Ning Yu's text is very simple, only more than half a page, first congratulate him on his great achievements, and then talk about the recent court movements, and finally mention the poisoning of Mrs. Zhao, and say that Feng Lian has also helped her detoxify, so that he should not worry.

After reading the letter, Zhao Ping frowned slightly, and quickly opened the letter that Mrs. Zhao gave him. Mrs. Zhao didn't mention the poisoning, only said that she was in better health than before, asked him not to worry, and said that she was going to make him a few clothes and let him take care of himself outside.

In the end, she also specially mentioned Ning Yu, saying that Ning Yu was a good girl, boasting that Ning Yu was in the sky and on the earth, and said that if anyone could marry her as a daughter-in-law, it would be a blessing that he could only cultivate in several lifetimes.

Mrs. Zhao did not use honorific titles for Ning Yu, but called An He in every sentence, and it could be seen that she really liked Ning Yu and was familiar with Ning Yu.

Zhao Ping curled his lower lip.

It's really nice for the girl I like to be praised and recognized by her family.

Thinking of his mother's poisoning, Zhao Ping smiled again, and then opened Zhao Shun's letter.

Zhao Shun knew that he had a good relationship with Ning Yu, and since Ning Yu helped Mrs. Zhao detoxify, he would definitely say a word to Zhao Ping, so he didn't hide it, and recounted the recent events in the family, including Mrs. Zhao's poisoning and Mrs. Zhao's illness.

After speaking, he said: Everything in the family is a promising brother, don't worry, you take care of your body outside, and by the way, help me take care of Brother Yi more.

Zhao Ping folded the letter after reading it, and he had no impression of the old lady.

When I returned home at the age of fifteen, I met once when I returned to Beijing at the age of seventeen, and then we met when I worshiped my ancestors during the Chinese New Year. He has only spent two years in the Zhao family. Therefore, he has seen this grandmother all over the world for so many years.

She was no different from a stranger to him, and he couldn't even remember what she looked like, only that she had kind eyebrows and eyes, no different from an ordinary old man, but he could vaguely feel that she seemed to dislike him. He always thought that he was the same as his father, and he couldn't get used to his attitude.

Did she poison his mother? It has been nearly ten years, which shows that he is thoughtful.

Zhao Ping actually doesn't have a deep affection for his mother, and he doesn't see his mother many times. After all, his mother is sick and weak, and he is protected by his father like an eyeball, and he is also busy, where can he run to the inner house when he has nothing to do one day?

But in the end, it was his mother, and he still wanted his parents to be healthy.

Fortunately, there is a little girl here.

Zhao Ping packed all the letters, his fingers gently rubbed the words of Zhao Ping's personal enlightenment, and the gentleness in his eyes seemed to be able to turn into water.

Over there, Zhao Yi has already finished the competition.

There is no doubt that Zhao Yi won.

Zhao Yi's martial arts are not weak in the end, but he lacks tempering, and in the battlefield for more than a month, the wind and sand have not only roughened his immature and handsome face, but also tempered his muscles and bones.

Zhao Yi himself is also very hard-working, in a day, except for the necessary time to follow Zhao Taifu to read documents and listen to strategies, the rest of the time is to practice martial arts, either to fight with soldiers and practice, or to learn various skills such as fighting with his uncle, and occasionally have the opportunity to fight with his uncle.

During this time, he really made rapid progress.

Zhao Yi followed the soldiers to roar and shout, laughing and jumping on the stage. His clothes were drenched with sweat, and his head was dripping with sweat, so he simply ripped off his clothes and put his shirt around his waist like a soldier, revealing his porcelain white but solid chest.

The soldiers couldn't help laughing, "The little boy has so white skin!" ”

"Hahaha, like a! ...... with fine skin and tender meat"

This sentence angered Zhao Yi, he glared at the soldier viciously, and scolded: "If you can't speak, shut up!" Are your defeated generals embarrassed to say me? Real men speak with their fists! ”

After Zhao Yi finished speaking, he ignored everyone anymore, turned around and easily stepped off the stage.

The soldiers looked at Zhao Yi's little back and couldn't help laughing, and then scolded the soldier, "You laugh and laugh, why do you say that kind of thing." ”

The soldier was also a little depressed, and said in a humming voice: "Don't we all talk like this, and General Zhao didn't get angry with us." ”

"Can he compare with General Zhao? He is still young, and he is the grandson of the Marquis of Yanping, the little master who grew up pampered, and he has never been on the battlefield before, this is the first time the bride has been on the sedan chair, so pay attention in the future. ”

……

When Zhao Yi came over, Zhao Ping just received the letter, his expression was a little wrong, he pursed his lips and frowned and looked at his uncle for a long time, and suddenly grinned, his voice was cheap, with an inexplicable pleasure: "What, An and Wang Ji have a new love?" ”

Zhao Ping glanced at him: "Get out, don't talk if you can't speak." ”

Zhao Yi sat down next to Zhao Ping, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a wicked smile: "Then why do you look so sad, except for An and Wang Ji abandoning you, I can't think of anything else, I don't think there is anything else that can make you unhappy." ”

Zhao Ping glanced at him faintly: "Your grandmother is poisoned." ”

Zhao Yi's smile froze, and he looked at Zhao Ping in amazement, as if he didn't understand the meaning of Zhao Ping's words.

Zhao Ping was very satisfied with Zhao Yi's performance, propped his hands on his legs, looked at Zhao Yi sideways, and lifted his lower lip: "The poison was given by your great-grandmother." ”

Zhao Yi stood up abruptly, and quickly sat down again, with an expression that wanted to laugh but couldn't laugh: "Second uncle, what are you talking about?" ”

Compared with Zhao Ping, Zhao Yi grew up in the Zhao family since he was a child, whether it is for Mrs. Zhao or Mrs. Zhao, his feelings are much deeper than Zhao Ping.

Zhao Ping said expressionlessly: "I said, your grandmother was poisoned by your great-grandmother!" ”

Zhao Yi looked at Zhao Ping in a daze for a long time before shaking his lips and smiling dryly: "Why did great-grandmother poison grandmother?" Second uncle, are you kidding? It's not funny. ”

Zhao Ping looked at him: "Do you think I will joke with you about this kind of thing?" ”

Zhao Ping does have many shortcomings, and he is not close to his parents and family, but with Zhao Yi's understanding of him, he will never joke with people with this kind of thing.

The expression on Zhao Yi's face collapsed little by little, "Grandmother...... Grandmother, is she alright? ”

Zhao Ping looked at Zhao Yi and sighed.

Zhao Yi's legs were a little weak, but he still pretended to be calm with a tense face.

"Your grandmother ......" Zhao Ping looked at Zhao Yi, his tone was gloomy, and he spoke slowly.

Zhao Yi held his breath.

"Forget it, see for yourself." Zhao Ping slapped Zhao Shun's letter in Zhao Yi's arms, as if he couldn't say anything about the result, and he didn't want to tell him the bad news in person.

Zhao Yi, who made up the results in his brain, trembled a little with his fingers, and tore it several times before opening the envelope.

He took out the letter, looked at it at a glance, paused halfway through it, paused for a while, and then looked at it from the beginning, after making sure that he was not mistaken, he read the content behind it, and after making sure that there was no reversal, he looked up at Zhao Ping, and his anger was hard to hide: "You!! ”。

"What's wrong? My eldest nephew? ”