Chapter 197: Misfortune (Part II)

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Tan Sheng sat quietly, his hands on his knees in a regular manner, and his eyebrows were lowered and pleasing to the eye, like the girl in the next room with the lowest sense of existence.

It's just that this girl in the next room, holding the Zhao family's shop, stepping on the Zhao family's life, living in the Zhao family's room, and slapping the Zhao family's face.

There is a fierce lady in the house.

Lu'an felt that he could write a notebook.

However, two gusts of wind slammed open the gate of Songheyuan in succession.

The first formation was Zhao Xian, who came in with an excited face, but he hadn't yet stood firm, "... Lee's dead?!"

Before he could finish speaking, a second gust of wind swept in.

Li Zipu pushed the door in with a calm face, followed by the tearful Wang family, Li Zipu stood still in the main hall, his eyes were gloomy, his hands hung down at his side and formed a big fist, his mouth was like Sanjiu snow, cold and awe-inspiring, "Huaiyu... Passed away...?"

Old Madam Zhao subconsciously dodged back - she was afraid that Li Zipu would come forward and beat her!

"My lord, calm down first and listen to me slowly..."

"You only tell me, Huaiyu is dead!" Li Zhipu interrupted Mrs. Zhao's words.

Old Madam Zhao swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty and looked at Tan Sheng as if asking for help.

Tan Sheng lowered his head, not knowing anything.

Old Madam Zhao had no choice but to stand up and protect Zhao Xian behind her first, Fang opened her mouth softly, "It's dead..."

Wang's "wow" cried out, crying so much that he couldn't catch his breath, crying so much that he was on the verge of collapse, and grabbed the corner of Li's simple clothes, sliding down little by little.

She only cried, she didn't scream or scold, she just cried.

Crying like a mother beast who has lost her cubs.

Old Madam Zhao cried with the Wang family.

There are three unbearable pains in life, the first is that the white-haired person sends the black-haired person, the second is that they will never see each other when they are separated, and the third is that they will never see each other.

Li is dead, I'm afraid only Li Zipu and Wang's tears are real.

Old Madam Zhao's tears were probably mixed with sugar water.

Tan Sheng sat quietly, without sorrow or joy in his heart, calmly watching this big play.

Li Zipu held his old wife in his arms, his eyes were red, and his voice was hoarse, "Did you commit suicide?"

Old Madam Zhao didn't turn her head, took the opportunity to wipe her tears and quickly glanced at Tan Sheng's face, and saw that the little girl nodded at her silently, so she turned around and replied to Li Zipu's words, "I heard that the nun of Baoshan Temple said that he hanged himself, but whether he killed or committed suicide is still uncertain... Baoshan Temple has sealed the wing, our family is all from the Criminal Department, and we are all good at judging cases, if the in-laws still have doubts, we will have to go together with the two families!" Old Madam Zhao said with a crying voice, and a few tears quickly gathered and slipped in her eyes, "What's more, we have to take Huaiyu back!"

When Wang heard this, every word poked in his heart, and he cried so much that his liver and intestines were broken.

Li Zipu's eyes were red, and he could see that he was desperately holding back tears.

"How can people say that death is death? It has only been sent to Baoshan Temple for a few days? It has been less than ten days!" Li Zipu's voice was low and hoarse, and his eyes were red and he raised his head, "At the beginning, we said that we would build a Buddhist hall at home, but your Zhao family did not agree to it! Now Huaiyu is dead! I want Zhao Xian to keep Huaiyu for three years! The Zhao family wants to take Huaiyu's tablet back to the Zhao family, if Zhao Xian gives birth to a child in the future, no matter who the biological mother is, the eldest son must pass the child to Huaiyu's name!"

Li Zhipu quickly put forward various demands that were most beneficial to the Li family.

But everyone is dead.

What is the use of these requirements?

Tan Sheng buried his head and pursed his lips lowly.

Old Madam Zhao is naturally agreeing to it now!

Verbal promises!

If the next string marries a girl with a noble status, how can the Li family let the Zhao family obediently?!

Mrs. Zhao was confident, and she should say yes.

Always go to Baoshan Temple to have a look.

The group immediately prepared a carriage and took the little nun from Baoshan Temple to Duliang Mountain.

Tan Sheng and Mrs. Zhao were in a carriage, Zhao Hualing in the same carriage was already crying heartbreakingly, the little girl lay in the cage and tears continued to flow, calling "Mother, mother..."

Old Madam Zhao was so distracted that she had no time to take care of anything else.

Tan Sheng sighed softly and handed a cup of tea to Zhao Hualing, Old Madam Zhao didn't pay attention, Tan Sheng whispered in his ear, "If only the Zhao family hadn't insisted on sending your mother to Baoshan Temple..."

Zhao Hualing raised his head suddenly, and looked at Tan Sheng with tears in his eyes, "Why did you send your mother away!"

Tan Sheng buried his head, "What else can it be?"

Tan Sheng's voice seemed to be in his throat, and he turned his head to look out the car window and said softly, "Church, men and women, quietly... Aren't all the words written clearly and clearly in the book?"

Zhao Hualing's pupils constricted suddenly, "What do you mean!?"

Before Tan Sheng could answer, Old Madam Zhao seemed to have woken up from a dream and looked at the two little girls suspiciously.

Tan Sheng opened his eyes, quietly looked out the car window at the distant mountains like Dai, like flowing water stretching from west to east jogging, pursed his lips and never answered.

Zhao Hualing didn't know anything about the events of that day.

To be precise, no one in the Zhao family knows.

In addition to Mrs. Zhao, Zhao Xian, Tan Sheng, plus an official mother in Lu'an and Jiaoyuan.

The Zhao family also did not know about the relationship between the Li family and his brother Li Chengyou.

Lee Seung-woo is dead.

He was known as having a sudden heart attack and died violently.

Nowadays, there are not many people who know the inside story.

The wife of Cao Yushi's family is also one, Tan Sheng believes in Xu Yizhi's methods, Xu Yizhi will let Cao Yushi's wife know when to speak, when not to speak, and when to say what to say - isn't this since Mrs. Cao returned home, she has been calling herself sick and not seeing guests?

When getting off the carriage, Mrs. Zhao took the first step.

Tan Sheng leaned on the rut, turned his head and whispered to Zhao Hualing, "Cui Yingying and Zhang Sheng's tryst in the West Chamber, who will be the first to hit the board? Who was the first to be killed?"

Without waiting for Zhao Hualing to speak, Tan Sheng said, "It's the one who broke this ugly thing." ”

Zhao Hualing's eyes were hazy with tears, and he watched Tan Sheng get out of the carriage in a daze.

Zhao Hualing seems to understand.

Zhao Tansheng means... Her mother didn't kill herself, but because she crashed into something... Will be killed??

Zhao Hualing's heart palpitated, and his eyes changed instantly.

Zhao Hualing is eleven years old.

She already knew what hatred was.