She fell out after crying at the wrong grave

That night, at Zhang's house.

"You see, this is really a blessing in disguise for us."

Zhang Hai and his wife, each sitting in a steaming wooden barrel, were soaking their feet and chatting.

Although his second wife, Su Lan, was just a dancer and had no family background, the two of them had always gotten along very well and had similar personalities, making them more harmonious than his first wife.

Su Lan leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes. "That's true. I was afraid that Zhao Hou would find out that you were changing your mind, but the fall of Liu Wei has made things easier for you."

Zhang Hai pointed at her hand and shook it, disagreeing, "Madam, why do you say that? Although I got some luck this time, if I hadn't treated Madam Hou with courtesy at my son's full moon banquet, I wouldn't have been able to get involved with the Marquis!"

Should we say that he is stupid, or should we say that he is very confident?

"You, you just didn't have the brains to be an official!" Su Lan was very disappointed with him, but she had long been accustomed to it.

In the past, she lived in brothels and had no choice but to make a living. So she never thought that one day she would not only be able to become a good woman, but also marry and become the principal wife.

Zhang Hai's business was already doing well, so he often patronized her business. He only did some work each time and never made things difficult for her.

Over time, they became close friends.

So for Zhang Hai, Su Lan was willing to consider him as a couple.

"But my dear, you have to think carefully." Su Lan suddenly opened her eyes and looked at him seriously. "I see these two people, Wei and Liu, they are not ordinary corrupt officials. I'm afraid they don't get along with Zhao Hou. You can't be like them."

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this attitude was very important, and he added, "Our son is still young. If we want him to take the imperial examination in the future, there are still many places where we can ask the Marquis and his wife to come and summon us."

"Ma'am, what are you talking about?" Zhang Hai was still immersed in the joy that the vote counter had come to his door with the seal today, and had no idea that he should be prepared for danger in times of peace.

Lidya Su sighed and had to explain one by one, "You see, in the past they thought you were in the same group with them, so they often didn't avoid you and met you directly in the building."

Meeting people is not a strange thing, what is strange is what kind of people you meet.

Su Lan continued, "I have met many people in the past, all kinds of people. But some of the people they met looked dishonest, always in a hurry, like thieves."

After hearing this, Zhang Hai also began to recall carefully.

Not to mention the distant past, just recently, Liu Jingming sent someone to book a private room, but he didn't show up.

The waiter waited for a long time, and said that the last person who came was the housekeeper of the military mansion. Not long after, it was reported that this man had assassinated the wife of the military mansion, which made people feel terrified just thinking about it.

"Well, you have a point. But it doesn't necessarily mean rebellion, right?" Zhang Hai was a little confused, "What good will this do them?"

Su Lan curled her lips, "Who knows? People are always greedy. Maybe Wei Guohui thinks his position is too low, and Liu Jingming thinks the money is not enough. What if they are colluding with some Youbei people? My dear, you can't do this."

Zhang Hai sighed and quickly rejected it, "Who do you think your husband is? Although we love money, who doesn't love money? Even if he loves money, he is from Da Chong and grew up in Kezhou. How can he collude with foreign enemies?"

Su Lan waved her hand, "That's not what I meant. Anyway, I always feel that the border has been too peaceful recently. If a war really breaks out next year, we will have to rely on the 100,000 troops of Kezhou for protection. Just follow the Marquis's wife. The emperor is far away, and Zhao Hou is the strongest thigh here."

The couple looked at each other in silence for a long time.

"Did they really say that?"

Ah'ao asked with great interest while holding a piece of red date cake in her mouth.

"Absolutely true." Yun Cong was wearing a pitch-black nightgown and was almost blending into the night outside.

"That's quite a good idea." Ah'ao nodded with satisfaction. She picked up a piece of red date cake with her other hand and fed it accurately into Hengzhi's mouth without even turning her head.

He had just had his blood let out and was feeling dizzy and nauseous, so he sat back in his chair without any attitude.

Even though I don't like the sweet taste, I can't refuse what A'ao feeds me.

While rubbing his temple, he said to Ah-yi in a gloomy voice, "It has met my expectations, but you are happy now, right?"

"Of course." Ah'an smiled and poured a glass of water and handed it to Yun Cong, "Thank you for your hard work. Not only did I ask you to listen to the roof in the middle of the night, but I also asked you to drink water with the young marquis."

Yun Cong quickly took it and thanked him repeatedly, "It's my job, how dare I take credit for it."

After being poked in the lower back, Ah'ao turned around and looked at Hengzhi in confusion.

Seeing this, Yun Cong's eyes widened. He quickly drank the water in the cup and quietly retreated.

"I'm thirsty. I want to drink too."

Perhaps he had not yet recovered from the discomfort, for Hengzhi half-closed his eyes, his hand slid down to grab the corner of his clothes, like a wet animal.

A's heart softened and she handed the cup over skillfully.

Hengzhi raised his body slightly, but did not take it and drank two sips from her hand.

But this feeling is really awkward, A'ao thought, revealing a somewhat doubtful expression.

His other hand was not broken.

"Can the announcement of the new chief manager be postponed until the day after tomorrow? I think you can just talk to Si Yin and he can make the decision, right?" Ah'ao remembered that she still had something to ask him for help with, so she diligently added more water and took out the red date cakes.

Hengzhi couldn't eat the red date pastry anymore. The sweetness of it almost made his throat sticky, and he felt choked just by looking at it.

Clearing his throat, he took the teacup and said, "Is it possible? Did you have anything else to do that day?"

Ah-yi straightened her waist seriously and said frankly, "Of course, your mother Mingchen will be here in a few days, so I have to make some preparations. Things have their priorities."

Hengzhi's gaze froze and fell on A'an, as if he was stuck to her, and he didn't move for a long time.

A lot of things have happened recently, one after another, and they have not had any time to deal with them. They have just dealt with them as they came.

I thought she had forgotten.

In fact, when I mentioned this matter to Zhang Hai that day, I just wanted to take the opportunity to give Ah'an an excuse to do the funeral and funeral affairs that she really wanted to do. I really had no intention of arranging it for my mother Mingchen.

She didn't like extravagance, and Hengzhi had been used to commemorating her alone over the years, but Ah'ao took it to heart. Her mother had always been polite, and if she knew that the only Princess Xuancheng of Da Chong was personally preparing for her death, she would probably be shocked.

But in fact, her appearance is no longer vivid in Hengzhi's mind.

It has been so long that my mother's outline is still clear, but I can no longer imagine her movements and expressions, and I am almost forgetting her voice.

Ah'ao noticed that he was distracted and thought that she had mentioned his sad story, so she tried to comfort him in a clumsy way.

"You should know my mother."

Hengzhi subconsciously sat up straighter, "I know, I have met the late queen several times."

"Have you been to the palace?" A'ao was surprised.

Not only have I been to the palace, I've also seen someone taking a nap leaning against the railing.

Heng Zhi raised his lips and smiled, "Every year during festivals, the princes and dukes from other places always come to offer congratulations. What's so strange about this?"

Okay, Ah'ang continued.

"As far as I can remember, I seldom saw my mother." When talking about Chen Zhaoying, she couldn't help but smile. "After that, I returned to the palace and always got various excuses to avoid seeing her."

Lost in memories, Ah-yi's speech slowed down. She paused from time to time, and it was unclear whether she was having trouble speaking or didn't know how to express herself.

Hengzhi recalled the night at Dangshan Tang when Ah-yi told him that there would be plenty of opportunities for them to have a heart-to-heart talk about this in the future.

Now, the time has come.

"I didn't expect that the last time I saw her was when she committed suicide in Chong'an Palace."

Didn’t the late queen die suddenly from excessive grief as the national mourning said?
Hengzhi was surprised, and many questions came to his mind.

During the national mourning period, Chen Zhaoying violated the rules and wore an apricot-colored long skirt with auspicious cloud patterns on the hem. Ah'ao remembered it very clearly.

The hairpins that hung from her hair to her ears rustled for the first time and swayed all around.

Chen Zhaoying was crying, but she showed a rare smile to Ah-yi. Then there was the glaring blood on her neck and the long sword dropped on the ground.

That is Shen Cong's sword.

Then, the face of her uncle Shen Zhuo appeared.

"Even though there wasn't a deep mother-daughter relationship between her and me, the feeling of losing my mother is still hard to forget."

After saying these words again, Ah'an felt relieved.

However, being able to speak these things out is already a way to liberate yourself.

Ah-yi stood up quickly, "I mean, you and I feel the same way, so we will naturally take this matter to heart. But Zhang Hai also has a favor to pay, so I have to adjust the time a bit, it's not difficult, right?"

Hengzhi turned the empty teacup back and forth, his emotion difficult to discern, and nodded.

So she tried every possible means to find out about You Tong, including showing an interest in getting to the bottom of Bei Tang, who was committed to treason, all in order to find out the truth about her mother's suicide.

And the object of her suspicion was the new emperor who was firmly in the throne.

"Okay, I'll go to the backyard and wait for Qin Xi. You just drink the medicine quietly and then eat all the red date cakes." Ah'ao gave instructions one by one like a serious doctor.

Hengzhi looked at the empty door.

The weather was warm, and the door curtains had been removed. Only the curtains above the fence were swaying, evidence that someone had just left.

The involuntary sigh was even more silent than the steaming of the hot soup in the cup in front of him.

Recently, A'ao's physical fitness has been effectively honed by Qin Xi.

After running around the yard for an hour, I was only slightly out of breath and no longer felt the burning pain in my lungs.

"Not bad, Madam Xin. Your lower body is much more stable now than it was a few days ago." Qin Xi followed suit and took a horse stance, praising her. "You are a teachable young man. You must have followed my instructions strictly to regulate your breathing."

"Of course." Ah-yi smiled. She was no longer restrained as they became more familiar with each other. "What are we going to learn today?"

Although it was not the right time to start using solid skills, Qin Xi felt that he could show off some fancy moves.

"Wan Dao Hua, does the new lady like it?"

Qin Xi was wearing a round-necked robe and had her hair tied up in a high ponytail. She looked extraordinary and heroic, like a pomegranate flower blooming in early summer.

Ah'ao was of the same height as her, but even though she wore the same style of clothes, she couldn't look as heroic as Qin Xi.

With the long sword in hand, he easily took it out of the sheath, and naturally turned it around in his hand, making it flip rapidly in a flying pattern.

Qin Xi danced while talking, "By the way, I wonder if the new wife has heard that the lover of the housekeeper of the Chu Mansion has been locked up in the court jail for a few days. When he saw Wei Guohui was also locked up, he shouted that he wanted to confess!"

"Ah?" Ah's mind quickly digested Qin Xi's words, and then said, "You mean Ruzui? She wants to confess? Doesn't she know about Butler He's affairs?"

"Then I don't know." Qin Xi curled his lips and put away the sword. "But if you want to know, it's very simple."

Hengzhi? Why not just ask directly?

Qin Xi hurriedly held her back, as if she was really afraid that Ah-yi would leave, and stopped keeping the secret, "It was Chu Qingfang. She knows the most about this matter now. I heard that she has been in the prison for several days to accompany the interrogation."

Did Chu Qingfang do these things after leaving the private residence?
Thinking about how she had been ignorant of the ways of the world in the past, Ah'ao couldn't help feeling heavy in her heart.

It seems that I have to go see Chu Qingfang.

(End of this chapter)