When Mrs. Shen returned to the room, she was still trying to figure out why she could see it herself, but he couldn't, racking her brains to no avail.

"Auntie, you've worked hard. I'll give you a thump on your legs? Hot feet? ……”

Mrs. Shen stopped Jinxia, who wanted to stand up: "You just sit there and don't move, just stop if you are kind to me, so as not to change the dressing for the wound again, which will be more troublesome." ”

This summer had to stay still, and said with a smile: "It's still my aunt who knows that she is distressed." ”

"You, it's enough to have a mouth all over your body."

Mrs. Shen cleaned her hands, sat down in front of the dresser, carefully removed the bun, and slowly combed her hair through. Leaning against the bed frame, this summer watched her comb her hair, and said with a smile: "Your hair is so well maintained, like satin." ”

"How old are you?" Mrs. Shen asked her as she combed her hair.

"Sixteen." This summer grinned, "My mother is planning to marry me all day long." ”

"Look at your fiery temperament, born in the summer, right? That's why it's called this summer. ”

"Probably."

"Possibly?" Mrs. Shen turned her head and looked at her with a complicated gaze, "Don't you know when you were born?" ”

"I was brought back from the hall by my mother, so I don't know the specific date." Truthfully this summer.

"Oh......"

Mrs. Shen turned her head again, and didn't look at her, only combed her hair one by one, and after a long time, she heard her ask, "I brought you back that year?" How old are you? ”

"In the twenty-eighth year of Jiajing, I was about three or four years old." Thinking about it this summer, she smiled and said, "My mother said that the children in the hall counted me the best, and she thought that it must be easy to feed, so she brought me back." ”

A wooden comb was clenched tightly in her hand, her sharp teeth were deeply embedded in her skin, and Mrs. Shen sat still, not daring to turn her head back, but her breathing was uncontrollably short.

"Auntie, what's wrong with you?" This summer asked.

Mrs. Shen took a deep breath and tried to reply in a calm tone, "It's okay...... I just didn't expect you to be a poor kid. ”

"It's not pitiful." Jin Xia smiled, "The children on that street are the best at fighting, except for my mother, no one dares to touch a finger of me." ”

She was happily recalling her childhood achievements, and Mrs. Shen quietly looked back at her with infinite tenderness in her eyes.

"Pea cake, red dots, the blind eat and open their eyes, the lame eat and drop their crutches, the bald eat raw pigtails, and the deaf eat and can hear ......"

A few children play and sing in front of the Lingyin Temple.

Next to her, an old woman in a gray shirt with gray temples supported a gray-haired old woman who was older than her. Their clothes were washed white, and they staggered slowly up the stone steps.

When she arrived at Lingyin Temple, the gray-shirted old woman found a little novice: "Little Master, we are going to find a great monk to do a ritual for my family." ”

Xiao Shami clasped his hands together and gave a salute: "The two donors, my master and your uncles were not in the temple a few days ago. Please come back another day. ”

The white-haired old woman said disappointedly, "May I ask when your master will return?" ”

"There are more than 1,000 casualties among the officers and soldiers of Cen Gang, and the master and uncle rushed to overtake the undead, I'm afraid they won't come back in the short term."

"Cen Gang ......," the white-haired old woman muttered, turning to the gray-shirted old woman, "Who, who's in Cen Gang." ”

"It's Xiao Feng, Xiao Feng is in Cen Gang."

The gray-shirted old woman sighed.

"He's going to die, and he's going to die, and he's going to die, and he's going to die." The white-haired old woman muttered and turned around, and the bamboo cane trembled to the ground.

The little novice only said that the relatives of these two women were also in the army, and that they were also worried about the safety of their families at the time of the rampant war and the many casualties in the army. He sighed, turned back to the temple, knelt in front of the wooden fish and muttered sutras.

The way down the mountain is slower than the way up.

"Mother, I'll help you rest for a while." The gray-robed old woman found a stone, dusted it off with her sleeves, and carefully helped the white-haired old woman to sit down.

Not far away, children were still singing: "...... Pea cake, red dots, the blind man eats and opens his eyes, the lame eats and drops the crutch, the bald man eats the raw pigtails......"

The white-haired old woman listened stupidly, and suddenly said, "Wu'er also loves to eat pea cakes, but I don't have them at home, so I have to buy them for him...... I'm going home. ”

"Okay, let's go home." The gray-shirted old woman replied obediently.

"Back to Huizhou, back to She County."

“…… Mother. The gray-shirted old woman didn't expect her to say this, and she was stunned.

"Over the years, I have wronged you......" the white-haired old woman's hand groped and stroked the face of the gray-shirted old woman, "Wu'er has done such a big business for nothing, and you haven't enjoyed a day of happiness." ”

"Mother, don't say that...... Sit down, and I'll get some water for you to drink. ”

The gray-shirted old woman hurriedly turned her back, wiped away the tears that she didn't want the white-haired old woman to see, and walked forward. After walking five or six steps, he heard something wrong behind him, and when he looked back, two masked men appeared out of nowhere, holding sharp swords, and stabbed at the old woman.

"Mother!" She screamed in horror.

The old woman could not see, and although she did not know what was happening, she could also detect it from the exclamation of her daughter-in-law. Instead of being frightened, she smiled......

The moment the blade of the sword stabbed the old woman, a slender and long bamboo branch suddenly pierced out of the oblique ground, with verdant bamboo leaves on it, which seemed to be weak, but it blocked the two long swords alive.

A blue-shirted man staggered and landed lightly in front of the old woman, and smiled at the masked man: "Your surname? ”

"Where did the wild Taoist come from, get out!"

The masked man naturally ignored him, and with a shake of his long sword, several sword flowers bloomed, and he attacked towards the blue road. I saw that the long sword was as bright as silver, the bamboo branches were verdant, and the bamboo leaves were one after another, and when they parted again after a while, the two masked men's faces were cut by the bamboo branches......

"Not leaving?" Lan Daoxing said with a smile, "If I give you a word of advice, your face will be fine, if the waistband of your pants is cut, it won't look good." ”

After a brief exchange, the masked man realized that he was no match for him, looked at each other, turned and leaped away.

"Mother, mother, mother......" The gray-shirted old woman pounced on the white-haired old woman and called out repeatedly.

The white-haired old woman was motionless, and although she was not injured, she was no longer breathing.

Lan Daoxing turned around, probed her pulse, and sighed: "The number of years has come, and I ask the donor to mourn the change." He slumped down and picked up the old woman's body, and walked slowly down the hill, and the gray-shirted old woman staggered to follow.

The inner hall of the inn's courtyard.

Cen Fu hurriedly walked by, and before he had time to beckon him to eat something this summer, he saw him walking quickly through the inner hall with a solemn face, and walked straight towards Lu Yi's room.

"Something must have happened." This summer's legs and feet are inconvenient, so Yang Yue went up to listen to the root of the wall, and Yang Yue shook his head.

After a while, Cen Fu came out, and this summer he hurriedly beckoned him to come to eat, and served him a meal with great care.

"What's wrong?" She diligently pushed the whole plate of Sixi siu mai over.

Cen Fu glanced at her, but he didn't hide it from her: "Zhao Wenhua, do you know?" ”

"Lord Zhao, the secretary of the Ministry of Industry, who can not know."

Cen Fu nodded: "Lord Zhao was demoted to a commoner because of the disadvantage of building Zhengyang Tower. ”

"Zhengyang Building?" This summer, I remembered, "It's a new house in the Holy Heaven, I heard that the construction started last year, and it hasn't been repaired yet?" I can't complain that the saint is in a hurry. However, why didn't Lord Yan help persuade him and help his godson? ”

Zhao Wenhua recognized Yan Song as his father-in-law, an important cadre of the Yan Party, and had been rampant in the DPRK for many years. Although he offended Yan Song last year by offering Baihua Immortal Wine to the Holy Advancement without permission, fortunately, he sent a lot of heavy gifts to remedy it. Could it be that Yan Song is still in a gap and deliberately does not help?

Or, is this what Yan Shifan means?

"What did your eldest son say when he heard this?" Ask Cen Fu this summer.

"The eldest prince said-'Oh'"

"That's it?"

"That's all."

Cen Fu has started to eat siu mai.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that it was possible: Yan Shifan must have seen Zhao Wenhua's different intentions, that is, Yan Song spared Zhao Wenhua with his old feelings, and with Yan Shifan's character of retribution, how could he easily let him go.

Lu Yi was alone in the room, frowning between his eyebrows, and he was also thinking carefully about Zhao Wenhua's demotion - if it is as Ah Rui said, then maybe it was planned by Yan Shifan, and it was also his first move; Zhao Wenhua is Hu Zongxian's backer in the court, he was demoted, Hu Zongxian no one spoke in the court, once impeached, especially for such a big crime as complication, he will definitely die, this is likely to be Yan Shifan's second move; As for the third move......

As Ah Rui reminded him, if he helped Hu Zongxian, then he would also have a share of the crime of being a widow, and if Hu Zongxian's crime was implemented, he would not be able to escape from it, and it would be difficult for his father to speak at that time.

What puzzled Lu Yi was why Yan Shifan thought that he would definitely help Hu Zongxian?

Since entering Zhejiang, the evidence he has investigated is all harmful to Hu Zongxian, and he has no friendship with Hu Zongxian, so there is no reason to help Hu Zongxian.

At night, Lu Yi was at the table, half-draped in a plain robe, and lit the lamp to read at night.

The lattice of the window was knocked by a bamboo branch, and he got up and pushed the window open, just as he saw the figure of the pedestrian on the blue road flying out, stopping on the ridge of the roof not far away, waiting for him.

Wrapping up his robe and turning off the lights, Lu Yi jumped out of the window and caught up with Lan Daoxing.

Both of them made light achievements, jumping all the way, flying eaves and walking on the wall, silent like the moon shadow, until a remote old house in Hangzhou City, the blue road line stopped.

"Wang Zhi's mother, she just passed away this morning." Lan Dao said briefly.

Lu Yi frowned.

Lan Daoxing added: "It's not what you think, she is dying, not killed." However, as you might expect, there are people who want to kill them. ”

"What is this place?"

"This is the house that Hu Zongxian specially allocated to their mother-in-law and daughter-in-law after pardoning Wang Zhi's mother last year." Lan Daoxing looked at Lu Yi's eyes, shrugged his shoulders and said, "This house has been sealed for a long time, Hu Zongxian never imagined that they would dare to come back...... Let's go, I'll take you to her. ”