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Even though the leaves on the branches were still luxuriant, it was the most brilliant and bright golden autumn, Wei Zhao still sensed the biting chill from the sassy autumn wind, and in his heart there was only a harsh winter full of wind and snow.

In order to make Wei Zhao feel at ease, Qian Weizhen swore to heaven that if he couldn't protect his parents and children, he would not die well.

Wei Zhao really took all the charges and confessed to the situation of embezzlement of ink every time. Emperor Chongming did not issue an order to behead him, but ordered him to be put in prison and strictly guarded.

Qian Weizhen really did not break his promise, and after the two groups of Qian Gui and his second grandson, he quietly operated and wanted to send Wei Zhao's parents and a pair of children to Kangnan.

However, this pedestrian was light and simple, except for a few maids and servants, and then a team of guards, a total of five large cars set off from Shuzhong and made a detour to Yunnan.

The road to Shu is difficult, and a pair of children can't stand the bumps, and they are grinding their grandparents all day to go home. The masters were in a bad mood, the guards were in a hurry, and the people below were complaining, and the car broke another axle next to a cliff and needed to be repaired.

A gust of wind passed, and more than a dozen black-clothed people flashed silently in the dense forest beside the road. They were dressed in tight-fitting shorts, each holding a long sword and a sharp blade, and surrounded the group of people who had not yet reacted as fast as lightning.

Some guards hurriedly wanted to draw their swords, but they were already held by the man in black with a sword around their necks, and they couldn't move for half a minute.

A black-clothed man who looked like the leader took out the holy decree in his arms, held it high in his hand, and read it out loud: "Fengtian carrier, the emperor's edict said: Immediately escort the former household servant Wei Zhao's family into Beijing to await trial, there must be no mistake." ”

The two elders of the Wei family looked like earth, and in a hurry, a pair of grandchildren were so frightened that they were paralyzed underground, and the guards were all ambushed, and they were escorted into Beijing by the people of the Qianlong Guard, and were temporarily imprisoned in Dali Temple, without revealing a trace of wind.

On the Yangzhou side, Mrs. Zhen had already made up her mind, but her heart was like water, and she dealt with the final matters of Huitong in an orderly manner.

Seeing that the aftermath could not be dealt with, the Yangzhou county guard was already anxious, and more ordinary people joined the ranks of the squeeze, for fear that the money they had accumulated for a lifetime would be wasted.

Knowing that Qian Weizhen had a private treasury in the imperial city, but refusing to take out the silver to save the emergency, Mrs. Zhen had long had no illusions about this person.

She looked through her camphor box for the last time, sorted out all her personal savings, roughly liquidated the value, and let out a long breath.

Wipe off a pair of beeswax bracelets with gold honey on his wrist, take off the huge beeswax ring on his ring finger, and put a beeswax carved Guanyin statue around his neck that has never left his body over the years, and carefully put it on the top layer of the box, and then carefully fasten the lid.

The autumn night was long, Mrs. Zhen bit her index finger, wrote a blood letter to Qian Weizhen, and sat all night with a red candle like tears. When it was dawn, the girl fetched water to freshen up for her, and she was shocked to realize that the night had passed like this.

The sunlight reflected her pale cheeks, and although her melon seed face with deep eye sockets was thin, she looked particularly energetic.

Mrs. Zhen cleaned her face, carefully applied some rouge gouache, and then asked the maid to carefully comb a few braids for herself. She took her own silver scissors, twisted a branch with a click, and tied it with the dazzling white silk, together with the jade Pisces pendant he gave when he was in love with Qian Weizhen, as well as the letter of despair with the words crying blood and the sound of the heart, but the sound of the desperate letter, all of which were packed in a rosewood box, and ordered people to slowly send them to the imperial city along the official road.

The bare ring finger is missing the ring that has not left the body for a long time, and it looks extremely slender and helpless, although the bite last night is no longer bleeding, the finger is still painful.

Ten fingers are connected to the heart, and every glance is painful. Mrs. Zhen only blamed herself for being stupid, as a thin horse in Yangzhou, she was originally a plaything in the palm of someone else's hand, but she was moved by her true feelings and wanted to protect his furniture for Qian Weizhen.

I never thought that one day I would write a pen in blood, accusing him of breaking off his kindness.

There were actually very few words on the blood letter, only a few short sentences. Last night, Mrs. Zhen bit her index finger and wrote the unforgettable "Thoughtful" on the white silk: Wen Jun has his heart, and he will destroy it. Destroy it, and the wind will blow its ashes. From now on, don't be lovesick. Acacia and Junju.

It is said that the drama is ruthless and the prostitute is unrighteous, and she wants to teach him how Mrs. Zhen, who has been famous in Yangzhou City for a long time, attaches great importance to love and righteousness, and how vigorous she is.

As soon as the messenger was sent out, the personal girl came in in a panic and reported: "Madam, there is a lot of trouble outside, blocking the front and back doors, you must ask Mrs. for an explanation." ”

"Don't panic", Mrs. Zhen leaned sideways to do her makeup, and now there is only a pearl earring the size of lotus seed rice on her ears, but her skin is covered with frost and snow.

Looking at the girl who has always been by her side and still never abandons her, Mrs. Zhen smiled lightly and patted her hand, still as beautiful as before.

The pearlescent light flashed, and Mrs. Zhen was charming with a smile and a smile. She stood up with the girl's hand and walked leisurely to the front yard of Huitong Bank.

The hall that used to be orderly is now crowded with ordinary people, some hairy young men with angry eyes, and more old men and old ladies. used to earn a few bonuses with the pension money, but now he has to pay for the coffin, which is a lot of mourning.

Seeing Mrs. Zhen come out, the crowd spontaneously gathered around a group, crying and questioning mixed together, it was deafening, and some bold ladies wanted to reach out and pull Mrs. Zhen, but were stopped by the bodyguards beside her.

"Everyone, don't be impatient", Mrs. Zhen's words were graceful and soothing, revealing a confident power. To this day, her beauty is still the best weapon. Together, the sound of Langlang overpowered the noise on all sides, and the surroundings gradually quieted down.

Mrs. Zhen moved slowly, the blue and purple satin dress was full of color, and the colorful peony flowers on it were still luxurious and elegant.

She walked to the high chair in front of the counter and sat down, looked at the people below who were buzzing, and said with a noble smile: "Huitong has already released his words, the silver tickets of the dignitaries and nobles are not redeemed, and the poor people have a lot of money. Think about it, over the years, has there ever been a time when my Donnie Yen doesn't count?"

Mrs. Zhen settled in many houses in Yangzhou, although she was born as a woman, she also said her word. In the past, she was always the first to take the lead in donating money when temples were built and paved roads in Yangzhou City. Many people have benefited from her, and it is purely helpless to force each other like this today.

Seeing that everyone looked at each other, but no one refuted, Mrs. Zhen elegantly raised her hand to brush the hair on her sideburns, and said with an indifferent smile: "Because the silver is not used, it has brought great inconvenience to the villagers and elders. Now, please give me one last day. Tomorrow at this time, everyone will come with receipts to redeem the silver. ”