She fell out after crying at the wrong grave

Ah'ao woke up early in the morning, but felt uncomfortable all over.

His eyes were stuck with glue, his limbs were swollen from swords and guns, and perhaps only his mind was still clear.

Actually, it’s not that I didn’t sleep well, it’s just that I basically didn’t sleep last night.

Yunli walked into the yard to deliver the message and saw Ah'ao standing at the door yawning. She couldn't help but think of what Yuncheng had just told her about the scene last night.

The young marquis was drunk earlier, but he didn't seem to be too noisy. When the sobering soup was brought to him, he was still talking to A'ao.

Yunli and Yuncheng didn't want to stay any longer, so they put it down and left. When the doctor came, he prescribed a stronger hangover medicine, and just told them to drink it and have a good rest. After that, he left, and the yard was quiet, as if the matter had ended there.

The sound of metal scratching against the ground came in the middle of the night.

Yun Cheng was on guard at night. He was wrapped in a quilt and squatting on a tree to sleep. He was suddenly awakened by the sound and immediately bent down to see what was going on.

No matter how hard Yun Cheng tried to think about this scene, he just couldn't imagine it.

His master was only wearing a middle-length shirt, holding a long sword in one hand and holding the hand of his disheveled-haired lady with the other.

Yun Cheng was startled and even his sleepiness disappeared, but he didn't dare to go down and disturb them, so he changed into a comfortable posture and continued squatting to watch.

The hangover soup prescribed by the doctor was thick and bitter, far less sweet than the one Ah-yi had. It is easy to go from bitter to sweet, but it is difficult to go from sweet to bitter.

So when no one was watching him, he poured all the soup into the non-flowering magnolia tree at the gate of the yard without leaving a drop.

He was still sober when he did this.

Ah'ao was so hungry that her eyes were blurry. Seeing him pick up the bowl obediently, she wanted to run to the kitchen to find something to eat.

This negligence caused me to suffer for half the night.

Hengzhi straightened her arms and stuffed the cold handle of the knife into her hand. Ah'ao suddenly opened her eyes.

"Hold it tight." Hengzhi didn't give her a chance to react. He stood behind her in the same position and covered her wrist holding the knife. The knife was really heavy. Ah-yi held it for a while and felt her wrist ache.

Then, he suddenly retracted his right hand, which was now moving forward and backward with them, bent backward, and made a beautiful flower.

The tip of the knife scraped against the ground, creating a spark.

"Hengzhi, you are crazy!"

The following moves followed smoothly one after another, forcing Ah'ao to perform a set of sword techniques regardless of whether she could keep up or whether her steps were disorderly.

The scene in front of her eyes changed rapidly, and the ear-piercing sound of wind and the sound of swords reminded her not to argue with a drunkard.

After all the hassles, Ah-yi could no longer fall asleep. So she thought about getting up early to go to the shop to settle the accounts. It just so happened that Zhang Hai was going to come and settle the remaining balance that she had agreed to pay today.

"Madam, you must not have slept well. How about I ask the kitchen to make some wontons to help you get through the sleep?" Yun Li followed her steps and walked out of the yard that gave her a gloomy mood.

"No, it's too early and I don't have much appetite." Ah's head turned to look at her, "Is there something you want to say? Why did you come so early?"

A few people who were sweeping the corridor passed by and bowed to A'ao.

Yunli stopped talking with great tact, and waited for the person to pass before whispering, "Did the young marquis tell you yesterday that he was going to hold a funeral?"

Seeing her serious expression, A'ao nodded.

"I came here to talk to you about this." Yunli supported Ah's still trembling elbow and crossed the threshold together. "This funeral was originally meant to be entrusted to you. It is the death of Madam Xu, the mother of the young marquis."

So that's how it is. It's not just talk.

Ah'ao suddenly felt a little depressed, just like the weather today, which was neither sunny nor rainy.

They have always called themselves the new lady because there was only one lady in the Zhaohou Mansion, and that was Xu.

When Xu was young, she was also a beautiful lady from a noble family. Even though her father only achieved the title of Tongyi Doctor in his lifetime, it was not uncommon in the capital where every inch of land was worth a lot of money.

An imperial edict determined her fate. She left the place where she grew up and married to a man in Kezhou, where she would stay for the rest of her life, and she would never return to her hometown again.

At that time, Heng Qi was not even thirty years old, but he was very brave and outstanding, and he was promoted to the head of a state. Everyone envied Xu.

But no matter how glamorous it is, it is only on the surface. She married into the Marquis's mansion and admired her husband, hoping to be a virtuous and good wife.

Heng Qi didn't seem to care about her efforts. At that time, there were still wars in Kezhou, and whenever he went out to fight Youbei, there was never a lack of women in Heng Qi's tent. They were either maids or dancers.

When Xu first discovered the situation, she was already more than four months pregnant.

The human heart is the most difficult to predict. The husband who praised your delicious cakes and advised you to take good care of your pregnancy when you said goodbye the day before, will have sex with someone else in the tent in the blink of an eye.

It seems that his wife has never been an important person in Hengqi's life. Even the title of Lady Zhaohou is dispensable.

Day after day, year after year.

He became increasingly indifferent, and Xu became increasingly disappointed. Although Aunt Zhao, who came with her as a dowry, kept urging Xu to be stronger, Xu was still too disheartened to care. She had no choice about her life.

It might be best to just let it go.

No matter how much Hengqi spent his time drinking and carousing outside, she was still the wife of the Marquis of Zhao, and the young Hengqi was also born as the crown prince, and he had never changed his ways for several years. For Hengqi, a tolerant and indulgent wife who gave birth to his legitimate son and had no background was perfect for him.

Xu once thought that such days would continue until the last day of her death from natural causes.

Hengzhi had been a good kid since he was young, which made Xu very relieved. Even though he seldom received his father's company, his growth rarely caused Xu any worries.

He was diligent in studying and practicing martial arts. In addition, he was also very hateful of evil. He had already obtained wealth and honor in this life. It seemed that there was nothing else he wanted except that he would grow up to be a man who could shoulder responsibilities, marry and have children, and live with him for a hundred years.

The land in the water is called the "Zhi". Hengqi is a pool of turbid and rotten dead water, and Kezhou is the vast ocean that makes Xu Shi isolated and helpless. She hopes that her son can be clear and stand on the pure land.

And all this came to an abrupt end when she suddenly fell ill.

"Maybe everyone is born with a destiny. My wife told me so at that time. She was too sick to get out of bed." Aunt Zhao's eyes were blank, as if she was thinking about something that happened long ago.

But it has only been ten years since Xu's death. Now it is the third year of Long'an, the reign of Linghui has long been a thing of the past, and the people who stayed in the reign of Linghui are about to disappear with the memory.

A'ao listened in silence.

In the ear room, there was freshly added tea on the table. The hot white steam rising up was filled with a certain sad atmosphere.

I came to ask her today, and I asked the right person.

"I'm used to calling her Madam. I watched her grow up. She died in this mansion." Aunt Zhao's face was filled with hatred when she thought of Heng Qi. "Heng Qi deserves to die and never be reborn!"

He changed the subject and looked at Ah-yi sternly, "It's almost the end of the world, how can you understand the feelings of the prince who lost his mother at a young age?"

Yes, Ah'ao lowered her head and chuckled.

"Aunt Zhao, I know you don't like me. But it doesn't matter. I don't like you either." Ah-yi was too lazy to argue. "I have lived to this age and have only seen my mother during the New Year. I am afraid I can count the number of times on one hand."

Chen Zhaoying's face seemed to have begun to blur with memory, just like when Zhao mentioned Madam Xu.

"After my father died, I thought I could see my mother and ask her why she left me to others." Thinking back to that day in Chong'an Hall, Ah's heart still felt painful. "She died soon after."

Aunt Zhao looked at her the same way.

"Who in this world is happy? I have seen more than a dozen funerals, and they all died in different ways. There are too many sufferings in the world. If you think you can get all the preferential treatments by relying on your suffering, you might as well find a way to be reborn nearby. Heng Qi knows more about the ways of being a human being than you do."

The words were spoken with a hint of a cold smile, and they hit Aunt Zhao's heart like a heavy stone.

In her opinion, Ah-yi was just a lowly laundry girl who had hooked up with the prince and wanted to rise to the top overnight. She didn't expect that at such a young age, she had a more thorough understanding of life and death than she did.

Ah-yi felt that she was old and it was not good to hurt her with words, so she said tactfully, "The young marquis said that there is a Xuyun Temple on the hillside outside the city that is very effective. If you feel depressed, go and worship there."

Don't always blame me for making mistakes every day, A'an thought.

Anyway, this marquis' wife won't be in office for long.
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Hou House.

When Hengzhi woke up from his hangover, it was already afternoon.

At this moment, he had a splitting headache. The bowl of hangover medicine that he had poured out last night had no chance to save him from the fire and water. Even though he had changed into a loose belt and light fur coat, he still looked frozen.

What he was collecting were some inheritances from his mother, Madam Xu.

Xu was a very forward-looking person. Every year, he would deposit his savings in Guangyuan Temple under the name of Hengqi. All temples that lent money to others were collectively called Guangyuan Temple. If one lent money to a temple, he would become the lender.

Looking at the earliest date on the deed, it was about the twenty-fourth year of Huishu's reign, when he was only three years old.

There was a sudden pain between his eyebrows, and Hengzhi couldn't help but close his eyes and rub it with his hand.

Yun Cong knocked on the door and came in, standing quietly three meters away, "Master, there is news from Butler He."

"explain."

Yun Cong walked a few steps closer, whispered a few words in his ear, and then stepped back skillfully. The master was obviously not in a good mood today, so it would be better for him not to cause trouble again.

To avoid the hard and laborious task next time, he should do it.

Hengzhi thought for a moment and actually laughed.

After putting all the deeds in his hand into his sleeves, Hengzhi stood up from the soft couch where his mother used to lean on, and brushed off the dust around him lightly.

"I want to see how this play goes on." Hengzhi's arrogant look made him look like he was sure of winning. "Let's go to Guangyuan Temple first."

At the same time, on the flat road up the mountain, there was another carriage going to Guangyuan Temple.

(End of this chapter)