Chapter 227 Come, go home
At the same time.
Go to Beijing.
Because of Zhou Tan's suicide, many officials involved were frightened.
The fifth prince Ying Yin knelt down outside the royal study and begged.
Emperor Ying Qian was so angry that no one could be seen.
The people in the palace did not dare to breathe, for fear of being implicated.
Gu Fuju was wearing an official uniform embroidered with cranes, holding a book from the library in his hand, and walking on the palace road.
The one walking beside him is Marquis Zhongyong.
Zhongyong Hou: “It’s also a strange thing.”
A few days ago, he was talking to Zhou Tan.
As the uncle of the fifth prince, he is very proud.
"The news of his death has spread like this outside. The news is better informed than you and me. Do you think it has anything to do with the East Palace?"
"If you really want to count, Zhou It’s not an exaggeration to kill the whole family. Is it possible for the Holy One to spare him lightly for the sake of the fifth prince?”
Without the Zhou family, it would be a trivial matter for the fifth prince to be implicated, and his power would be gone. Mostly big things.
"You said..."
Gu Fuju frowned and interrupted: "Be careful what you say."
"The Holy One has his own decision on how to deal with Zhou Tan."
Zhongyong Hou, who was speaking enthusiastically, sneered.
“What are you afraid of?”
He looked around, saw no one, and lowered his voice.
"Wei Fengxing was cautious in his words and deeds, so he died. Mr. Wei behaved respectfully, so he died too."
Anyway, he felt that Wei Zhao's death was not related to the one on the dragon throne. No relationship. Otherwise, if the battle was won, why would something happen?
"I know what's going on, and you're like a mirror."
At this point, he sighed.
"My son was so devastated when he learned that Wei Xiaozi had an accident. He wiped his tears several times behind his back, as if I, the father, were dead."
"But I don't know why, from Ze County After returning from carrying the coffin, he acted like a normal person. When he mentioned Wei Xiaozi, he even called him a bitch. "
Zhongyong Hou felt that his son Xiao Huaiyan was quite a jerk. I thought he and Wei Zhao had a more or less close brotherly relationship.
Gu Fuju has broad shoulders and eyes as deep as a pool. He has been in a high position for many years and is not angry or authoritative.
He looked straight ahead: "Misfortune comes from the mouth, you should understand this."
Marquis Zhongyong who wanted to say something else: ...
He had never seen particularly strong emotions on Gu Fuju’s face.
This person seems to be sure of winning in anything he does.
With a straight face, he looked frightened.
Zhongyong Hou did not care about him.
After all, Gu Fuju has this kind of virtue.
I don’t know what a person like him is like at home.
He had seen Gu Fuju being very strict with his eldest son.
To your daughter-in-law, your daughter... you should be tender.
Mrs. Zhongyong Hou complained to Marquis Zhongyong more than once, saying that every time the Taifu’s wife went out, the Taifu would pick her up when he was free. A few days ago, I even put down my official duties and accompanied him to the temple to pray for blessings.
He usually said a few words, but Gu Fuju thought he was noisy.
I am patient with my wife.
After leaving the palace gate, Gu Fuju said goodbye to him and got on the carriage back home alone.
Half an hour later, the carriage slowly stopped.
“Sir, we’re here.”
Gu Fuju opened the car curtain, stepped on the footstool and climbed up the steps. As soon as he crossed the threshold and walked in, he saw the housekeeper rushing out.
The housekeeper saw him and quickly said hello.
"Master."
"Furry, what happened."
"The girl has a fever, and her whole body is very hot. I will go to the doctor."
Gu Fuju, who wanted to go to the study, paused slightly and changed direction to go to the back house.
But after taking a few steps, I was stopped again.
He is the boy in the study who serves pens, ink, paper and inkstones.
"Master, there is someone from Mr. He Biao. He said he wanted to see you. He looked very anxious. I asked you no less than five times if you had come back. I was afraid that there was something important."< br>
Gu Fuju frowned.
He said: "Let the nanny who is serving Ah Wu do her best. I will go back to see her later."
"Yes."
Gu Fuju returned to the study.
He Xuran's cronies saw him and quickly gave him a big gift.
Gu Fuju: "Your young master is okay."
"Return to my uncle, everything is fine."
The confidant held the letter with both hands: "Young Master, I have told you a thousand times that I must give this letter to you." What kind of letter cannot pass through the hands of others?
Of course it cannot be a letter from home.
Gu Fuju took it over.
The confidant lowered his head and continued: "Young Master said, it's best if it's a misunderstanding. If not, you'll know for sure after seeing it."
"His matters are waiting for the Holy Lord's decision. I guess it won't be used. How long will it take for him to return? See if he stays for a few more days or what."
Even though Gu Fuju was very knowledgeable, he was also confused.
After completing his official duties, he naturally returned home to Ze County...
Thinking of that place, Gu Fuju's eyes darkened.
He opened the letter.
There are only two lines of words written in it.
——The Yu family in Ze County once encountered a strange fire. The person behind it was interested in life. The reason is unknown and there is no clue.
——There is a portrait of an adopted daughter, Ajie, who is the same age as Awu.
Gu Fuju, who had always been calm and calm, had a huge change in his expression.
The hand that went to pick up the tea cup shook suddenly, and the tea utensil fell down, breaking into pieces on the ground, and hot tea splashed everywhere. But he didn't know the pain and stared at the letter.
Veins appeared on the back of his hand. He looked at it over and over in disbelief.
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It was already dusk when we returned to Ze County from the bamboo forest on the outskirts. The afterglow of the setting sun spreads over the fields, making everything around you look particularly soft.
Yu Tingwan was lying on the carriage, unaware of what was happening outside.
Looking at the scene outside.
She is in a good mood.
But I soon discovered something was wrong.
“This is not the way home.”
Wei Zhao didn’t rest all day and looked a little tired.
"Yes."
Yu Tingwan:? ?
She pursed her lips and asked: "Do you think my eyes are bad or my brain is bad."
Wei Zhao thought for a moment.
The girl thinks he is not handsome, which shows that his eyes are not good.
As for brains, no one is as clever as her, but she always plays dumb.
I saw him silent for a long time.
Yu Tingwan was stunned and really couldn’t figure it out: “Do you still want to think about it?”
Wei Zhao said slowly: “I’m afraid of offending you.”
“But You...have offended me."
Husband and wife, you look at me and I look at you.
Yu Tingwan sat upright with a sigh and said angrily: "It's so obvious, why don't you try to fix it?"
Wei Zhao comforted her gently: "Wait a minute."
Yu Tingwan:? ? ?
Does this thing have to wait?
She felt that Wei Zhao was more or less proud of his favor.
The scene outside is strange.
Yu Tingwan was not in the mood to look at her anymore, so she lowered the corners of her mouth little by little.
I don’t know how long it took, but when Yu Tingwan saw that the man had not moved yet, he couldn’t help but want to argue with him, and the carriage stopped.
Wei Zhao: “We’re here.”
He got up and got out of the carriage, opened the curtain again, and waited for her to come out.
Yu Tingwan was confused.
The girl bent down and got out of the carriage, looking around, she was stunned for a while.
Then he became confused.
As far as the eye can see, there is a medium-sized house with two lanterns hanging on it and two small stone lions standing outside the door.
Somewhat strange, yet familiar.
She seemed to be able to see a squeamish little girl holding a bowl and eating the meat inside. Regardless of Hu Yuniang's dissuasion, she insisted on sitting on the stone lion, dangling her feet, waiting for her father.
I heard Wei Zhao's voice.
“I gave the previous households a sum of money to move out.”
“This place was rebuilt and the layout is very different. After I bought it, I asked Aunt Li from the clothing store to come over and help with the repairs and decorations."
But Aunt Li is not from the Yu family after all, and too many years have passed, so she cannot be particularly meticulous.
"I estimate that they are only 50% similar."
The girl's gaze slowly raised upwards.
It is the facade that has just been replaced, with the word "Yu Family" written on it.
Wei Zhao reached out to her.
"Come."
He smiled.
“Go home.”