Xu Dou saw that Beiliu was in a hurry, and knew that there was really something going on in the Eighteen Niang Mansion, so he hurriedly nodded, "If there is anything you need my help with, just send someone to the ward." ”

Eighteen Niang was in no mood to say much to her, nodded, and led Xiping and Beiliu back to the Champion Hou Mansion quickly.

The whole courtyard was very different from before she left, and the people who were clearing the snow had dispersed.

Nanzhi stood anxiously at the door of the room and watched, and Dongzhu also put down the abacus in his hand.

As soon as Nanzhi saw Eighteen Niang, she cried with a wow, "Little Niang, why is your life so bitter?" Back then, he was lonely and miserable in Fanyang, and finally came to Chang'an, but was bullied by Mrs. Wu again. Now that the adults love you, the Hou Ye also treats you with deep affection, and there is a little boy in the belly, and the slave still thinks that you have come to work. But Master Hou, how could he die! ”

Eighteen Niang wiped her eyes and forcibly stabilized her body, "But really? Show me the letter written by Li Zhaoping. ”

Since Li Ziqi went to Bashu, he passed the book to the eighteen Niang flying pigeons every once in a while, and the letters were very diligent, and the last time the book was good.

Bashu's earth movement was extremely serious, and even after the plum period arrived, there were several aftershocks.

It's just that the Black Feather Guards who went to the capital are highly skilled in martial arts, comparable to ordinary government soldiers, and have enough money and food in hand, as well as the assistance of the doctor of the Rejuvenation Hall, everything went smoothly when Li Ziqi went, and soon rescued many people, and resettled those victims in a better village.

Li Ziqi was amused last time, saying that the people of Bashu were going to build him a champion Hou Temple! How could it be, how could it be that he died suddenly?

Nanzhi trembled his hand and handed the note to Eighteen Niang, who quickly opened it and saw that it was written:

"Hou Ye received the news, said that there is a village at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain there are still dozens of living people trapped, led the team to go, unexpectedly encountered mud and stones rolled down from the mountain, instantly pressed, Ping bare hands to dig out three days before digging out Hou Ye, Wang Mrs. Hou for Hou Ye to keep the blood in the abdomen, will not be Fuling back to Chang'an. Li Zhaoping words. ”

Eighteen Niang's hand shook, and the note flew from her hand, spun in the air a few times, and fell to the ground.

She only felt that her eyes were dark, and she fainted suddenly.

Li Ziqi has told her more than once that Li Zhaoping is absolutely credible, and it is impossible for him to tell lies.

So, did Li Ziqi really die like this?

When she woke up again, she was already lying on her carved bed embroidered with red plums.

Nanzhi was red-eyed, holding a handkerchief to cover her mouth and crying, and when she saw Eighteen Niang wake up, she hurriedly stood up and supported her, "Is Little Niang thirsty?" The slave warms the bird's nest porridge on the stove. ”

Eighteen Niang shook her head, "Hou Ye's matter, can it be confirmed?" It's been a long time since the Bashu earthquake, how can there be any news of a call for help? Where did this news come from, and who led the Hou Ye there, check it out for me, and find it out. ”

Even if the plum period is dead, it must not die in vain!

Eighteen Niang thought about it, and felt hot tears falling on the back of her hand.

Nanzhi took out a handkerchief and wiped it for her, "Good little lady, don't cry, if you cry, the little boy in your stomach will also cry." ”

Eighteen Niang stabilized her mind. picked up Li Zhaoping's note again, pinched it with his hand, rubbed it lightly with two fingers, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The plum period that was born in the pile of the dead, the plum period that will not die even if it is pierced by a poisonous sword, the plum period that finally became the living king of Hades after a hundred battles, the plum period that has not been avenged in the sea of blood, how can it be dead?

She didn't live to be eighteen years old, and she hadn't died yet, so how could Li Ziqi die?

She absolutely didn't believe it.

"Don't make a noise about this for the time being, let's live our lives as usual, and when the official family receives the news, we will set up a mourning hall. It's all cheered me up, if the Hou Ye really dies, then my womb is his only bone and blood, and those who want to harm him will definitely attack me. Beiliu, when you go to find my mother, you will say that you will borrow her Zhou for a few more days. ”

Beiliu nodded solemnly, she went to borrow Zhou Mo is fake, and it is true to inform Shen Ze.

What can be used in the hands of Eighteen Niang is mostly some official wives and shopkeepers, and Shen Ze has his own group of people in his hands.

When Beiliu went out, Eighteen Niang said to Xiping again: "Master Hou has this incident, I can't marry you to Li Zhaoping for the time being, if I am not wrong in my calculation, in the near future, I still have a big thing, only you can do it." ”

Xiping plopped and knelt on the ground, "Master Hou told me, I was soft-hearted that day, and I almost hurt Xiaoniang and Xiaogongzi, Xiping is ashamed of Xiaoniang, Xiaoniang wants Xiping's life, and Xiping will never blink an eye." ”

Eighteen Niang shook her head, "I don't want your life, I just want your loyalty." ”

She thought about it, and said to Dongzhu: "Don't move the shop in our secret, on the surface, take it away, I need enough silver." ”

Dongzhu is the smartest of the four girls, and she doesn't understand what Eighteen Niang means, "No, Dongzhu knows." Just at the end of the year, those unsatisfactory shops were turned around, and they didn't bother to be eye-catching. ”

When Dongzhu and Xiping went out, Eighteen Niang took Nanzhi's hand, "Nanzhi, the person I trust the most is you, from now on, you have to keep an eye on me, and you have to be careful with everything you eat and wear." Hou Ye's death should be a bureau, and the person who set up the bureau is likely to be Zhao Yi, of course, it may also be Zhenping Wangfu or other people. ”

Nanzhi was so frightened that his face turned pale, "Your Majesty wants the Hou Ye to die?" Hou Ye made great achievements for Da Chu...... Meritorious and shocking! Meritorious and shocking! ”

She figured it out and grabbed Eighteen Niang's hand, "Little Niang, let's go quickly and leave Chang'an City." It is said that the grass is cut and the roots are removed, what if His Majesty can't tolerate you and the child in the womb? Let's take advantage of the fact that they haven't received the news yet, hurry back to Chang'an City, and say that you are going back to Fanyang to celebrate the New Year's Festival. ”

Eighteen Niang smiled sadly, "Silly Nanzhi, we have a flying pigeon to pass the book, but Zhao Yi doesn't have it?" The Black Feather Guard under Hou Ye cannot be a monolith. We're leaving, but when we're going and where we're going have to think about it in advance. I am already a wife of the Li family, how can I leave my husband and go back to Fanyang alone? I haven't seen Master Hou with my own eyes, so I won't leave. You pack a little bag for me, if we want to go, put it in our arms, and we can go. ”

In fact, Eighteen Niang has space, no matter how many things can be loaded away, but this matter can't be told to Nanzhi, she can only act at the opportunity, and never leave a copper for Zhao Yi.

The Champion Hou Mansion passed in an orderly manner for several days, and after thinking about it, Eighteen Niang met with Shen Ze again.

Finally, when the heavy snow in Chang'an City was visible to the naked eye, on the muddy official road, a black horse rode straight into Chang'an City, and entered the Daming Palace with the news of Li Ziqi's death.

In the winter of the fourteenth year of Chenghe, the champion Hou Li Ziqi died, the whole country mourned, and the people of Bashu and the people who had received the favor of the eighteen mothers in the suburbs of Chang'an were tied with white linen in their hands, and they wept bitterly.