Love is like poetry, the sunset has been red and withered several times Chapter 118: It has long been a matter of things and people
Shen Wei paused, he looked down at the woman in his arms, he still couldn't believe that Dye'er would make such a move, but this feeling was quite fresh.
Shen Wei was secretly happy in his heart, and he coaxed softly: "Dye'er, it's not that this king won't agree to you, it's that I don't worry if you go alone, isn't it better for your husband to accompany you?" ”
An Ge explained to him: "The prince has an affair in his heart, so he is so good to me, but I think about the prince even more, the prince, I ventured into the tiger's den with the general last night, and finally persuaded the enemy to retreat, but after that, there are still many things that you and the general need to do, as your wife, and also as the Princess Shen of Qingzhou, I can't occupy you because of my own selfish desires, Lord, the people of Qingzhou need you more than me."
Shen Wei said silently, he didn't know his identity, but sometimes, he really wanted to be just an ordinary person, so that he could protect his beloved wholeheartedly.
"Lord, it's only seven days, okay?"
An Gedi's prayer made Shen Wei's heart soften, and he hugged the woman tightly, reluctant in his heart.
An Ge could already feel that the man was a little shaken.
Her voice softened a little: "In seven days, I'll wait for you in Fengqiao Town to pick me up, okay?"
Shen Wei's eyes flashed slightly, and this sentence suddenly touched his heart.
"Dye'er, I believe you."
The corners of An Ge's lips are slightly hooked, once he grasps a man's weakness, anything will become easy.
There is no doubt about it.
When the sky was dark, the gates were sealed off, and a large number of guards appeared in the city, and two guards were in front of each door.
Just about to open the door and set up the morning market vendors, the guards outside the door couldn't help but be startled.
The guards briefly explained the reason, and the people had to temporarily close their doors and retreat to their homes to wait.
The guards came to West Street, the street where the literati lived, and they also sent two guards to guard the door.
Ryoshu heard a noise outside and opened the door.
When the guard saw Mr. Ryoshu, he gave a salute.
Ryoshu asked, "What happened?"
"Mr. Hui Liang, recently there have been out-of-the-box efforts to sneak into the city, and the emperor has ordered to go door-to-door to thoroughly investigate, and for the time being, all the people in the city are not allowed to step on the door until the investigation is completed, but the emperor has already instructed in advance that Mr. Liang can go to the pear orchard at any time, and we will not stop it."
Liangshu didn't have too much emotion on his face, and asked again: "But who poisoned and killed Lord Shen and General Yu?"
The guard responded, "It's currently under investigation."
"Thank you."
The guard hurriedly saluted: "Mr. Liang is polite." ”
Liangshu closed the door and returned to the courtyard, the magnolia tree in the courtyard began to gradually wither and lose its leaves in the past few days, Liangshu sighed slightly, it seems that the Qing week is going to "change the sky".
He went back to the house, changed his clothes, and then went to the pear orchard.
Outside the pear orchard, the guards saw him and saluted respectfully.
Liangshu nodded slightly in return, he entered the pear orchard, the apprentices in the garden did not feel flustered because they saw the guards outside the door in the morning, they practiced their skills in the courtyard as usual.
Yao Shanbai was guiding the disciples to practice, but he didn't realize that the master had come to the pear orchard.
Liangshu was relieved to see that the apprentices were diligent and hardworking, and in the crowd, he also saw Du Qing.
Du Qing has recently started to learn to sing, and he humbly follows his sister to study, and he is very serious.
Liangshu returned to the courtyard alone, he sat in the pavilion with his sleeves brushed, and slowly stroked the qin, and in an instant, the beautiful sound of the qin spread in the courtyard.
He enjoyed playing the harp, which calmed his mind.
In the past, when he stroked the piano, he always had plain clothes by his side.
Now...... Yes, it's been a matter of time for a long time...
At this moment, the reconnaissance army is conducting a thorough house-to-house investigation, specific to the number of people in the family and the identity information of each person, and the information reported must correspond to the place recorded on the Gusu roster before it can be considered a pass.
The exploration army is divided into four roads, namely East Street, South Street, West Street, and North Street.
The situation in King Shen's mansion was still the same as yesterday, and the people below were still immersed in grief.
Steward Wang stayed awake all night, guarding the mourning hall to burn paper for the general and the prince.
At the end of this day and night, Steward Wang didn't know how many tears he shed, how many sighs he sighed, and he became much older overnight.
Xiaoya was accompanied by Steward Wang, and her little face was full of tears.
"Child, you don't have to stay with me, old man, go back to the house and rest for a while." Steward Wang said kindly to Xiaoya.
Xiaoya shook her head, and said in a crying voice: "No, Uncle Wang, let Xiaoya stay here, Xiaoya came to the house when she was eight years old, you have always treated Xiaoya as a daughter, the general is kind, and he has never scolded us, now, the general is gone, Xiaoya is also very sad, Xiaoya wants to accompany you to guard in front of the general's spiritual seat,"
Hearing this, Steward Wang was even more sad, and he said sadly: "The old slave is sorry for the young master, I'm sorry for the old man and the old lady's entrustment, the old slave feels guilty!" How can the old slave survive! ”
Xiaoya comforted Steward Wang while crying: "Uncle Wang, don't be like this, if the general has a spirit in the sky, he will definitely be sad to see you like this, Uncle Wang, you have to take care of your health." ”
Steward Wang was so grief-stricken that his tears flowed uncontrollably.
At this time, Ange came to the main hall.
When Steward Wang and Xiaoya saw Princess Shen coming, they hurriedly wiped away their tears, and then saluted Princess Shen.
"The old slave greets Princess Shen."
"The slave maid greets Princess Shen."
An Ge stepped forward and stroked Steward Wang, and she said, "Uncle Wang, get up quickly, don't be polite." ”
"Princess Xie."
Xiaoya helped Steward Wang up.
"Uncle Wang, I have something to tell you, please come with me to the backyard."
Steward Wang nodded in response, "Yes." ”
An Ge turned around and walked to the back, and the little girl scolded and helped Steward Wang to go together.
They came to a room in the backyard, and after entering the door, Steward Wang asked aloud, "Princess Shen, may I ask what is the matter with the old slave?" ”
An Ge faced Steward Wang, she didn't speak, just smiled faintly.
Then, two people came out of the screen in the back room.
When Steward Wang and Xiaoya saw this, they were all taken aback.
Xiaoya exclaimed in fright: "Ah! ”
Steward Wang couldn't believe his eyes, his own young master and Shen Wang Ye actually appeared in front of his eyes alive.
"It is! This is... What's going on?! Steward Wang asked in surprise.
Yu Kezhou took two steps forward and came to Steward Wang: "Steward Wang." ”
It was a familiar voice, Steward Wang was stunned for a while before reacting, Steward Wang suddenly had mixed feelings, he slowly raised his old hand to caress Yu Kezhou's face, the touch is real.
"Young Master?"
"Steward Wang, it's me."
"Young Master!"
Feeling that the person in front of him was a real person, Steward Wang forgot the identity of the master and servant for a while, and stepped forward to hug Yu Kezhou tightly.
"Young Master, you're still alive! You're still alive! ”
Xiaoya looked puzzled, but still very excited.
After Steward Wang's mood stabilized a little, Yu Kezhou told them the truth.