Therefore, no matter how sad they are, they still force a smile in front of their wives and children, after all, the year is over, and the days must go on.

I'm afraid that nothing in this world is more difficult than living.

Erlang slaughtered the chicken, boiled the soup, and stewed the dried mushrooms. When the soup was cooked, Da Lang served a bowl for Rong and held it in front of her, "Ajie, the chicken soup is ready, get up and drink some." The soup bowl was placed on the edge of the kang and reached out to help Rong.

The atrium of the courtyard was burning fiercely, and it was also reflected in the fiery red through the peach blossom paper house. Rong looked at Da Lang through the red light, his eyelids were swollen, and the sadness and sorrow in his eyes were vaguely revealed, but when he looked at Rong, he forced a happy face.

Seeing this, Rong's heart was like a knife. Leaning on the thick quilt with his back, he held Da Lang's arm with his backhand, and said, "Add a pair of dishes and chopsticks to my little sister and cook two dishes she loves to eat." ”

Tears flickered in Da Lang's eyes, he withdrew his arm from Rong's hand, lowered his eyes, and muttered in a very nasal voice, "Well, I know." He turned around and went to get the soup bowl as a disguise of grief.

Xiao Yu loves to eat stuffed fish, he can't do it. He loves cherry ice and snow, and he won't do it. He, the eldest brother, can't even cook the food that the younger sister loves to eat......

As soon as he thought of this, Da Lang's heart was dull and throbbing, and the feeling of powerlessness besieged him.

Rong has been married to him for many years. Da Lang's eyes, every movement, and even when he spoke, a slight pause, Rong could instantly taste it from it. Rong still remembers that Da Lang once said that the little sister likes to eat milk stuffed fish and cherry ice and snow. So he secretly blamed himself for talking too much, and he mentioned it in a dignified manner.

The mountains and countryside are not as good as the imperial city, where can there be fresh fish in such a season?

"We don't have any of my sister's favorite food. However, our love for the little sister is sincere, the little sister must know in the sky, she is so understanding, she will not complain. Rong's palm was attached to the back of Da Lang's hand, "Da Lang, don't be sad, don't let others see the joke!" ”

The others in Rong's mouth refer to Zhao Xu.

Da Lang pursed his lips and blew away the heat in the soup, not wanting to talk more about it with Rong, so he lowered his voice and coaxed softly: "Ajie, drink the chicken soup and sleep for a while." ”

Hey, where can I sleep! Rong sighed secretly, nodded "um", took Da Lang's hand, obediently drank the hot soup, and lay down again.

At this point, it's really not a good time to talk deeply.

Knowing that his three brothers were grieving, Shi and He's had taken the children to dinner, so they urged them to go to bed quickly and not to make noise.

Because of their special status, the children of the Zhao family can better understand the meaning of their parents' words than the children of other families. So, the older children took the younger ones to wash and go to bed.

Soon, the small courtyard was peaceful and quiet.

Except for the roaring sound of Tingliao, there was no other sound.

He's and Shi's couldn't sleep because they had something on their minds, so they came to Rong's house to talk to her to relieve their boredom, and the three of them talked and talked, all of them were sad for the children's obedience and sensibility.

"Little sister, this is gone?" The news of Zhao Jin's death was too sudden, and He's was like a cloud, and at this time, it was still hard to believe.

"Isn't it gone?" Shi Shi sniffed and said resentfully: "Deliberately pressed until Chinese New Year's Eve to say, it's really wolf poison!" ”

Rong's index finger was on his lips, "Shhh Be quiet, for they may not hear it. ”

"Yes, you listen to your sister-in-law, don't say a word. If the three brothers outside listen to it, they can't help but have the heart to kill! Hearst patted the back of Shi's hand and whispered.

"Hmph, don't talk about them, I want to kill someone!" Shi forcibly suppressed the anger in his chest and roared angrily.

Hearing this, Rong and He's sighed together.

Their husbands, they know best. Over the years, the three brothers have hidden the fire in their hearts deeply, for fear of revealing some eyebrows, which will lead to death.

However, even if they have a strategy and talent, what can they do?

They are just guards of the imperial tomb. If you make the slightest mistake, you will be crushed.

Besides, they are not careless in this world, they have wives and children, and mothers, and little fools.

Now, the little fool is gone.

Dalang Zhao Sheng sat in front of Ting Liao, but his hair stood on end, and the chill was bone-chilling. The death of the little fool made him a big mess.

San Langlang handed over the wine, opened his lips and teeth lightly, and spit out, "Drink!" There is no other word.

Da Lang was losing his mind and didn't answer. Erlang crossed Dalang with his long arms, took the wine bowl, and said, "I'll drink it for my eldest brother." Without waiting for the words to fall, he poured the wine into his mouth impatiently.

Saburo laughed bitterly at himself, "Hey! The little fool is gone, you and me, the future is in jeopardy. ”

Zhi burns and sighs, and things hurt their kind.

From Zhao Jin's death, San Lang foresaw that he might not have a good death.

The wine entered the stomach, the warmth steamed up and extended to the whole body, and Erlang shouted, "Happy!" Put the wine in the palm of Dalang's hand, "Huh? Didn't you hear Yougen say that Liu Yuan killed Xiaoyu?! "Deliberately accentuate the word root, after speaking, I ate and laughed.

His laughter was out of step with the solemn atmosphere of the moment. laughed to the end, a string of tears in the corner of Erlang's eyes, reflecting the light of the fire, crystal clear.

Da Lang pinched Jiu Cheng's neck with two fingers and drank with his head up.

After drinking, he asked, "Do you recognize who the chamberlain is?" ”

"Du Zizheng!" Jiro and Saburo said in unison.

"Yes! That Du Zizheng was originally his father's doorman, how could he be an internal servant? Da Langhu said suspiciously: "It stands to reason that he is a scholar, and his father is dead, so he should go on a career as an official, not enter the palace as a maid." ”

"Career? How easy is it to say? Erlang took the wine from Da Lang's hand, "You don't know that Du Zizheng was born in a poor family, if it weren't for his father's insight into heroes, where would he have chariots, horses, and servants, so decent?" His father is gone, and his good days are over. If you enter the palace as a maid, you can still have a full meal. ”

Gu Dong Gu Dong took a few sips of wine, and continued: "You see that he doesn't dare to recognize us, he must have abandoned all the old feelings. This kind of ungrateful person, don't mention it! ”

Da Lang shook his head slightly and muttered quietly, "I always feel that he is not that kind of person!" ”

"I don't know what kind of person Du Zi is, I only know that Liu Yuan is the most vicious woman in the world! If I had known this, I would have shot her to death with an arrow! Erlang was indignant, snorted heavily, and said: "That willow fangzi is obscene and vicious, and he doesn't even let go of his own daughter!" It's really the anger of people and gods! ”

San Lang wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, dragged four or five bamboo poles from the side, and threw them into the fire, and the sound of crackling bamboo bursting was endless. However, the sound of firecrackers could not dispel the pain in Saburo's chest.

San Lang stood up and said in a deep voice to Da Lang Erlang: "Let's sneak back to Kyoto and kill Uncle Sanhuang, kill Liu Yuan, and kill all those who are sorry for us, how about it?" "When I speak, I don't forget to point in the direction of Kyoto. With this action, something fell to the ground from his sleeve pocket.

Da Lang frowned, stared at the mass of things, and asked suspiciously, "What is that?" Flying money? ”

Saburo followed Da Lang's gaze and looked down, it was a ball of paper. leaned over and picked it up, "Hey, big brother, you don't know, I never bring money." As he spoke, he unfolded the paper ball, and hurriedly looked at it in the light of the fire, and couldn't help but let out a surprised "huh".

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