Chapter 96:

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Chapter 96
By the time Mrs. Shen returned to her room, she was still trying to figure out why she could see it by herself, but he could not see it. She racked her brains to no avail.
"Auntie, you have worked hard. I'll give you a pounding leg? A hot foot?..."
Mrs. Shen stopped this summer when she wanted to stand up: "You just sit there and don't move, just stop when you're good, lest you have to change the dressing and make it more troublesome."
This summer I had no choice but to smile and said, "It's still my aunt who knows how to hurt people."
"You, it's enough to have one mouth up and down."
Mrs. Shen cleaned her hands and sat down at the dressing table, carefully removing the hair bun and slowly combing her hair. This summer, leaning on the bed frame and watching her comb her hair, she smiled and said, "Your hair is really well maintained, like satin."
"How old are you this year?" Madam Shen asked her while combing her hair.
"Sixteen." He grinned this summer, "My mother is always going to marry me."
"Look at your fierce temperament, was it born in summer? So it is called this summer."
"may be."
"Maybe?" Mrs. Shen turned her head and looked at her with complicated eyes. "Don't you know when you were born?"
"I was my mother back from the hall, so I don't know the specific day." This summer truthfully said.
"Oh……"
Mrs. Shen turned her head around again, without looking at her, but combed her hair at once. After a long time, she heard her ask, "That year, who brought you back? How old are you?"
"Twenty-eight years in Jiajing, I was probably three or four years old." I thought back this summer and laughed, "My mother said, the child in the hall counts the best I can eat. Brought back."
A wooden comb was clenched tightly in his hand, and her fangs were deeply embedded in her skin. Mrs. Shen was set to sit, daring not to return her head, but her breathing was uncontrollable and rapid.
"Aunt, what's wrong with you?" asked this summer.
Mrs. Shen took a deep breath and tried to answer in a calm tone: "It's okay... I just didn't expect you to be a poor child."
"It's not pitiful," laughed this summer. "The children in that street count me the best fights. No one dares to touch me except my mother."
With a happy face on her face, she recalled her childhood achievements, and Mrs. Shen looked back at her quietly, with infinite tenderness in her eyes.
"Pea cake, a little bit red, the blind man ate it and opened his eyes, the lame man ate it and dropped his abduct, the bald man ate raw pigtails, the deaf man ate it and heard..."
Several children sang while playing in front of Lingyin Temple.
Next to it, an old woman wearing a gray shirt and white temples supported an old woman with white hair older than her. The old woman with white hair was cloudy, and her hand was poking at the stone steps with a bamboo stick. , Already invisible, relying on the old woman in grey shirt to lead the way. The clothes on both of them were washed whitish, and the footsteps slowly walked up the stone steps slowly.
At Lingyin Temple, the old woman in the grey shirt found a little Sha Mi: "Master, we need to find a monk to do a ritual for my father-in-law."
Xiao Sha Mi put her hands together and gave a gift: "The two donors, my master and your uncles were not in the temple a few days ago. Please ask the two donors to come back again."
The old white-haired woman said in disappointment: "When will your master return?"
"Cen Gang officers and soldiers have been killed and injured for more than a thousand, and Master and Uncle rushed to surpass the undead, I am afraid that such things will not return in a short time."
"Cengang..." The old white-haired woman murmured and turned to the old woman in grey shirt. "Who is in Cengang."
"It's Xiaofeng, he is in Cengang."
The old grey shirt sighed.
"He is going to die too, dead, dead, and all will die." The old white-haired woman murmured and turned, and the bamboo stick twitched to the ground.
Xiao Shami only said that the relatives of the two women were also in the army. At present, pirates are rampant, and there are many deaths and injuries in the army. They want to worry about the safety of their families. He sighed and turned back to the temple, kneeling in front of the wooden fish and muttering the chanting.
The way down the mountain is slower than going up the mountain.
"Mother, I will help you rest for a while." The old woman in gray robe found a stone, dusted it with her sleeves, and carefully helped the old woman with white hair to sit down.
Not far away, the children were still singing: "...pea cake, a little red, the blind man ate and opened his eyes, the lame man ate and dropped his abduct, the bald man ate raw pigtails..."
The white-haired old lady listened indifferently, and suddenly said: "Wu'er also loves pea cakes. There is not at home. I have to buy him... I'm going home."
"Okay, let's go home now." The old woman in grey shirt replied obediently.
"Back to Huizhou, back to She County."
"... mother." The old woman in grey shirt didn't expect her to say that, she was stunned.
"Over the years, you have been wronged..." The old woman with white hair fumbled and touched the face of the old woman in grey shirt. "Wu'er did such a big business in vain, and you haven't enjoyed one day."
"Mother, don't say that... you sit down, I'll ask for some water for you to drink."
The old woman in grey shirt turned around in a hurry, wiped away the tears she didn't want to make the white-haired woman notice, and moved forward. After only five or six steps, he heard that there was something wrong behind him, and when he looked back, two masked men emerged from somewhere, holding a sharp sword and stabbing at the old woman.
"Mother!" she yelled in horror.
The old woman couldn't see it. Although she didn't know what happened, she was aware of the cry of her daughter-in-law. Instead of hiding her face, she smiled instead...
Jian Feng was able to stab the old woman for a moment, and suddenly a slender and long bamboo branch was stabbed in the oblique ground. The green bamboo leaves above it seemed to be weak, but they blocked the two long swords.
A man in a blue shirt limped and landed lightly in front of the old woman, smiling at the masked man: "Two people's surname?"
"Where the wild priest, get out!"
The masked man would naturally ignore him, the long sword shook, and several sword flowers blossomed, attacking the blue road. I saw the long sword snow as bright as silver, the bamboo branches were green and dripping, and the bamboo leaves were scattered. When they were separated after a while, the masks of the two masked men were cut by the bamboo branches...
"Don't go yet?" Lan Daoxing smiled. "I advise, and my face is all right. If the waistband is cut, it will not look good."
After a brief encounter, the masked man realized that he was never his opponent, looked at each other, turned and jumped.
"Mother, mother, mother..." The old woman in grey shirt rushed to the old woman with white hair and cried out.
The old white-haired woman was motionless. Although she was not injured, she was completely breathless.
Lan Daoxing turned around, probed her pulse, and sighed long: "The birthday is coming, please also ask the donor to mourn and change." He leaned back to carry the old woman's body, walked slowly down the mountain, and the old woman in grey shirt stumbled to keep up.
The inner hall of the small courtyard of the inn.
Cen Fu walked hurriedly, and before this summer was too late to greet him for something to eat, he saw him swiftly walking across the inner hall, and headed straight to Lu Yifang.
"It must have happened." Inconvenient legs and feet this summer, Yang Yue went up to listen to the root of the wall, Yang Yue shook his head straight.
After a while, Cen Fu just came out, and he greeted him for dinner this summer, and took care of his meal before him.
"What's the matter?" She diligently pushed the whole plate of Sixi Shaoshu over.
Cen Fu glanced at her, but did not hide her: "Zhao Wenhua, do you know?"
"Master Zhao, the Ministry of Industry, who can't know."
Cen Fu nodded: "Master Zhao was demoted to ordinary people because of the disadvantage of building Zhengyang Tower."
"Zhengyang Tower?" thought of this summer. "Is it a new house in Shengshang? I heard that construction started last year and it hasn't been repaired yet? I can't wait for Sheng to get in a hurry. But why didn't Yan Yan help me to persuade and help my son?" A handful?"
Zhao Wenhua recognized Yan Song as his righteous father and was an important officer of the Yan Party. He has been rampant in North Korea and China for many years. Last year, although he offended Yan Song by secretly offering Baihua Xianjiu to the Holy Spirit, fortunately, he sent many ceremonial remedies back. Could it be that Yan Song still has a guilty conscience and deliberately does not give a helping hand?
Or, does this mean Yan Shifan?
"How did your eldest son hear this?" asked Cen Fu this summer.
"Princess said-‘oh’

"that's it?"
"that's it."
Cen Fu has begun to eat roasted wheat.
This summer, I was on the sidewalk and even forgot to eat the buns. The more I thought about it, the more likely it was: Yan Shifan's affair with Baihua Xianjiu certainly saw Zhao Wenhua's dissent. Will easily let him go.
Lu Yi was alone in the room, frowning between the brows, and was thinking carefully-if Zhao Wenhua was demoted, if A Rui said, then maybe it was Yan Shifan's plan and his first move; Zhao Wenhua was Hu Zongxian's backing in the middle of the dynasty, he was demoted, no one spoke in the Hu Zongxian dynasty, once impeached, especially the punishment of these major crimes, will certainly die, this is likely to be Yan Shifan's second move; as for the third move ...
As A Rui reminded him, if he helped Hu Zongxian, he would also have a copy of the conviction for Huo Zongxian. If Hu Zongxian's conviction was fulfilled, he would not be able to escape the relationship, and it would be difficult for his father to speak.
What puzzled Lu Yi was that why Yan Shifan thought he would help Hu Zongxian?
Since he entered Zhejiang, the evidence he investigated was all harmless and unfavorable to Hu Zongxian, and because he had no friendship with Hu Zongxian, there was no reason to help Hu Zongxian.
At night, Lu Yi is at the table, half-dressed in robes, and reading at night with the lights on.
The window mound was knocked by a bamboo branch. He got up and pushed open the window. He was seeing the blue road pedestrian silhouette flying by and stopped on the roof not far away waiting for him.
Closing the robe, turning off the light, Lu Yi jumped out of the window and caught up with the blue road.
Both of them were successful, jumping all the way, flying eaves and walking on the wall, the moon shadow was silent, until the blue road stopped in a remote old house in the city of Hangzhou.
"Mother Wang Zhi, just died this morning." Lan Daoxing said briefly.
Lu Yi frowned.
Lan Daoxing added: "It's not like you think, she is dead, not killed by someone. However, you are not wrong, someone really wants to kill them."
"where is this place?"
"This is the house where Hu Zongxian specifically pardoned Wang Zhi's mother last year. They specifically gave them the house where their mother-in-law and daughter-in-law live." Lan Daoxing looked at the landing and shrugged. ...Go, I will take you to see her."