After Timid Yu found a shovel and a wooden plank, buried Zhu Changzhan and erected a wooden monument, the sky was already dark.

Zhu Changxun was injured, his physical strength was exhausted, and he didn't have the strength to continue on the road, so the master and servant found an abandoned earthen house nearby and stayed for the night. It wasn't until the next morning that he paid homage to Zhu Changzhan and changed into the clean clothes he brought on the horse, and then set off on the road.

Because this place is located more than 100 miles away from Juyongguan, it is far away from Beijing, so when I arrived in the capital, it was already the early morning of the next day.

As soon as he entered the city gate, the palace couldn't take care of it, so Zhu Changxun took his cowardice and went straight to Rongyuan, which he gave him as a residence when he first met Zhu Changzhan a few years ago.

When the two arrived, Zhu Changzhan's wife, Yao, was sitting at a round table in the outer room of the main room, feeding the two-year-old Song'er, who was held by the maid.

Seeing them led by the doorkeeper, a touch of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he smiled lightly, put down the bowl and spoon in his hand, waved his hand and motioned for the maid to take Song'er down, and got up to greet him.

At this time, she was wearing a knee-length jacket with a stand-up collar with dark purple flowers on a water red background, a wide-sleeved cloak embroidered with a twig-red orchid pattern, and a blue-green embroidered horse-faced skirt. A gorgeous outfit makes the already charming and charming face even more charming.

Walking in front of Zhu Changxun in a swaying posture, she slowly stopped, and Shi Shiran bent down towards him: "The slave family has seen the prince." ”

Zhu Changxun waved his hand at her with a haggard expression, signaling that she didn't need to be polite, and was thinking about how to tell Zhu Changzhan that he was no longer alive, but at this hesitant juncture, he heard her open her mouth again: "It's cold outside, come to the house, the slave family will go and make a cup of hot tea for the prince." ”

After speaking, he raised his hand to pull his sleeve, and his enthusiastic attitude, as if they were a very close husband and wife, did not feel that this move was overstepping.

As for his husband, who went out with him to Liaodong, he didn't appear here with him at the moment, but he didn't ask.

Zhu Changxun was immersed in the grief of his brother's death, and he didn't notice this, but felt that it was inappropriate to pull and pull like this, so he quickly took two steps back and avoided her touch: "No...... No need. ”

"How?" Yao's originally sparkling eyes suddenly darkened, "Isn't it good for the prince to dislike the tea here from the slave family?" ”

Zhu Changxun shook his head gently, and a little sadness appeared in his dark eyes: "Mrs. Sister-in-law, this king came here this time because he has something to say to his sister-in-law." ”

After a pause, he spoke with difficulty: "Chang Zhan...... Can't come back......"

Yao Shi was slightly stunned, and then reacted to what he meant, but there was not much fluctuation on his face, and he only said with a faint expression: "Didn't you write a few days ago saying that you have won a big victory and will return to Beijing in a few days?" ”

Zhu Changxun slowly looked up at her: "Chang Zhan, he didn't die on the battlefield, but on the way back, we encountered an assassination, and he blocked a sword for this king." ”

"So, he died to save the prince?" When Yao heard this, his face still did not show the painful look that his husband's death should have, and in his eyes full of charm, something similar to calculation appeared slightly.

Zhu Changxun was so drowning in pain that he had no time to be distracted to pay attention to her reaction, nodded with difficulty, was silent for a moment, and promised in a low voice: "Sister-in-law, please rest assured, this king will be responsible for taking care of Mrs. Sister-in-law and Song'er in the future." ”

"Care?" His eyes moved slightly, and Yao's face sank suddenly, "Does the prince think that if you order someone to send some food, clothing, and property every now and then, you can be worthy of Chang Zhan's protection with death, and make up for the pain of the slave family losing her husband and Song'er losing her father?" ”

"What does the sister-in-law want the king to do?" Zhu Changxun was patient and asked softly.

Yao took two steps forward, stared at him tightly, and said slowly: "I want the prince to take our mother and son into the Fuwang Mansion and set up Song'er as the son-"