no matter the way home

The imperial palace in the middle of the night is also brightly lit.Zhao Wanjia crouched at the desk for a long time, and finally had time to stretch.

Liping saw that the corner lamp by the table was a bit dim, and worried that Zhao Wanjia would hurt his eyes, so he was going to cut the wick with old steps.

Zhao Wanjia stood up quickly: "Wait a minute, Liping, what are you doing!"

Liping subconsciously wanted to wipe his forehead, but he forgot that he couldn't sweat anymore, so he could only reply tremblingly: "Your Majesty, this servant wants to cut the wick."

"I know, you don't need to be busy, just sit down." Zhao Wanjia wanted to help Liping to the chair, but Liping kept waving his hands.

Zhao Wanjia continued: "Also, don't call yourself a slave, there is no such thing as a servant now. I am not your majesty, I am not that great."

However, Liping could only sit down according to her wishes: "You are Your Majesty, the next Empress appointed by His Majesty Qing Mu himself."

Emperor Mu of the Qing Dynasty is Zhao Qingfu's emperor title, taken from Zhao Qingfu's Xu Mu Dynasty.

Seeing that Liping's legs were shaking uncontrollably, Zhao Wanjia lifted the hem of the emperor's robe and squatted down, and began to pinch Liping's legs.

"This, how can this be done! Your Majesty, get up quickly!"

Zhao Wanjia said, "Li Ping, I lost my mother five years ago, and now I have lost my father. Liping, I only have you left."

"Oh." Liping sighed, and simply followed her.Once, Zhao Zheng let him go out of the palace to find a wife, but he refused because he wanted to accompany the king. Now that he is old, he thought that he would spend his whole life childless like this.Never arrived, but Princess Wanjia has grown into an adult.

"The princess has grown up."

Zhao Wanjia's white fingers paused for a moment, and then pretended nothing happened and continued to press his legs: "I still like Liping to call me a princess. I can at most be an acting emperor now, and when I am really competent one day, Liping will call me again." Your Majesty is not too late."

Elderly people are probably a little stubborn, Zhao Wanjia is not used to Liping calling himself Your Majesty, so he can only think of such a way to delay.

Liping agreed this time: "Okay, I will obey the princess' order."

After a while, seeing Liping's legs relaxed, Zhao Wanjia said in a low voice: "I don't know how my cousin and sister-in-law are doing now. Chenji Beidou is still safe."

"Everything will be fine, don't worry, Your Highness."

Although Xu Muchao arrived in time, Jia Zheng's knife really pierced into Zhao Qingfu's chest solidly. Seeing the bloody clothes he had replaced and the bandaged wound, Xu Muchao felt extremely distressed.

Seeing that Zhao Qingfu finally woke up, Xu Muchao hurriedly got up to help him get water.

Looking at the back of Xu Mu pouring water, Zhao Qingfu smiled.

Seeing this, Xu Muchao was so annoyed that he almost threw the cup into Zhao Qingfu's hand: "You still laugh when you are hurt, you are skinny and shameless!"

Zhao Qingfu held the teacup in one hand, stroked his chest with the other and said, "I want to say that this scene seems familiar. I poured water for you when you were injured before. Thinking about it this way, we still have the same wound as Taoist couples."

"They were all stabbed by the same person, how irritating/exciting." Xu Muchao said angrily, "Drink your water quickly, there is still a bowl of medicine to drink later."

Seeing the large bowl of dark soup brought in by the senior medical practitioner, Zhao Qingfu showed a bitter expression: "Life is hard."

"Drink it quickly, I will help you end this life now!"

"All right, all right, all right." Zhao Qingfu quickly relented.As a result, he drank too fast and burned his tongue, making Xu Muchao laugh.

In the master bedroom at No. 27 Nanting Street, everyone surrounded the two corpses in the room, and no one dared to speak.

Mrs. Dou led the people into the room at once, and seeing the tragic scene of the separation of the parents and children, no matter how vigorous and resolute the woman was on the battlefield, she couldn't help but let out a shrill scream.

She rushed over like crazy, no one else could stop her, they could only watch her crying desperately holding a bloody head.

"My son! My poor only cub!! Who is it? Who did it?!"

The crowd resisted for a while, and finally pushed the wooden fish fairy out. Muyu stroked his beard and said, "I'm really sorry, Mrs. Dou, we didn't catch the murderer. But there are four immortals who can carry us behind their backs." If you want to strike, the murderer must be very strong, maybe also at the level of Xianzun."

It means that it's not that we don't care, but that the opponent is too strong.

Such an answer obviously couldn't satisfy Mrs. Dou. After being glanced at by Mrs. Dou's red eyes, Mu Yu could only continue to add according to this logic.

"The rest of the immortals are already in seclusion. Chenji Beidou's Jiang Yang, who has this ability, is dead, and Pu Cao's cultivation level is still far behind, so I suspect that Xie Shi came here in person."

Mrs. Dou said with a cold face: "It's impossible, Yuan Xianzun can't do assassination."

Knowing that these people were unreliable, Mrs. Dou stood up and dealt with her son's affairs by herself.As for the hidden guard who died with him, he is also pitiful, so find another place to bury him.

A few days later, Sanghu's party in sedan chairs also arrived in the town, and today happened to be the first seven of Sanghe.

Mrs. Dou sat in front of the coffin with a haggard face, and Sang Lake slowly crossed in.

Sanghu lifted the hem of his clothes and was about to sit down, but because he was too fat, this movement was really difficult.Mrs. Dou noticed, but she was not in the mood to help him either.

After sitting down, Sanghe was so hot that he fanned the wind, and he did not forget to give Mrs. Dou some residual wind.

"Where is this?" Madam Dou asked.

"Sanghe's mourning hall." Although puzzled, Sanghu replied.

"You also know that this is your son's mourning hall. Aze has not passed his first seven days, and you only care about your own heat."

Sanghu was puzzled: "When it's hot, you have to fan it. Isn't it like this on every occasion I meet on weekdays? Didn't you already know it?"

Yes, she didn't already know.Why did you just wake up now.Madam Dou lowered her eyebrows and said nothing.

Seeing that his daughter-in-law ignored him and Sanghu was so hot that he was bored, he began to look at the furnishings in the house.Although many things were blocked by the white cloth and black tent, Sanghu could still vaguely see the decoration of the house.

The abundance of gold color schemes, as well as the wooden furniture everywhere, make Sanghu feel like meeting a bosom friend in a foreign land.Although Sanghu doesn't understand wood, it can be seen that these are good things.It would be really nice if Chu Xianmen could be replaced with such a set sometime.

Seeing that Sanghu was just looking around, Mrs. Dou's heart was completely cold.It turns out that Sang He is only her son, and has nothing to do with him.

But so what if you recognize her clearly, she is no longer young, even if she gets divorced, where can she go?Besides, without her son, she didn't want to go anywhere.Forget it, forget it, just rotten by his side.

Mrs. Dou had to admit that she couldn't find any other place to go except by Sanghu's side.The ardent love she once had was completely exhausted at this moment, and she was unwilling to please San He anymore.

Thinking of the self who treated her doubly well in order to save her husband and prevent him from going out to find a concubine when she was young, Mrs. Dou suddenly felt extremely ridiculous.

How come, fell in love with such an ignorant fat man?

The two kept silent for a long time, which ended when Sanghu suddenly approached. Sanghu pressed close to Mrs. Dou, put his arms around her shoulder and said, "Yirong, without Aze, there will be one less person in the team." Commander, I am not good at commanding and charging, what do you think should be done?"

Mrs. Dou naturally understood what he meant, she didn't resist, and said blankly: "I'll go."

Sanghu instantly beamed with joy, and held Mrs. Dou's hand with a little more sincerity: "Yirong, I knew it! You are the most considerate! I love you!"