Zhao Sheng jumped up from the ground, grabbed the collar of Xiao Huangmen with both hands, his eyes were bloodshot, and he couldn't help asking, "Say it again!" How did Little Fool die? How did Little Fool die? Tears slipped down the corners of Zhao Sheng's eyes.

"Little fool, my father went far, far away and won't come back."

"Life and death, I know."

“……”

"Brother, Cangshui is indeed far away from Kyoto, you didn't lie, and my father won't blame you."

"Little Fool ......"

"Brother, do you see that cloud, crooked, like a father's eyes? When he laughs, that's it. ”

The little foolish and immature children's voice sounded from the sky, lingering in the ears, and the past was like a raging tide, rushing out wave after wave.

Among the four brothers and sisters, Xiaoyu is the youngest, but he bears the most pain. She was early and intelligent, talented, kind and gentle, and she was once a Zhao wonder boy who was loved by thousands of people.

She is the pearl of her grandfather's palm, and she is the little sister that the three brothers cherish the most and want to protect the most. If her father is alive, she will be the noble and prominent daughter princess of Nanqi. Instead of this eunuch population center who is ill and incurable.

No! No! Xiaoyu and his mother are in the Mirror Flower Nunnery, how could they die? How can you die?! This eunuch lies, he lies!

This thought kept repeating in Zhao Sheng's mind, and before he knew it, the strength in his hand increased a little.

Fengshan Village is located in a remote area and few people pass by, so the news of Zhao Jin's death has not yet reached this place. Before Xiaohuangmen came here, Zhao Xu specially told him to tell the news of Zhao Jin's death to the three brothers of the Zhao family.

He sent Tian Zhen to Fengshan Village every year to reprimand him in person, and he said the same thing every year. He also felt bored. This year, it's very different.

This year, Liu Yuan poisoned her own daughter.

Bone and blood family affection is the most inseparable. What's more, it was her own flesh and blood that she gave birth to when she was pregnant in October, and she poisoned it without caring about the love of mother and daughter.

While Zhao Xu admired Liu Yuan's decisiveness, he also felt creepy.

Liu Yuan can kill Zhao Jin, and one day, she can kill him.

This woman is not an ordinary person.

On the one hand, Zhao Xu saw Liu Yuan as a person, and on the other hand, he was happy to see Zhao Jin's death. At that time, the song "Cangshui Yao" was widely sung. Not only Zhao Chang, Qu Cang is praised by the world, and Zhao Jin's name is also a household name.

Even if Zhao Jin is in Jinghua Nunnery, every time the world talks about her, they sigh and sigh, sympathize with her. It seems that he, who is the third uncle, owes her.

Zhao Jin died, and the thorn in his heart was completely removed, he was really happy, happy!

Zhao Kun and Zhao Min were also unable to suppress their grief, and they were already in tears silently, but if the eldest brother lost his reason, they could no longer add fuel to the fire. The two of them stood up to Zhao Sheng on the left and right, and persuaded each other with good words: "Big brother let go, let go." ”

Zhao Sheng's ten fingers were like iron tongs, and Zhao Min tried his best to barely break them open, and he couldn't stop calling him during the process, "Big brother? Eldest brother? ”

Tian Nei was in a hurry on the side, and when he was helpless, he kept muttering, "What can I do, what can I do here", and finally found a vacancy, so he simply inserted a hand and came in, grabbed Zhao Sheng's arm, shook his head and begged, "Ouch, my good Langjun, you are good, let go, we have a root that can't help but scare you so much!" ”

Hearing Xiao Tian's words, Zhao Kun was stunned for a moment, his eyes turned to Xiao Huangmen, stared at his face and looked at him, the eunuch is called Yougen? Hanqi himself is addicted, right?

Xiao Huangmen was surrounded by four people, and his collar was grabbed by Zhao Sheng, and it was difficult to breathe, and his face swelled

It's red, and I can't stop coughing, and I can't say two nice words if I have the heart. I just beg this crazy man to spare his poor thin neck.

Zhao Sheng kept silently thinking in his heart, the little fool is dead?! The little fool is dead! The little fool is dead......

Really, dead?

"Big brother! Eldest brother! Zhao Min's persevering voice called back, and finally called back the soul of Dalang Zhao Sheng.

Zhao Sheng shuddered suddenly, and the three souls and seven spirits returned to their original positions. He let go of his hand dejectedly, and asked weakly, "Little fool, how did you die?" The soul returned to its place, and his face was still like ashes, and tears rolled down his distracted eyes.

Xiao Huangmen broke away from Zhao Sheng's grasp, couldn't help rubbing his chest, gasped for four or five breaths, and said hatefully: "Didn't you say it, heart disease is incurable, heart disease is incurable!" Her eyes rolled, and she said, "Liu Guifei announced that Zhao Niangzi entered the palace to celebrate her birthday." Mrs. Zhao died of heart disease. ”

The meaning in Xiao Huangmen's words could not be more obvious, Zhao Jin was killed by Liu Yuan.

Liu Yuan is her biological mother!

Zhao Sheng stared at the little yellow door in disbelief for a long time, just right, and said in a deep voice: "Yes, the little fool died of a heart disease." ”

Xiao Huangmen delivered the news of Xiao Yu's death just to see them sad and panicked. He must not lose his temper again.

Zhao Sheng understood that it was too late at this time. Xiao Huangmen was happy to see the three brothers looking like they were lost and depressed, and when their goal was achieved, they bowed down and said to Xiao Tian with a smile: "Tian Nei, let's go back." ”

After a while, he was able to choke the Tianuchi waiter, rolled up his sleeves and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, "Okay!" Let's go, let's go! As he spoke, he jumped into the car with a gust of wind and returned to Kyoto the same way.

The carriage sped away from Fengshan Village. The old and young in the village gathered around the small courtyard in groups of three or five, and an old man on crutches walked slowly, and said through the courtyard wall: "Da Lang, come to the house in a while to get some rabbit meat, and add a dish at night to keep the New Year." ”

Speaking kung fu, a fat lady flashed out of the crowd, with a bamboo basket on her arm, a stack of dried cabbage in it, and shouted with a smile: "Da Lang, the dried vegetables I dried, the steamed bacon fragrant, you taste it!" ”

No one in the courtyard responded, and when everyone got closer, they heard the sound of the three brothers crying in a low voice.

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, just because he hasn't reached the sad place.

The fat lady raised her eyebrows and spat on the ground, "What am I talking about?" The rootless eunuch just has no heart, look, look, they all scolded the children and cried. As he spoke, he twisted his buttocks and entered the courtyard, and saw the three brothers sitting on the ground, holding their heads and crying in one place, "Oh my son, let's not cry, don't cry!" "I said I wouldn't cry, but the fat lady's tears fell straight down.

"You can't cry on Chinese New Year's Eve!" The old man on crutches held back his tears, came to Da Lang's side, patted him on the shoulder, choked up and said, "Manly man, what are you crying about?" ”

Dalang Zhao Sheng hugged his father-in-law's legs, and howled to the sky, "Little fool is dead, little fool is dead!" ”

He has a wife, children and younger brother, and as the pillar of the family, Zhao Sheng will not show a single trace of pain if he can swallow it. However, the news of Xiaoyu's death was like a thousand arrows in his heart, and the pain made him unable to support it anymore, and he could no longer swallow it.

Little fool? Which is the little fool?

The old man was confused by the word little fool.

Erlang Zhao Kun grinned, "It's the little sister, our little sister, dead!" ”

Ah, Mrs. Zhao?! The old man suddenly realized, and then whispered in disbelief, "Zhao Niangzi, who did "Cangshui Yao", is dead?!" ”

When the fat lady heard that Zhao Niangzi had died, she threw the bamboo basket, couldn't stop patting her thighs, and grinned and wailed, "Ouch, my hard-working Zhao Niangzi!" Why are you dead? ”

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