Ah San lowered his head and stopped talking, but the more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he became, he turned around suddenly, and wanted to run outside the yard and shout. But as soon as he turned around and ran outside the courtyard, he saw Zhao's mother anxiously, followed by Wang Miao, Wang Huan and another maid.

"Well, old lady, here you are. Little Ah San greets you. Say hello to the princess. Ah San was stunned for a moment when he saw Zhao Xiu's mother, Jiang Wanqing, and then quickly knelt down on one knee, and bowed to Zhao Mu and Wang Miao with his hands. Ah San knew that Zhao's mother was alarmed, which meant that something big was going to happen.

Zhao Xiu's mother was dressed in a long black dress, and although her expression was anxious, she was graceful and luxurious. The tears on Wang Miao's face next to her had not yet dried, the corners of her eyes were still red, she supported Zhao's mother, and the two walked in together.

Mother Zhao didn't pay attention to Ah San, who was kneeling on the ground, and walked straight to the main room.

Xin Yin and Xuemao in the courtyard saw Zhao Mu and Wang Miao walking in, and the two of them knelt on the ground one after another and saluted Zhao Mu.

"Little Demon Guard, say hello to the old lady, and say hello to the princess." "Little Demon Guard, say hello to the old lady, and say hello to the princess." One of the two people knelt in the courtyard and the other knelt in front of the door, and the two said one after another.

Zhao's mother came to the door and looked inside, but the door was tightly closed, and she couldn't see anything clearly.

"The prince is injured? How's it going? Mother Zhao asked the blood mao who was kneeling in front of the door.

"Back to the old lady, the prince is healing inside, and there is no big problem."

"What, it's okay? You still have the face to say! The last five words Zhao Mu almost roared out, and the spit swept the bloody face. It's good that the blood is wearing a mask, otherwise it must be foaming all over his face.

Mother Zhao's voice came through the door of the house to the inside, and after a while, there was the sound of footsteps in the house. The door of Zhao Xiu's room was slowly opened, followed by Meng Xin's sweaty face.

When Meng Xin saw Zhao's mother's angry eyes, he felt that the big thing was not good, but what he should face still had to face.

"Little Meng Xin has seen the old lady." As soon as Meng Xin finished speaking, he ushered in a slap.

Zhao Mu's angry slap slapped over, and the embarrassment of the presence of the fan was "snapped", only Meng Xin, who was kneeling on the ground, did not have a trace of expression, as if he had known that there would be such a slap.

In Wang Miao's eyes, Zhao Xiu's mother has always been a kind existence, and a situation like this that beats someone if she disagrees will almost never occur. But this time, Mother Zhao was really angry, and the person she cared about the most was lying on the bed.

"You guys, you shit! One by one, like a ghost, what can be done? So many people together can't protect one person, what do you want you to do? Why don't you die? Zhao Xiu's mother, Jiang Wanqing, was like an angry beast, and her kind expression on weekdays was gone.

"Look, look, you all have knives at your waists, and masks on your faces that can only scare children. What are you doing day by day? Our Zhao family raised you to invite you to dinner? What do we owe to you? Mother Zhao turned to look at Xin Yin Ah San who was kneeling in the courtyard and said, her red face and red eyes as if she was about to breathe fire. Wang Miao, who was originally standing on the side, was also full of anger, but when he was yelled at by Zhao's mother, the fire in his heart was also vented.

"I hope this is the last time, no, it has to be the last time, or you'll all die for me. Do you understand? ”

"Got it!" The people kneeling in the courtyard were also full of shame when they were scolded, and when they heard Zhao's mother ask them, they hurriedly shouted loudly.

Mother Zhao sighed and took Wang Miao's hand into the house together. As soon as I entered the house, I asked about a fishy smell and the smell of medicinal soup, and then I saw Zhao Xiu lying on the bed.

Zhao Xiu's back was facing up, his face was facing downward, and the knife wound on his back made Zhao's mother feel like a knife in her heart.

Mother Zhao pursed her lips and slowly closed her eyes, but Wang Miao didn't hold back and left tears again. Both of them stood in place, not only afraid to step forward, but also afraid that they would not be able to bear the pain in their hearts.

Mother Zhao's eyes became tighter and tighter, she was afraid.

She was afraid that her tears would be like the grief in her heart. Only she could taste the taste of blood in her own mouth. She bit her lip just to keep herself from grieving more, she hoped it was herself.

She wished that the person who was bleeding in bed was herself.

Zhao Mujiang Wanqing's eyebrows were full of sadness, and the more she tried her best to endure it, the more she couldn't help it, and tears still flowed from the corners of her eyes. But she's still strong.

Wang Miao seemed to have lost her strength, and finally couldn't support it and sat on the ground. Zhao Xiu's mother, Jiang Wanqing, walked step by step towards her son lying on the bed, every step was difficult. Her eyes were full of kindness, although the tears in her eyes blurred her vision, and he couldn't see his son's appearance clearly, but in his heart, Zhao Xiu's childhood situation kept well.

There was nothing in the room except Wang Miao's weak cry, and Meng Xin was just standing outside the door, and he didn't want to see the sad tears of the two women in the room, thinking that he was afraid that he would not be able to help it.

The medical officer in the room sat in front of the window with medicine in hand. He is also a parent, and when he saw Zhao's mother's expression, his heart was also tight. He hurriedly stepped aside and gave up the stool he had made as a sign of respect.

Jiang Wanqing slowly moved to the stool, held Zhao Xiu's hand, and sat down slowly. She raised her other hand and wanted to touch her son, but found that Zhao Xiu's body was covered in blood, and the long knife edge was as long as a forearm.

Jiang Wanqing's hand trembled in front of her, and her heart trembled. The injuries on Zhao Xiu's body seemed to be scratched in her heart.

"Woo." She still couldn't hold back, tears poured down like a small bridge, and she hurriedly covered her mouth with her hands. The trembling hand did not control the force well, and the moment it was withdrawn, it was like a blow in the face. Wang Huan and the others who were standing in the room were shocked in their hearts, and they also left tears as if they were infected.

Women are weak, but mothers are strong. The breath in Jiang Wanqing's hands became heavy, and she remembered Zhao Xiu's appearance when she was a child, immature and innocent.

"What kind of iniquity is this?" Jiang Wanqing cried and shouted. She held Zhao Xiu's hand with both hands, raised her head and shouted heartbreakingly.

"Look at my child, do you have long eyes for his wounds? Are you blind? Woo" Jiang Wanqing's cry was full of grief, and in Meng Xin's ears, it was like a judgment on him, and the person he swore to be a brother for the rest of his life was lying inside.

Zhao's mother's cry reached Ah San's ears, as if it was a sad song, and it was difficult for him to stand in place at all. He wanted to vent, but he wouldn't cry, he turned and walked out, no one knew what he was doing.