[Zhan Zhao] Counseling County Master Chasing Her Husband

The moonlight was shining, and Zhao Ning's gaze was also shining, like the starlight shining in a pool of autumn water.

Zhan Zhao stretched out his palm unnaturally.

The love between the two lives, Zhao Ning finally held Zhan Zhao's hand.

Even in this way, it was already a great satisfaction for her.

Zhao Ning was a little afraid to look at Zhan Zhao's expression. She didn't know whether Zhan Zhao had a calm face or a little embarrassment. She only knew that her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

With their thumbs facing each other, lip balm was printed on Zhan Zhao's fingers.

Zhan Zhao's palm was warm, Zhao Ning took his hand, and followed the way of Chen Shimei's handprint, and pressed his handprint on the divorce letter he had just written.

Zhan Zhao withdrew his hand, Zhao Ning lowered his head, blushing spread from the side of his face to his earlobe, after a while, as if he remembered something, he stuffed a brocade handkerchief to Zhan Zhao.

Neither of them spoke. Zhao Ning picked up the letter of divorce and blew gently.

Only then did Zhao Ning speak: "When the night wind blows, I'll look at it and change it, so it won't be obvious that I just wrote it tonight."

Zhan Zhao nodded.

The night wind blew the corners of Zhao Ning's skirt, and the green embroidered shoes were looming. Zhao Ning tightened his sleeves and put the revised divorce letter back to its original position.

"Guard Zhan, let's go."

Candlelight dances in the glazed lamp, and the willows cling to each other, like lovers who are lingering together and inseparable.

Willow branches brushed against Zhao Ning's hood, and the hood fell on his shoulders, and his black hair like a waterfall was loosened by the branches and leaves.

Zhao Ning quickly rolled up his temples, and Zhan Zhao asked softly, "Princess?"

His eyes became brighter at night, Zhao Ning quickly looked away, blushed, and whispered: "No...it's nothing, let's go."

Behind them, a delicate pearl hairpin lay quietly on the ground, emitting a soft light under the moonlight.

In a room in the backyard of Kaifeng Mansion, candlelight was flickering. Qin Xianglian looked at the two sleeping children and burst into tears.

Brother Ying rolled over in his sleep, and called daddy vaguely.

Qin Xianglian's body froze, and she couldn't hold back her tears. She gently stroked Brother Ying's childish face, and secretly made up her mind.

In the Flower Hall of Kaifeng Mansion, Bao Zheng and Gongsun Ce waited for a long time, Zhao Ning handed the divorce letter to Bao Zheng, saying: "This time, it is really a divorce letter."

Bao Zheng took the divorce letter, opened it, and looked through it, but there was a difference from the fake divorce letter. This divorce letter had a bit of character, and if one didn't read it carefully, one would not be able to see the subtle differences.

Bao Zheng thanked Zhao Ning deeply, and said: "It is indeed Bao Zheng who wronged the son-in-law."

Gongsun Ce shook his head lightly, and said: "In this way, if Qin Xianglian wants to sue the son-in-law again, it may not be easy."

Bao Zheng sighed: "Qin Xianglian is indeed pitiful."

Zhao Ning was silent.

After a while, Zhao Ning said: "If Qin Xianglian wants to settle in the capital, I can give her a house, or help her find a teacher."

Zhan Zhao frowned, looked at Zhao Ning, and said softly, "Princess, what Qin Xianglian wants cannot be compensated with money."

Zhao Ning bit his lip and lowered his head.

Does she not know the feebleness of money compensation?

But money is the only thing she can give Qin Xianglian.

After decades of companionship, Zhao Ning knew Zhao An's character too well. It was impossible for Zhao An to be humble and let Chen Shimei take Qin Xianglian into the princess mansion.

Even if Zhao An could agree, the Queen Mother and the Emperor would not accept this approach.

A majestic princess of a country as a child?The Great Song Dynasty could not afford to lose this man.

When Zhao Ning returned to the palace, he was still feeling guilty about Qin Xianglian, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

When you close your eyes, you can see the painful and entangled faces of Zhao An and Qin Xianglian, always making Zhao Ning palpitate.When it was five o'clock, Zhao Ning fell asleep hastily.

In the early morning of the next day, just as Zhao Ning woke up, Nan Xing came over yawning.

Nan Xing lifted the letter in Yang's hand, and said to Zhao Ning, "Qin Xianglian left Kaifeng Mansion last night."

Zhao Ning sat up quickly, too hastily, and after a burst of dizziness, the things in front of him began to blur.

Nan Xing helped her to lie down, asked the maid to pour a glass of water, and after feeding Zhao Ning to drink, said: "Princess, what are you worried about? Qin Xianglian is not your original partner, Chen Shimei should be worried."

Zhao Ning swallowed, and said, "I'm afraid Chen Shimei would like Qin Xianglian to disappear."

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After Qin Xianglian left Kaifeng Mansion, she went to Princess Mansion first.

The princess mansion was resplendent and magnificent, and she led the two children to call the attendant who guarded the gate.

Seeing that it was her again, the attendant couldn't help feeling a little impatient, and when he was about to push her, Chen Shimei happened to come out.

The two children looked at Chen Shimei, poked their heads out from behind Qin Xianglian, and called daddy happily.

Chen Shimei was slightly startled, and she winked at the attendant. The attendant understood, and hurriedly led Qin Xianglian to a remote place in the Princess Mansion.

Chen Shimei's purple robe and jade belt, the luxurious air concealed a lot of scholarly spirit, Qin Xianglian looked at it, and remembered his appearance of studying hard in cold clothes in the past, and felt as if he had passed away.

Chen Shimei poured a glass of water.

The cups are exquisite, and the kettle is gilded and carved with patterns, all of which show the noble identity of the owner.

Qin Xianglian lowered her head, looked at her cloth clothes and hairpin skirt, and didn't speak for a while.

Chen Shimei took out a stack of silver bills from her sleeve, and broke the silence: "Xiang Lian, I'm the one who's sorry for you, you can take the money and use it."

Qin Xianglian raised her head again, looking at her husband who had lived with her for decades with tears in her eyes.

Chen Shimei didn't dare to look at her, stroked the heads of the two children, and said, "You follow your mother and be obedient, understand?"

Brother Ying grabbed Chen Shimei's hand, and said in a childish voice, "Where's dad?"

Qin Xianglian finally opened her mouth: "Seven times and three times, you can't sleep with me."

Chen Shimei's hand was stuck in the air, and he looked back at Qin Xianglian with helplessness in his eyes: "Why are you bothering?"

"Why bother?"

Qin Xianglian's tears fell silently, she looked at Chen Shimei fixedly, and said: "I have taken care of my parents and raised my children for you, and I have never made a single mistake. How can you bear to treat me like this? Just because she is a princess, you will kill me Hugh, Chen Shimei, touch your conscience..."

"I'm sorry for you."

Chen Shimei interrupted Qin Xianglian, with helplessness in her eyes, she said: "I have already married the princess, and there is no way to turn around. If I have a little way, how can I treat you like this?"

In March, the sun is warm and peaches and plums are blooming.

Zhao An stood behind the peach branches, looking at Chen Shimei and Qin Xianglian, the man who had been treating her softly all day long, was also so gentle when facing Qin Xianglian.

Zhao An's breathing was stagnant, and his fingers broke off the peach branch.

The pearls and jade ringed, Chen Shimei turned her head in surprise, Zhao An threw the peach branch on the ground heavily, snorted coldly, turned and left.

Chen Shimei looked at Qin Xianglian, then at Zhao An's far away figure, finally sighed, and hurriedly chased Zhao An away.

Qin Xianglian hugged the two children and looked up at the sky.

"Let's go."

She seemed to be talking to the two children, but also seemed to be talking to herself.

Qin Xianglian took the child out of Tokyo.

Kaifeng Mansion was busy again, after Zhan Zhao delivered the letter to Nan Xing, he went out of the city to find Qin Xianglian all the way.

Zhan Zhao was afraid that something might happen to Qin Xianglian again, so he walked all the way, asked all the way, worked hard all day, but still didn't find out where Qin Xianglian was going.

Until it was getting late and unable to move on, Zhan Zhao found a ruined temple and prepared to rest for a while, before continuing to search for Qin Xianglian tomorrow.

Before entering the ruined temple, Zhan Zhao heard a woman's scream. When he came to the temple using lightness kung fu, he saw Qin Xianglian with a wound on his shoulder, leading his two children to run away in a panic. Behind Qin Xianglian, A man held a sharp sword with a fierce look in his eyes.

Zhan Zhao tapped his toes and stopped in front of the man, pointing at the man with the scabbard, frowning slightly.

When the man saw Zhan Zhao, his eyes narrowed: "Nanxia Zhan Zhao? I advise you to keep your mind off your own business!"

But the attack became more and more vicious.

Zhan Zhao's martial arts were far superior to his, and soon subdued him to the ground.

Zhan Zhao's scabbard touched his throat, and he asked, "Who sent you here?"

The man snorted coldly, his lips moved slightly, Zhan Zhao quickly tapped his acupoints, but the penis hidden in the man's mouth was released extremely quickly, and the man fell silent in an instant.

Zhan Zhao frowned, turned to look at Qin Xianglian, Qin Xianglian hugged the two children, tremblingly said: "I don't know who he is, he will kill me when he comes up."

Zhan Zhao nodded, feeling even more confused in his heart, who wanted to put Qin Xianglian to death?

Zhan Zhao dragged the man's body outside, asked Qin Xianglian to go back to the temple to bandage the wound, and searched the man's body. There was nothing that could identify him, except for an inconspicuous seven-character tattoo on his chest.

After dressing the wound, Qin Xianglian came out of the temple. She glanced at the man lying on the ground bleeding from all seven orifices from a distance, and shrank her neck in fright.

The wound on her shoulder hurt her nerves. Qin Xianglian thought of Zhao An's cold and even venomous eyes when she left with a cold snort when she was in the princess mansion. Her body collapsed to the ground as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

Zhan Zhao came over and squatted on the ground with his sword in hand: "Ma'am?"

"I...I know who sent him here."

"Who is it?" Zhan Zhao shook the Juque.

Qin Xianglian pointed at the man's body and said tremblingly, "It's the princess."

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In Pang's mansion, a skilled craftsman twisted willow branches into a swing, which was gently pushed by a beautiful maid. Pang Yu was lying on it, playing with a pearl hairpin in his hand.

The sun shone through the willow shade, and Pang Yu narrowed his eyes with a thoughtful expression.

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