After a house full of cannon fodder read my voice, the whole family went crazy.

"Jingyang, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Mrs. Chen quickly came out to smooth things over.

"Did you blurt it out subconsciously after being tortured in the sky prison these days? Poor my son, how much suffering has he endured in the sky prison these days!"

Originally, she just wanted to help Qiao Jingyang, but when she thought about it later, she thought that her son might have really been tortured like this, and she suddenly felt sad, and her eyes became red with heartache.

When Qiao Wanshu heard her mother's words, she also agreed with them in her heart.

The Tianlao in Dali Temple!

The people who went in, even if they were full of grievances, would inevitably be tortured.

Not to mention that the fourth brother Qiao Jingyang is still accused of assassinating the prince. I am afraid these days are really difficult.

It seems that she is too worried.

She couldn't help but reached out and touched Qiao Jingyang's face: "Fourth brother, I'm sorry."

Seeing that this flaw had been covered up, everyone in the Qiao family secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Mrs. Chen quickly wiped her eyes and said to the others: "Okay, it's getting late now. Qingyun and the babies need more rest. Jingyang and Shu'er have also just returned home and they have worked hard.

Now everyone goes back to rest and recuperate their energy. If there is anything else, we can talk about it tomorrow. "

Qiao Zhongtian also echoed: "Yes, Madam is right. Too many things happened today, and everyone is tired. Let's sit down and have a good chat after everyone is well rested tomorrow."

The elders spoke, and everyone left Qiao Jinyue's yard as instructed so that Wu Qingyun and the babies could rest early.

As for General Chen, he will stay in Qiao's residence tonight.

He still had many things to discuss with Qiao Zhongtian, so naturally he was not going to go back to his mansion.

Qiao Wanshu was taken back to her yard by Mrs. Chen and returned to a familiar room.

Although they had not seen each other for just a few days, she suddenly felt like they had been separated for three years.

"My little bed, my pillow, my little quilt!"

She threw herself on the bed and sank into the soft quilt. Her energy, which was still strong, suddenly became slack and sluggish.

Mrs. Chen just asked the wet nurse and maid to prepare hot water outside, and wanted to help Qiao Wanshu wash up. But when she turned around and returned to the inner room, she found that Qiao Wanshu was already fast asleep.

Mrs. Chen, who was extremely distressed, could only ask someone to be gentle, change Qiao Wanshu into comfortable clothes, and take off the hair accessories from her head.

After a brief scrubbing, he quietly exited.

Qiao Wanshu knew nothing about this.

She slept so darkly that even if thunder rang in her ears, it could not wake her up from her sleep.

Even though she was sleeping so deeply, her sleep was not restful at all.

She had been having some bizarre dreams that night, almost all of which were related to Qiao Jingyang and the late prince.

While the Qiao family was immersed in the joy of reunion, Fang Yan'er, who was in the Liu Mansion, was teasing an infant baby.

"Auntie, when the young master was born, there were colorful auspicious clouds all over the sky and white cranes circling in the sky. The strange sight at that time was spread throughout the city.

Everyone said that the young master was a saint descended from heaven and would be extremely valuable in the future. "

The maid responsible for serving Fang Yan'er was specially promoted to her after reviewing all the maids.

As long as I get the opportunity, I will talk about all kinds of rainbow farts as if they are free of charge.

Fang Yan'er was ridiculed and despised by others in the past, and she rarely heard any kind words.

So now, as if to make up for her previous shortcomings, the person she chooses must not only be absolutely loyal to her, but also must be able to blow rainbow farts.

And it’s the kind of rainbow fart that doesn’t reveal any traces and doesn’t sound embarrassing.

Fang Yan'er smiled faintly.

Her son will be on the throne of the Ninth Five-Year Plan in the future, so he is naturally extremely precious.

But in this case, not only can't it be said now, but it can't even be shown at all.

Otherwise, it will immediately cause a fatal disaster.

Just when she was daydreaming about the scene where her son ascended to a high position, regarded her as the empress dowager, and accepted the worship of thousands of people, Liu Zhan suddenly walked in from outside.

"Yan'er, how are you feeling today?"

The smiles on his face have gradually increased recently, and his attitude toward Fang Yan'er has also improved, making him seem much more cordial.

Fang Yan'er knew the reason for his change.

Although he was sneering in his heart, his face showed a shy and intimate expression.

"Husband, I am very good today. The baby is also very well-behaved and not making trouble. It's just... Husband, you should call me Yuan Yi from now on. Yan'er... is already a ghost."

Her neither soft nor hard words made Liu Zhan's expression change slightly, but he soon returned to normal.

"Yes, Yuan Yi, I didn't think carefully about my husband."

He walked to the window, bent down and teased the baby lying in the cradle for a while. After the atmosphere relaxed a little, he said casually: "Yuan Yi, have you ever dreamed about the death of the prince?" What?"

Liu Zhan stared closely at Fang Yaner's eyes, trying to see some hidden emotions inside.

His gaze was both probing and scrutinizing. Behind the seemingly tenderness, there was still a touch of sharpness and severity hidden.

The hair on Fang Yan'er's back stood on end, and she was keenly aware of a sense of crisis.

She also leaned down and patted the baby to avoid Liu Zhan's probing gaze.

"Husband, what are you talking about? I have no idea about the prince's affairs."

Her evasion did not make Liu Zhan give up, but continued to prompt further: "I mean, have you dreamed about any relevant plots recently?

No matter how ridiculous it is, it doesn't matter, but you must tell your husband and don't hide anything. "

Fang Yan'er couldn't get around it this time, so she could only shake her head and said: "Husband, you know that I can't do whatever I want in my dreams, and I can dream whatever I want.

The death of the prince is indeed a major event that shakes the foundation of the country, but unfortunately... I really didn't dream of anything. "

Having said this, Liu Zhan was still a little doubtful, but he could not confirm whether Fang Yaner was lying.

Seeing that Fang Yan'er didn't want to continue this topic, Liu Zhan rolled his eyes and changed the topic to another person.

"Yuan Yi, do you know... that Bai Xiaosheng is now in the palace and is deeply favored by the Queen Mother?"

Fang Yan'er smiled slightly: "Husband, it was my concubine's idea to recommend Bai Xiaosheng to the Queen Mother. Naturally, I knew he would be favored, so I urged my husband to send someone there. How could you forget?"

Liu Zhan shook his head and said: "It's not that I forgot, I just discovered that Yuan Yi's dreams are indeed magical. Although there are sometimes inefficiencies, once they become effective, they are full of surprises.

Yuan Yi, it is not an exaggeration to say that you are here for your husband. "