"My father-in-law's name is Cao Yu."

"It turns out that you are Lord Cao's wife!"

Who doesn't know that there is an official named Cao Yu in the north and south of the lake, because Cao Yu personally controls the water, and advances and retreats with the people and soldiers, and leaves a good reputation among them, plus Cao Yu does manage the water well, if it is not for the fact that the sky does not fulfill people's wishes and a few heavy rains, maybe the flood has been controlled.

Zhang Feng thought of something, his eyes wandered, and he didn't dare to look at Ling Xiu'er at first, as if he had something to say but couldn't say it. Ling Xiu'er was so sensitive, she chuckled in her heart, and a bad premonition slowly rose, surging to her limbs. The place that Ling Xiu'er held on to in her heart was in jeopardy.

Ling Xiu'er put down her chopsticks, and her voice trembled slightly: "Brother Zhang, do you have any news of my father-in-law?" You tell me! ”

Zhang Feng looked at Ling Xiu'er's fragile eyes, like the white porcelain bowl shattered when it was knocked down, and the words choked in his throat: "Miss Xiu'er, Lord Cao is indeed the official who controls the water, but, just." ”

Ling Xiu'er asked, "Just what?" ”

Zhang Feng hesitated for a moment, not sure if Ling Xiu'er could accept the blow, and only after Ling Xiu'er's repeated questioning did he say: "It's just that because of the heavy rain at that time, the dam was directly washed away, Lord Cao, he was swept away by the flood, and there were no bones." ”

"Nope! No, it won't. ”

The place in Ling Xiu'er's heart, where her little hopes were stored, was captured, swallowed up, and reduced to nothingness.

"Cough" Ling Xiu'er was angry, spit out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person was shaky, as if she was a rag doll.

The old woman hurriedly helped Ling Xiu'er, gently supported her chest, and calmed her emotions. Ling Xiu'er leaned on the old woman's arms, and kept muttering: Impossible, no, Xianggong is not dead.

Saying this, Ling Xiu'er's eyes were empty, and tears welled up without warning.

Ling Xiu'er was like this, she couldn't eat dinner, and the old woman hugged her and hugged her tightly, as if she wanted to give her a little warmth. Ling Xiu'er's whole body trembled so badly that she couldn't seem to see anything, and she couldn't hear anything. The whole world seems to be colorless and silent.

The old woman helped her back into her room to rest. Seeing that Ling Xiu'er had no soul, the old woman was a little distressed. This girl can have the perseverance to come here, and she must be deeply rooted in love for her husband, and the woman takes her husband as the sky, and the sky has fallen, and she doesn't know how she should live.

"Miss Xiu'er, you can rest first."

There is no real empathy in the world, and the old woman knows that it is useless to comfort Ling Xiu'er at this time, so she can only let herself calm down first.

The old woman walked out softly and closed the door. Zhang Feng stood outside the house and paced left and right, also very worried.

"Mother, how is Miss Xiu'er?"

"It doesn't look good, this girl may still have a glimmer of hope, and she will definitely not be able to stand it for a while when she gets such an answer. But since she was able to come all the way here alone, she was a tough heart. The old woman thought about Ling Xiu'er's dinner and didn't use it well, and she suddenly received a blow, so she had to eat something good, "Son, you go and kill a chicken to make up for Miss Xiu'er." ”

"Hey, okay, I'll go." Zhang Feng went to kill the chicken without saying a word.

Ling Xiu'er sat on the bed with her knees crossed, her head buried in her knees. As soon as the crystal tears slipped down the sockets, they were hidden in the fabric. Cao Yu is the spiritual pillar of Ling Xiuer, the source of all Ling Xiuer's happiness, and the destination of Ling Xiuer.

Ling Xiu'er had never felt love before Cao Yu, she had never been loved in the palm of her hand, as if she was a unique treasure between heaven and earth. Now that Cao Yu is gone, his dream has woken up, and he is still the most common among all living beings.

Is it a dream?

Are every bit of myself and Cao Yu a dream?

Ling Xiu'er began to escape from reality, reducing everything that happened in the real world to falsehood. But the pain in the atrium that could not be ignored reminded Ling Xiu'er that this was the truth, Xianggong really left him, he was alone, the world was big, and he had no place to be.

Tears gradually soaked the fabric.

Even though Ling Xiu'er felt that she had lost everything at this time, she did not let herself sink. No matter what, she has to take her husband home! She can't let her husband float in the icy lake water and let the fish and shrimp peck at her.

"Knock knock~" There was a knock on the door.

Ling Xiu'er raised her head blankly with an expressionless face, and the old woman walked in with a bowl of chicken soup.

The chicken soup was placed on the table, and the old woman walked up to Ling Xiu'er and held her hand. This is a pair of hands that have worked hard all their lives, and the rough touch is not like Cao Yu's hands at all, but Ling Xiu'er looked at these hands, and her mind recalled that Cao Yu always liked to interlock her fingers with her in the past.

"Miss Xiu'er?" The old woman looked at Ling Xiu'er and called softly.

Ling Xiu'er's body trembled, and she blinked her eyes and looked at the old woman: "I'm sorry, I've lost my temper and caused trouble to you." ”

The old woman shook her head: "Miss Xiu'er, don't be polite, I'll make you chicken soup, drink it while it's hot." ”

Ling Xiu'er looked at the steaming bowl of chicken soup on the table, the white heat seemed to iron her eyes, and made her cry again. She knew that the chicken was specially stewed by the old lady, and she gave a total of three chickens, and the old woman was willing to stew it for herself.

The old woman didn't say anything, just quietly accompanied Ling Xiu'er to finish the bowl of chicken soup. When the old woman packed up the bowl and was about to leave, Ling Xiu'er spoke: "Auntie, can I borrow some embroidery cloth and embroidery thread from you?" I want to embroider something and wrap it on a plate, and I'll make it up for you when I get the silver. ”

"That bit of cloth and thread is worth no money, so I'll get it for you." The old woman knew that it would be useless to persuade Ling Xiu'er to rest early at this time, so it was better to let her embroider and divert her attention.

Ling Xiu'er is to earn some money for herself, and she doesn't know if the things she embroidered before were taken or lost by Wang Chun; Second, in order to repay Zhang Feng's family, she is going to embroider a few more chickens and find an excuse to give them tomorrow. The grace of dripping water, the spring reciprocates, but unfortunately, this is the only thing I can do now.

Ling Xiu'er did needlework all night, and early the next morning, she took advantage of the fact that Zhang Feng's family had not woken up yet, and specially avoided them. And only after he had brought the embroidered chicken to life with his own blood did he go back.

When she returned to Zhang Feng's house, Zhang Feng was chopping wood in the yard, and the old woman was busy with the family's breakfast in the kitchen. Zhang Feng saw Ling Xiu'er coming back from outside, still carrying two chickens in her hands, with a surprised expression on her face.

"I woke up early in the morning and couldn't sleep, so I wanted to go out for a walk. Brother Zhang, look at it, is this a pheasant or something? Ling Xiu'er raised her hand, "I picked it up, and I don't know where these two chickens came from, so I brought them back." ”