A group of Zhao soldiers under the leadership of Zheng Wuchang did not go back to the city directly, but went straight to Hanshan to find Elder Zhou. At this time, Zhao Zheng, who was one step ahead, had already crossed the Zhu River and walked towards the south city gate. Just as he was about to enter the city gate, in the distance, Zhao Zheng saw a young woman in ragged clothes walking towards him with a panicked face.

"Alas...... I knew ......"

Zhao Zheng saw that the young woman was Zhao Ji, sighed slightly and walked straight over.

"Mother......

Zhao Zheng waved and shouted at Zhao Ji as he walked.

"Huh? Zheng'er, it's Zheng'er's voice! ”

Because he was anxious, and Zhao Zheng was a child, although the two were not very far apart, Zhao Ji did not see Zhao Zheng at the first time.

"Zheng'er...... Zheng'er ......"

Zhao Ji heard her son's voice, and immediately followed the voice, only to see Zhao Zheng running towards him with his empty hands shouting. Seeing this, Zhao Ji took a few steps closely, until he held Zhao Zheng in his arms, and the stone that was originally hanging in his heart did not fall to the ground.

"Where is my son, why are you back now?"

Zhao Ji touched Zhao Zheng's body with her hand, and asked with concern after making sure that there were no injuries on her body.

Zhao Zheng knew that Xia Wuqi was not far from the city, and knew that this was not the place to speak, so he immediately whispered to Zhao Ji: "Mother, it's mixed here, let's go home!" ”

"Hiss......"

Zhao Zheng's words made Zhao Ji's heart ripple, and she wanted to know what it was that made a boy who was only six years old learn to avoid others.

"Hmm!"

Zhao Ji nodded when she heard this, then picked up Zhao Zheng and turned around and walked home.

Zhao Zhengjia was not far from the South City Gate, but at this time, Zhao Ji felt that this originally extremely familiar road had suddenly become extremely long. Looking at Zhao Zheng, who returned empty-handed and somewhat mysterious, Zhao Ji always felt that her son seemed to have something extremely important to say to him.

I don't know how long I walked, when the familiar thatched house reappeared in front of me, with a "squeak", the "closed" dilapidated door opened.

"Zheng'er, I'm home!" Zhao Ji gently put Zhao Zheng on the ground and said.

The mother and son entered the door one after another, and the dilapidated door closed again with the "squeak" sound of the wooden tenon rubbing.

"Zheng'er, do you have something to tell your mother?" After closing the door, Zhao Ji asked impatiently.

Zhao Zheng didn't speak when he heard this, his little hands were pounding in his arms, and three iron short knives appeared in front of Zhao Ji.

"This ......"

Zhao Ji looked at the three iron short knives in Zhao Zheng's hands with a shocked expression. To Zhao Ji's surprise, the three short knives in front of him turned out to be extremely rare iron Qin short knives in the world!

Zhao Ji's extremely special identity made her vision naturally incomparable to that of ordinary market women, and she recognized Qin Short Dao at a glance.

The reason why Qin Short Knife made Old Doctor Liu, Chen Liangsi, and even Zhao Ji all look shocked was not because of its unstoppable performance, but because of the extremely special identity of its user. And because of this, not many people know this knife. The reason why Zhao Ji knew about this knife was because she was told to her when she was inhuman.

"Zheng'er, where did this knife come from?"

Zhao Ji picked up one of them from Zhao Zheng's hand, put it in front of him, and asked while taking a closer look.

"Uh...... It was given to my son by someone I don't know. Zhao Zheng replied.

Ever since he met Old Doctor Liu by the Zhu River, Zhao Zheng knew that the old man would not let go of himself easily, and he would definitely think of ways to find his flaws from Zhao Ji in the future. In order to avoid trouble in the future, Zhao Zheng planned to tell Zhao Ji what happened in the morning.

"Mother, I saw Zhuang today."

"Oh?"

Zhao Ji raised her eyebrows slightly when she heard this. She didn't understand what Zhao Zheng meant by giving her a boost at this time, and then said, "Then what? You can't be that little slave gave you these three knives, right? ”

Zhao Zheng shook his head when he heard this, "Mother, you said before that the firewood ten miles south of the city is good for burning, so I took Zhuang and ran to the south." ”

Zhao Zheng said it very easily, but Zhao Ji on the side was so frightened that the hairs on his whole body stood upside down: "You are crazy, running so far?" Do you know how worried you are at home! You ......"

"Smack!"

The more Zhao Ji spoke, the more angry she became, and she couldn't control her emotions for a while and slapped Zhao Zheng in the face.

The sound of the slap was extremely crisp, and suddenly the whole grass house was silent. Zhao Zheng felt a burst of heat on his face: "He...... Damn, I was beaten by my sister today......" Zhao Zheng laughed at himself in his heart.

"Mother, I know it's wrong. In the future, I will listen to my mother, and I will never be naughty......" Zhao Zheng rubbed his little face with his hand, and then coaxed Zhao Ji with a hippie smile.

Zhao Ji is also angry for a while, where she is really willing to beat her son. Seeing that his son knew his mistake, he smiled and stopped digging into it.

"And what about the wood you can chop? Also, what the hell is going on with these three knives? ”

"Uh...... At that time, the situation was a bit urgent, so the firewood was lost......" Zhao Zheng paused, and after saving up the manuscript in his heart, he continued: "Er was originally cutting firewood in the forest near an abandoned village with Hezhuang, and suddenly a warrior dressed in black ran out of the village with Ah Fang. After he learned that Er and Ah Fang knew each other, he entrusted Ah Fang to Son, and by the way, he gave Er three knives. ”

"And then?"

And then ...... Then I met Doctor Liu and Doctor Xia by the Zhu River, and then I went back to the city......"

When Zhao Ji heard this, her originally jade-like forehead squeezed out a few shallow trenches at some point, and she always felt that her son seemed to be deliberately hiding something from her. The knife was slowly pulled out of the sheath, and a touch of blood red suddenly met Zhao Ji's eyes.

Looking at the trace of blood left on the blade, Zhao Ji knew that nine out of ten of them were the blood of the Qin people. From this, Zhao Ji concluded that it must have been the Qin people who kidnapped Xia Wuqi's precious daughter, because she knew that only Qin people who were on special secret missions would use this kind of Qin short knife. At this time, there were three at once, and Zhao Ji naturally thought that Qin Guo was going to make some big moves. As for Zhao Zheng's samurai giving away swords, Zhao Ji also reasonably thought that the samurai wanted to report to Zhao Guo through his son.

"It seems that the hard life of our mother and daughter is coming to an end!" Zhao Ji's heart couldn't help churning.

"Zheng'er, do anyone else know that you have these three short knives on you?" Zhao Ji asked with a flushed face.

Zhao Zheng scratched his head and replied: "Yes, Old Doctor Liu, Doctor Xia, and two Simas surnamed Chen, they all saw it!" ”

When Zhao Ji heard Zhao Zheng say this, her originally excited heart was instantly beaten to the freezing point. Zhao Zheng saw that Zhao Ji's face was cloudy and wonderful, and he knew what he was thinking, so he hurriedly comforted: "Don't worry, mother, although they saw these three knives, they didn't tell them anything!" ”

Zhao Zheng's words were simply a "heart-saving pill" for Zhao Ji, and as soon as the words fell, Zhao Ji's heart also settled down a lot.

"Alas......"

Looking at Zhao Ji's appearance, Zhao Zheng felt that the woman in front of him was both pitiful and great, "Alas......" Zhao Zheng sighed in his heart......