared. He took out a note from his sleeve with a smile and handed it to her: "Here."
Liu unfolded the note in surprise, and the familiar handwriting suddenly appeared in front of her eyes: "Zhao'er's words are Zhao'er's words!" A few square characters carried how much longing and helplessness the man in the desert had - "Ann, please don't let me, my parents."
Remember, you must cherish it."
"Have you seen him? Have you seen your son?" Mrs. Liu turned over the small piece of paper, fearing that she would miss half of the radical.
Zhao Xiong patted his wife's thin shoulder and said gently: "No, this was given to me by a beggar on my way to the military camp today." It must be that his son couldn't get away for the time being, so he asked someone to pass the message on his behalf.
To report that the family is safe. Even so, it has brought great comfort to the two exhausted parents.
Mrs. Liu smiled broadly, but then asked again: "Should I tell that girl?"
Zhao Xiong has no idea about this matter. Just like Liu described it, Gong Yueyue is like Zhao Changyuan's eyeballs. If someone blows on him accidentally, he will make trouble and die. So as long as Gong Yueyue is involved, Zhao Changyuan will
Xiong and his wife would be a little confused: "But we don't know what Zhao'er means..."
Mrs. Liu thought for a moment and finally said: "In my opinion, at least let that girl know that Zhao'er is safe and sound. She is no less worried than the two of us. Sometimes she secretly wipes her tears while holding Zhao'er's things."
Zhao Xiong also nodded: "Okay, show it to her." In that era, there was no such thing as prenatal and postpartum depression. However, people who went crazy or committed suicide after giving birth were not unheard of.
In particular, Zhao Xiong and his wife are both well-informed people, so naturally they care more than ordinary people.
"Hey." Mrs. Liu responded, then held the piece of paper and read it over and over again.
Not long after, there was a knock on the door. Zhao Xiong opened the door and saw that it was Tian Hai.
"Sir, this is a letter from Luoyang. General Yang Guodong sent someone to deliver it to you."
Zhao Xiong took the letter and asked Tian Hai to step aside. He walked to the table and read the letter quickly under the light. He thought it was just a letter from Zhao Xiong between old friends, but he never thought about this letter.
The content in it made Zhao Xiong couldn't help but read it carefully three times from beginning to end.
"Master, what's wrong with you? Why are you so depressed? Could it be that something happened?" Liu's original joyful mood was mostly extinguished by Zhao Xiong's uncertain expression.
Zhao Xiong folded the letter, looked at his wife steadily, and said calmly: "The case of the family extermination of Magistrate Liu's family has come to an end."
"Who did it?" Just because on the day of the incident, Zhao Changyuan was seen at the scene of the crime and had a fight with Yin Liang. This case remained unsolved for a day and became a thorn in the hearts of Zhao Xiong, his wife and Gong Yueyue.
Even if they were beaten to death, they would not believe that this matter had something to do with Zhao Changyuan. But none of them wanted this matter to leave any undue stain on Zhao Changyuan's innocent life. This is like a yellow-flowered girl accidentally stealing from Ximen.
Walking out of Qingwu, even if the jade is as perfect as a fairy, there is no reason to explain.
Zhao Xiong clasped his hands lightly on the table. Some doubts seemed to flash in his mind, but he could not form a complete and powerful concept. Finally, he put away the letter and stood up and said, "I'm going out for a while."
Mrs. Liu was not willing to comply, so she grabbed his robe and complained: "Hey, how could you leave in the middle of a sentence?"
He thrust the letter into Mrs. Liu's hand and told her: "Keep the letter and read it. Burn it after reading it."
"okay."
Before leaving the house, he did not forget to turn around and warn: "There is still something in the letter, don't go out and talk about it."
"Do not worry."
On the other side of the Zhao Mansion, Gong Yueyue was squeezing the fat on her arms and thighs and crying without tears: "Look, look, how much fatter I have gained. Woo hoo hoo... I can't even look at it!"
Xiaomei was sitting at the table making clothes for the children. She rolled her eyes and replied angrily: "Miss, you are too fussy. The two children need to eat and drink in your belly. How can you carry them if you don't grow some flesh?"
Live?"
Gong Yueyue sat down on the stool next to her and said confidently: "You girl, what do you know? Women can't muddle along at any time and relax their demands on themselves. Little Ace once said, either you will lose weight or die.
. Weibo once said, how can a woman who can’t even control her weight control her own life? My husband-in-law is not around, if he comes back and sees me like this, he will not like it..."
Xiaomei was amused by her exaggerated remarks: "Young lady can talk nonsense, and I will like you no matter what you become."
"Don't think like that. Men are all visual animals. Don't take it lightly. Don't ruin yourself endlessly like me." She also knew that pregnant women can eat more than Zhao Ren, but she still couldn't face herself.
Out of shape figure and increasingly ugly face. It turns out that it is true that pregnant women will become ugly.
Xiaomei kindly comforted her and said: "At least my uncle is definitely not the one. During the days when you were in coma, you were as haggard as a day lily. Not only did your uncle not dislike you, but he also felt very distressed."
After hearing this, she recalled the time when she woke up from her sleep, the scene where Zhao Changyuan personally fed her and scrubbed her. The sweet taste of being pampered and the deep longing mixed in her heart.
The delivery date is getting closer and closer, and she will experience what she fears most. She thought it would be good to have him around. But where is he?
"Dad, are you looking for me?" Gong Yueyue saw that Zhao Xiong seemed to be in a good mood, so she put aside her doubts, walked forward, bowed slightly and bowed.
Zhao Xiong raised his head and said gently: "Well, sit wherever you want." Then he put down the paper in his hand, left the desk, walked to the chair opposite her and sat down.
"Just now your father...your Uncle Yang..." Zhao Xiong didn't expect that he would encounter an obstacle as soon as he opened his mouth. What kind of identity does Yang Guodong have to Gong Yueyue? How can he say this without being rude or hypocritical?
Gong Yueyue smiled lightly and softened Zhao Xiong's embarrassment: "That's Yiyi's father, that is, my father. Without the Yang family, I wouldn't be where I am today."
Zhao Xiong smiled heartily and then said: "Your father wrote a letter and said three things."
"It's...what is it about? Is it related to me?" Gong Yueyue immediately became nervous. If it wasn't related to herself, how could Zhao Xiong summon her over at night?
"It has nothing to do with you."
Hearing his denial, she breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly she became nervous again: "Is that about my husband-in-law?"
Zhao Xiong felt funny in his heart, and quickly waved his hand and explained: "Don't be so nervous, it doesn't have much to do with Zhao'er. I just wanted to find someone to talk to after reading this letter..." In the past, I encountered similar situations that were unimaginable.
He would always call his son into the study room and talk about it by candlelight. Although he seemed dull and slow on the surface, he was actually an extremely smart boy. Think about the problem.
He is always thoughtful and always calm when faced with danger. Of course, his emotional intelligence still needs to be improved.
So just after he read the letter in the house, he still naturally wanted to talk to his son, even though he knew that this was just a luxury wish at the moment. He left his wife and came to the study alone, facing the empty and dark
In this situation, I felt a little depressed, and my thoughts that I wanted to sort out in my heart only became more confusing. I accidentally looked down and saw Zhao Changyuan's calligraphy pressed with paper on the desk. There was a pile of transcripts next to it. The handwriting was awkward and ugly, but I saw it.
It turned out that the person who wrote the letter was very careful and worked very hard. He immediately understood that this was Gong Yueyue's masterpiece. "Perhaps we can listen to this weird girl's insights." He thought to himself, and then let Xiao Huzi go.
I called Gong Yueyue.
"Dad, do you want to hear your child's opinion?" Gong Yueyue was really smart, and she knew his intention without the father-in-law saying anything more. "Then please, dad, please tell your child these three things.
"
"The murderer of the three cases of mass murder and arson has been found." Zhao Xiong got straight to the point and immediately picked out the thorn that had been aching in Gong Yueyue's heart these days.
"Who is it?" She tensed up, as if she wanted to use all the cells in her body to hear the answer.
"It's a villager from Yujia Village outside Cangzhou City. His name is Yu Shuangxi."
As soon as the words fell, Gong Yueyue felt relieved and breathed a long sigh of relief. But immediately she felt that she had lost her composure: "I'm sorry, Dad, I know it's not good for me to do this. But..."
Zhao Xiong smiled disapprovingly: "You don't have to say that, dad can understand your mood. The sooner we prove that this matter has nothing to do with Zhao'er, the sooner we can put it into our hearts."
Gong Yueyue scratched her head in embarrassment, and then the occupational disease began to trouble her again: "But why did Yu Shuangxi do this? What was his motive for killing?" (To be continued)