"Aunt Zihui joined the Tai Hospital, will she go with the army in the future?" The holy decree of the imperial insult has been sent to the Qingfu, and the green leaves have just finished talking to the queen, and they have seen the purple emblem when they come out of the palace.

"His Royal Highness the Virtuous King said that everything is as I ......want," Zi Hui paused for a moment, and then continued, "If there is no more war, the exile is the best. ”

Qingye understood the meaning of Zihui, bowed his head silently, bowed his head silently, bowed and went back to the house outside the palace: "Aunt Zihui, I'll go back to the house first." ”

When they left the palace gate, the sedan chairs of Qingpu and Qingfu had been waiting for a long time.

"Yezi, the road ahead is a little blocked, why don't you get off the sedan chair and walk back to the house with me." Aoba didn't know what to think in the sedan chair, and Qingpu's voice came in from outside the sedan chair.

Stunned for a moment, Aoba walked down from the sedan chair, and saw a shop in front of him for a while, and Qingpu, who was riding a horse in front, had already dismounted, leading the horse and walking forward slowly.

"Childe, girl, there is a gambling house in front, which has only been built these days, and it seems that someone owes money, and the creditor is collecting debts."

The guards sent out to investigate for Qingpu reported the reason for the crowding ahead, and out of the caution of those who practiced martial arts and used soldiers, Qingpu and Aoba still did not dare to relax, passed through the crowd, and hurried back to the general's mansion.

As the two returned to the house, the general's mansion was quite lively, and there was a lot of celebration up and down.

The ordinary people in Jingzhao City only knew that the General's Mansion was full of happy events, but they didn't know that Jingzhao City before this year was far more lively than this......

On the twenty-eighth day of the lunar month, only three days before the New Year's Festival, Yao Fengzhi's wife Ye Yumeng died in the peaceful red fire in Jingzhao City.

"The husband should not inform the eldest son, at such a time, so as not to affect the career of the eldest prince."

"Gillian, how many times have I said that you are the only lady in my heart......"

Yao Fengzhi was indeed still panicked at this time, that is, he was looking forward to Ye Yumeng's death, and he knew that he could not write two night words with one stroke, and the current queen might not blame Ye Yumeng's death on herself.

"Now that Yeyumeng is dead, you are the only mistress in the house, Yao Xi is also a descendant no matter how he is, and you are the eldest son of Gillian appropriately?"

"Husband......

"Gillian, I'll go to the study and repair a book." Yao Fengzhi was not in the mood to deal with the mess after Ye Yumeng's death, so he planned to invite Old Man Yao back to the house, but he still didn't forget to comfort Zheng Jiao, "Don't be in a hurry......

"Now that your brother is an official, it is impossible for the old man to disagree with you as the wife of my Yao Mansion. Another day, I will welcome you into the house again! ”

Yao Fengzhi sent the letter out, and returned to Zheng Jiao's side, "Gillian, from now on, no one can hinder you and me, are you happy?" ”

"Husband......

"But, husband, do you want to go to Yejia's house to report the funeral?"

"Send someone to repair a book, and now his night glory is just a cloth clothes, if it weren't for the emperor's old kindness, where would there be a huge mansion for him to live in."

Yao Fengzhi has also had a long-standing grudge against the Ye family, and he didn't dare to attack before the fall of the Ye family, where do he still have scruples now?

"Husband, Mrs. Night......"

"Where is she counted as my Mrs. Yaofu, but she is just a dead person, why does Gillian respect her so much?"

"Husband, she'...... The deceased is the greatest, but this is the New Year's Festival, and this mourning thing is put out in Jingzhao City......"

Zheng Jiao wanted to speak and stopped, the meaning was self-evident, Yao Fengzhi didn't even frown, and said, "The people in the city are celebrating the festival, how can she add bad luck to the people of the city with a cloth dress?" ”

"What the husband said is very true." Zheng Jiao got a satisfactory answer, leaning into Yao Fengzhi's arms and smiling all over her face.

"In this way, does Madame know how to satisfy her husband?"

The day was full of mourning, but I didn't see the slightest respect from these two people. Lunch was not eaten until the candle was lit, and the two of them drank a sip of soup and then extinguished the candle.