Uh, what you said is so reasonable, I can't find the words to refute it! Liu Er stroked his forehead. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Li Qianqian looked at him and smiled, and asked, "Mrs. He Shilang, have you already settled it?"

"After being settled, this woman is really ruthless! Not only to her husband, but also to herself. Liu Er shook his head.

"Can you blame her?" Li Qian sneered, "He Shilang has a concubine in addition to his son-in-law, if he succeeds in his rebellion, she may not be able to be the queen, and her son may not be able to be the prince, but if he fails, whether it is her or her children and grandchildren, they all have to be buried together." ”

He Shilang's martial arts are strong, Mrs. He can't beat him, so he can only poison the tonic soup that has been boiled again and again, but unfortunately the effect is not good, until he was raided, he is still alive and well.

Soft-hearted.

knew that her husband had bad intentions, but she could only passively confront.

In fact, what Li Qianqian didn't know was that Mrs. He didn't want to be charged with murdering her husband, she had always been a model of virtuous and virtuous virtue, how could she bear the ruin of her reputation, or for him.

She died in front of the empress, just to fight for a way for her children and grandchildren to live.

But Li Qianqian wanted to keep her.

She is He Shilang's pillow person, and she is the daughter of the previous Dharma Protector, in order to protect her children and grandchildren, she can even give up her life, so leave her life, cooperate with her, let her tell He Shilang and other Dharma protectors, and ensure that she can reunite with her children and grandchildren afterwards, I believe she will know how to choose.

Sure enough, the person sent by Li Qianqian didn't need to tell her more, she agreed.

On the outskirts of a small village by the canal outside the capital, in a dilapidated hut, Mrs. He tightened the worn-out quilt on her body, the quilt was already old, and with a little effort, the cotton wool inside was exposed.

The wind howled outside, and she shivered with cold, and it was not known how long before the door of the hut was pushed open, and in came a girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old, of plain appearance, carrying a bundle of firewood in her right hand, an iron pot in her right hand, and a lapse on each shoulder.

"Where have you been?"

"The guy who went to prepare the cooking. "The woman was a pigeon guard, and Mrs. He was taken out of the palace by her 'after her death', and she glanced at Mrs. He, and did not speak again, but put down the things in her hand.

"Let's go cook!" said the pigeon.

"I, tell me to cook?"

The pigeon guard nodded, "It's okay if you don't go to cook, but I'm going to leave in a while, while I'm still here, you have a question to ask quickly, otherwise I'll leave, and there will be no one around here for you to ask." ”

Mrs. He was anxious, and jumped up and grabbed her hand, "Let's go, where are you going? Didn't your master promise me, as long as I have any questions, she will let me go to reunite with my children and grandchildren, she can't be untrustworthy!"

"My master's conditions are so true, but who made you dishonest and answered all questions, you did it, but they were all not answered, are you stupid to be my master? Spend so much effort to rescue you, you are not honest, and you still want my master to fulfill the contract? Don't think that you are the only smart person in the world. ”

The pigeon guard looked at Mrs. He with displeasure and said coldly, Mrs. He was expressionless, and she didn't seem to feel that she was wrong at all, and she saw that the pigeon guard was even more angry.

"Okay, since you don't want to be honest, then leave to your own devices!" said the pigeon guard, turning around and leaving, but Mrs. He was anxious, "No, no, you can't go, you can't go, you haven't taken me to see my son and grandson, you can't go." Mrs. He pounced again and grabbed the girl's feet.

"Madame Ho, oh, I can't call you that anymore, Madame Ho is dead. The pigeon guard kicked Mrs. Ho's hand away, and a piercing pain entered his heart.

"You ......" Mrs. He covered her hands, her lips white in pain.

"Well, what's your maiden name? Ah! It's not important, it's not important, your Lao Tzu was killed by your father-in-law, you don't have a maiden family anymore, and you got the identity, saying that your surname is Xie, but you don't seem to know what to do, you don't appreciate us at all, and you don't thank my master at all. ”

Mrs. He has been raised in the palm of her hand since she was a child, and she has been squeezed like this several times, and her face is flushed with anger, "Your master is not really kind, she just wants to get some information from me!"

"Then you should be glad that you still have some use value, otherwise, you would have really died a long time ago! ”

In the end, she was young, as soon as Mrs. He spoke, she couldn't help but push back.

"Well, she's not honest, and you're still fighting with her here?" A cool voice came from the roof, and Mrs. He looked up and saw a cold figure from among the ruins.

"Is it okay to leave her like this?"

"What else can she do? He Shilang has been beheaded, the exile of the rest of the He family, the exile of the rest of the He family, the entry into the teaching workshop, she is a noble lady who has always been pampered, she wants money and no money, she wants no one to cook, no one cooks for her, she is afraid that she will starve to death in seven to ten days, oh, no, it is so cold, she is afraid that she will freeze to death before she starves to death, what are you arguing with a dying person?"

"It's still my sister who makes sense. As he spoke, he kicked away Mrs. He, who was clutching herself, and didn't go out of the door, but went directly to the roof.

"Let's go back and get back to life!"

"Yes. ”

The roof tiles snapped lightly, shook off the snow from the roof tiles, and then there was no sound.

It was only then that Mrs. He really faced her situation.

The young pigeon guard girl said as she walked, "Hmph, let you lame, make you crazy, starve you for a few days, freeze you for a few days, see if you dare to be dishonest." ”

Another pigeon guard glanced at her and said, "Hurry up and send a message to Liu Tou, so that he can be prepared, so that he will not have anything to say when the sect leader asks." ”

Liu Tou is embarrassed, these pigeon guards have face? The young pigeon guards blushed and honestly went to spread the news.

When Liu Er received the news, his face turned a little green, he never thought that Mrs. He, who was so good at the beginning, would come to make such a show for him at the end of the day.

"What's wrong?" Li Qianqian put down the book in his hand and looked up at Liu Er, after Fang Gewei came in to pass a message to Liu Er, his face was ugly.

Feng Gongzi had just had breakfast with the owner of Feng Zhuang, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw that Liu Er's face was wrong, and after thinking about it, he asked, "It can't be Mrs. He's problem, right?"

"Yes. Liu Er didn't hide it, he said it directly, and after listening to it, Li Qianqian said calmly, "It's actually nothing, I think Mrs. He is a smart person, she should be able to figure it out in a few days, let people keep an eye on her, and then hang her, and when she is honest, she will ask again." ”

Seeing that she didn't look like a big deal, Liu Er also calmed down.

Feng Gongzi handed this issue of the Beijing Fengyun Record to Li Qianqian, "Take a look." ”

After Li Qianqian took it, he looked at it, "He Shilang's crime is really ...... Ignoring people's lives, are there still fewer people who die in his hands? Just this one, wait, what about the dead soldiers raised by He Shilang? They are all there, and when He Shilang dies, who will take over?"

Feng Gongzi pondered for a moment and said, "It is said that it should be taken over by the concubine, but Mrs. He's sons are not as favored as the concubine, perhaps, He Shilang is passed on to the concubine." ”

"How many sons does He Shilang have?"

"Two of the concubines and three of the concubines. Feng Gongzi stretched out his hand and tapped his chin, "They have all been sentenced to exile, I wonder if those dead soldiers will save them?"

Li Qian said lightly, "You say, is it possible that it will not be passed on to his son, but to Mrs. He?"

Liu Er was stunned, "Then let's save Mrs. He out, wouldn't it be a tiger returning to the mountain?"

"Send someone to support the pigeon guards who are staring at Mrs. Ho. ”

"I'll go. Liu Er was about to go out as he spoke, "Wait, how many daughters does He Shilang have?"

"There are no concubines, but there are seven or eight concubines, the eldest one is married, and the youngest one has just reached the end of the year, and there is no family yet. ”

Li Qianqian said, "Send people to keep an eye on it, and those who are married must also be watched, even sons-in-law can't let go." ”

"Why is this?" Liu Er was stunned and asked puzzled.

"When did He Shilang start training the dead, and who usually watched for him?"

Liu Er shook his head when he heard this, he really hadn't thought about these questions, but, "In this way, we will be seriously understaffed." ”

Feng Gongzi immediately came out to brush up on his sense of existence, "And my people." ”

Li Qianqian looked at him for a long time before nodding, "You have to ask your eldest brother first to see if he agrees." ”

"Don't worry, he will definitely agree, He Shilang is the mastermind behind the murder of the housekeeper, even if he has been punished, but his dead soldiers are still there, and I think the eldest brother will not be happy to see them alive. ”

Even if those dead soldiers who are still alive are not the ones who shot at the housekeepers, but they are all the dead soldiers of He Shilang, and they usually don't know how many bad things they have done, and they are not sorry to die.

Li Qianqian listened to him say this, and then he was relieved.

And the two pigeon guards who were in charge of staring at Mrs. He, seeing the eagle guards who came to support, suddenly felt that their heads were a little big, outside this small village, trying to fill the stomachs of the two of them, they were already stretched, and now there were ten more big men, did they want them to be exhausted?

It wasn't until they listened to the Eagle Guard leader explain the mission that they suddenly realized, but, "Will He Shilang hand over the dead soldier to his wife?"

"I don't know, but I'm not afraid of ten thousand, but I'm afraid that if he really hands over the camp of the dead to his wife? ”

However, they waited for three days, but they didn't wait for the people from the dead camp to appear, but waited until Mrs. He relented.

On the other side, Feng Gongzi received the return from his subordinates.

"The message is correct?"

"The message is indeed, no problem. The person who spoke back gave an affirmative reply.

Feng Gongzi bowed his head, let him step back, sat in his place and pondered, for a long time, Feng Zhuang master collected his merits, came out of the room, saw him sitting alone with a note, walked to the table and poured a cup of tea and drank it all in one sip, and then walked to Feng Gongzi and stretched out his hand to take the note away.

"Big brother. Feeling that the note in his hand was twitching, Feng Gongzi came back to his senses and let go when he saw that it was the eldest brother.

The owner of Feng Zhuang smiled after reading it, "This father-in-law is really good to his son-in-law!"

It turned out that it was none other than one of his sons-in-law who took over the dead soldier camp after He Shilang's death, and his father was also the empress's confidant, serving as the head of the Arsenal Department of the Ministry of War, and He Shilang's son-in-law was idle, and he didn't have to report to the yamen to be idle all day long.

The outside world doesn't have a high opinion of him, and he is only curious about how He Shilang would marry his daughter to such an idler.

But he didn't know that with his help, He Shilang established his own dead soldier camp, and he also let his son-in-law take charge of the dead soldier camp, He Shilang's henchmen needed to use He Shilang's handwriting to mobilize the dead soldiers, but his son-in-law could directly order them.

"He seems intent on taking away He Shilang's sons. Lord Fengzhuang's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said coldly.

"We can't let them be robbed, and we have to trade them with Mrs. He. ”

The owner of Feng Zhuang nodded, "I know, but she didn't promise her to keep her children and grandchildren intact, right?" Their father and ancestor ordered to kill the Guan family, collect some interest from them, and cut off their hands and feet, which is also deserved, and their lives are still kept, isn't it?