Xu Qinghuan told Marquis Anyi and Song Chengxuan what happened to King Jian Zhuangzi.
An Yihou pondered for a long time and then said: Since you have all read the things in Zhuangzi and found no clues, I guess the Yamen can't find anything. Maybe Wei E did not tell all the truth.
This was what Xu Qinghuan suspected. She turned to look outside the door. When she left the village, Uncle Lei was a little different from before. After returning home, Uncle Lei had been standing outside.
Xu Qinghuan stood up: Father, my daughter will go to pay her respects to her grandmother first.
Go ahead, An Yihou said, and then go see if your mother has prepared any food. Let Chengxuan eat at home today.
Xu Qinghuan saluted and walked out of the house.
After his daughter left, An Yihou no longer needed to be secretive: What happened to Zhang Yuci?
Song Chengxuan also put down the teacup in his hand: It looked like he wouldn't be able to survive for a few days.
An Yihou couldn't help but feel anxious: That poisonous pill is so powerful, Huan'er!
Song Chengxuan said calmly: I am going to take Mr. Liao's prescription and try it on Zhang Yuci first.
An Yihou was surprised: Use Zhang Yuci to test the medicine? However, he soon discovered that his son-in-law's method was good. If there was something wrong, Mr. Liao could change the prescription.
Song Chengxuan said: The Queen Mother has given up on Zhang Yuci, and the officials of the Dali Temple of the Ministry of Punishment are not willing to interrogate the Zhang family in person. I will make up for it with a memorial afterwards, and no one will question it.
After speaking, Song Chengxuan stood up and said: I will go to Qingling to see if he has refined the pill.
An Yihou watched Song Chengxuan walk out the door, and couldn't help but feel satisfied and a little melancholy.
Just now, the daughter and son-in-law were looking at each other back and forth, but he saw it all. They went out one after another, and they must have met privately and alone.
He thought he could deceive him with this little trick. When he met his wife for the second time, he had already made an appointment with her without her noticing.
He slipped into the garden and stepped on her foot while she was not paying attention. Although the result was a little off, she did not stop to keep the appointment. But then he worked harder. When he was shooting arrows in the school field, he did not miss the mark.
He accidentally shot the hem of the lady's skirt. With his bow and arrow shooting ability, how could he miss? He believed that the lady could understand what he meant. He was telling her that this was a God-given marriage.
Although his wife was a bit stupid, he did not give up. He knew in his heart that as long as he continued to work hard, Jin Cheng would be able to achieve success. Of course, the result was exactly as he expected, and they successfully negotiated the marriage.
An Yihou thought of how the years of his youth were both sweet and a little sad. The sweetness was naturally due to the wife he married, but the sadness was due to the ups and downs. The ups and downs were because the wife was too virtuous, and there were other people who had the same thoughts as him.
That man was so shameless that he pursued her so hard. If he hadn't worked so hard, my wife would have almost married someone else.
Cheng Xuan doesn't look like someone who wants to please others. Maybe this is Cheng Xuan's first secret meeting with his daughter. Would he like to go see it, but the two of them might feel uncomfortable in the presence of their elders.
An Yihou couldn't help but hesitate a little, and he was at war with the people in his heart.
Mr. Hou and Uncle Lei interrupted Mr. Anyi's thinking.
Uncle Lei stepped forward with a heavy and serious expression: I have found Gu Li.
Anyihou couldn't help but change his expression: What did you say? Where is he?
Enter King Jian's village. Uncle Lei said.
Is Gu Li still alive? Not only is he alive but he has defected to King Jian? This is impossible. An Yihou said: Can you talk to him? He, he
Uncle Lei shook his head: No, I saw the medicine bottle I gave him. The words on it were carved by me myself. There is no mistake. The medicine bottle was buried with the remains in King Jian's palace.
Enter Zhuangzi.
Uncle Lei's voice trembled a little after talking about it.
The sunlight in the room seemed to fade away at this moment, and darkness enveloped An Yihou and Uncle Lei.
An Yihou was silent for a long time before speaking: Although I had already guessed that he was gone, now that I know such news, I can't help but be enveloped in sadness.
Although Uncle Lei and Gu Li were not generals under Anyihou, they were the most trusted people by Anyihou. The rebellion of King Wei happened too suddenly, and Anyihou vaguely sensed that something was wrong. Before entering the palace, he ordered Gu Li
Checking the situation in Beijing, it was found that Gu Li never came back once he left.
The guards and slaves who were killed in the Wei Palace were all buried by the court. He also asked Uncle Lei to search among the corpses, but Gu Li was not found.
Uncle Lei has been away for many years, hiding in the escort agency, and has been searching for traces of Gu Li in private. If Gu Li was alive, he would definitely have found clues, but this pursuit has yielded no results, and there is a high probability that something unexpected happened.
Uncle Lei had also thought about whether Gu Li had betrayed Mr. Hou, and now everything has come to an end.
Marquis Anyi stood up and said: King Jian must know. Since he is buried in his village, he must know the whole story.
But you can't ask. Uncle Lei clenched his fists slightly. He still didn't know if King Jian was the mastermind behind it. If this was a trap set by King Jian, he was just waiting for the Marquis to step on it.
Anyihou sat back on the chair.
Uncle Lei said: It's better to tell the eldest lady, the eldest lady will definitely find out the truth.
Shen family.
Mr. Shen leaned on the pillow, took the medicine bowl from the steward's hand and drank it all in one gulp. After taking the medicine, Mr. Shen still had no strength. He closed his eyes and rested for a long time before sighing deeply.
The steward said softly: Master, have a good rest. You haven't closed your eyes all day and night, and your body can't bear it.
I'm about to die. Mr. Shen couldn't help coughing as he spoke. It took him a long time to regain his composure. No matter how much medicine he took, it was of no use. It was already the time when the oil was exhausted.
The steward couldn't help but feel a little sentimental.
Mr. Shen said: "Don't feel sorry for me. I have experienced hardships and blessings in this life. There are still a few years of smooth life. It is enough. I just can't worry about whoever takes over after I leave. I will help him spread the word. He is here."
I'm afraid it will be more difficult in the palace. I have been outside for so many years and have not found a reliable person.
The steward gently patted Mr. Shen's chest: Take your time, there is no need to rush these things.
Old Mrs. Shen said: "Han Wei was not outstanding in the palace before, but now I think I made a mistake. It would have been better if I had known about Han Wei earlier, and I could have spent more time to see him."
The steward thought: Do you want to hand over all these matters to Han Wei? But he belongs to King Jian.
Yes, Mr. Shen said quietly, but it is a pity that he is from King Jian, but whose people are we? After so many years, we still don’t know what the outcome of that night was. If everyone died, who would we have here?
What does it mean?
I have struggled for so many years and just want to see hope, but where is the hope?