A catastrophe has passed, and the busiest place in the pickaxe capital is the prime minister's mansion except for Rongyi's medical hall.

Zhao Bohu has been so busy these days that his feet don't touch the ground, first he respectfully escorted Zhou Tianzi Ji Hu Gong, who was outside the world, back to the palace, and then he had to equip Rong Yi's medical hall in Fengmingtai with servants and envoys, buy medicinal materials from outside the city, as well as firewood for boiling medicine, and other miscellaneous matters. Because the city gate is locked, every object and person must have a letter from the prime minister's office to enter and exit, so the things that are used to on weekdays have to go through several procedures, which is very complicated.

As for the interior of the Prime Minister's Mansion, he entrusted most of it to Mibo. But because the hostess Xiaoyue was in bed, Zhao Bohu was also worthy of a patrol.

The end of summer is also a time when everything is in full bloom, but the flowers in the courtyard that were originally gorgeous like brocade have become few overnight, and most of them are trampled into mud by the deadly footsteps in the dark night. Although the smooth bluestone slab has been washed with water many times, there are still a few places where dark red scabies still appear, and they can't be washed off.

Especially in the back mountain, where Tao's mother died, no one dared to go up.

The worst is at the front and back doors. The vermilion lacquer door nearly half a foot thick slowly shook open, with the gurgling sound of gold and iron, and slowly looked down the bluestone steps that extended outward, the door was full of mottled bloodstains, and the boiling oil sticking to human fur had cooled and condensed into charred black lumps. Even the dead bodies and stumps had been cleaned up, and they were still thick purple and smelly.

Outside the door, several thick tree trunks with thick bowl mouths were discarded, and I don't know where the thieves cut them from, but the brass nails on the door were actually knocked down in half, and they were scattered everywhere.

Zhao Bohu looked at it with a sullen heart, and slowly paced to the poolside, looking at the sky that was gradually yellowing and golden.

Unconsciously walked to a hanging flower arch, Zhao Bohu looked up, and couldn't help waking up like a dream: How did you come here? This is Meng Ji's single courtyard, he rarely comes on weekdays, and he has never set foot here since he killed Ying Da in the Jingtian land invasion case. If nothing else, just if Meng Ji wants to leave Jingda's wife and daughter by his side to serve and refuse to sell, his feet will never enter this small courtyard again. He still understands the truth that a gentleman does not wade into danger.

Just as he was about to turn around, he suddenly heard a woman's quarrel and scolding, as if it was Meng Ji's voice. After not seeing each other for months, her voice was only slightly familiar to Zhao Bohu. Who is this arguing with? How could a woman sitting on a sittingly scolding voice be so sharp and resentful?

"Ahh Oh no, something happened! He pulled his leg and ran to the inner room.

It was already a mess, and a young woman with a disheveled hair and disheveled clothes on the bed was none other than Meng Ji, holding a hairpin in her hand and facing her throat, and let out a terrible cry: "From a father, your son calls for wind and rain, and calls for slaves and servants to be the son of the princess. But as for my son, he was born out of breath, bruised all over, and was thrown into a mass grave without seeing his biological father! My miserable son------

"You can save it!" A grandmother pulled her arm hard to prevent her from moving: "You can make the fetus too large and premature, and the fetus is not in the right position, so it can't be born. Everyone in the house knows what's going on, or the lady is kind to clean up the aftermath for you, it's a fire and a thief, and you don't forget to call the midwife in the house to guard you at the moment of life and death! You hid in the boat by yourself, so that the midwife couldn't find you, who is to blame? I also cut my wife's face with a hairpin, you are so poisonous!"

Zhao Bohu was shocked when he heard this, and then saw that the hairpin in Meng Ji's hand was still dripping with blood. And Zhaoji was lying on the ground, and a few maids and women were holding handkerchiefs, and they were busy looking for ointment. He stepped forward, brushed aside the mother-in-law beside his wife, and looked closely, there was a shocking blood mark in the middle of Zhaoji's pale and haggard left cheek, if it weren't for the mother-in-law pulling, this hairpin would have been cut deep, and the flesh on his face would have turned out.

He held his wife's face, distressed and blamed: "Madam, what's the matter with you? I just had a miscarriage, and I don't want to rest in bed, what are you doing here? And you!" He angrily pointed at the people who were waiting on the left and right, "Didn't I order that Madame should not enter this courtyard? Why don't you stop it?"

"Don't blame them, husband!" Zhaoji begged in a trembling voice, "I heard about Meng

My sister and child are gone, and I really can't rest assured, if I have to come, they can't resist me, it's not their fault!"

"You're just too soft-hearted, especially to your sister!" Zhao Bohu shook his head helplessly, and instructed the maids-in-law: "Help Mrs. Fu to go back to the house, and immediately ask the house doctor to come over for medicine diagnosis and treatment, there must be no mistake!"

"No!"

Left and right responded, and they all hugged Zhaoji and left, Mama Jing was powerful, and she didn't forget to take the hairpin in Meng Ji's hand. After the disturbance, only Zhao Bohu and Meng Ji were left in the room, and two guards were guarding the door of the house. Seeing that Zhao Bohu had no intention of approaching, Meng Ji stumbled out of bed, threw himself at his feet, desperately pulled his arm and cried loudly, "Husband, why do you only pity my sister? Why don't you want to look at me more? Her children are fine, but what about my children? That's your child, too! Husband------

Zhao Bohu only felt that his arm was being hooped: "I know it's my child, don't I hurt him?"

Taking advantage of Meng Ji's stunned efforts, Zhao Bohu slammed her to the ground: "For this child, the Jingtian case shook the government and the opposition, alarmed the Son of Heaven, I beheaded Ying Da, but even his wife and daughter were not expelled from the house, and continued to stay by your side to serve." Because you said that you were pregnant for the first time, and you are not used to changing the person you serve, whether it is me or my wife, it is up to you. On weekdays, you eat and your wife takes care of everything, what else are you not satisfied with?"

"It's not like this, it's not like this!" Meng Ji clutched Zhao Bohu's sleeve tightly and argued, "That's all one thing for my sister-in-law in front of you and one thing behind your back. She ------ she knew that my baby was a boy, and she was afraid that she would threaten the position of the son of Zhaosui, so she stumbled everywhere."

"Stumbling?" Zhao Bohu sneered: "Those supplements are all from the treasury that you yourself want to eat, and if you are not satisfied, you use your monthly dowry money to let people buy them outside, is it also Madame's fault?" You have to find the right reason for climbing others."

"Husband doesn't believe it? How can we explain the events of that night?" Meng Ji grabbed Zhao Bohu's arm like a life-saving straw: "She asked the two grandmothers of Taojing to take the prince and the eldest concubine to hide in the Sword Casting Mansion, but she left me a pregnant woman who was about to give birth outside! I only have Ying Ji and Ying Ji's mother and daughter around me, and they say that it is not safe here, and they have to hide on the boat so that the thieves can't reach it! What if I don't believe it? Husband, if my sister really treats me well, will she treat me like this?"