Chapter 5 The Third Tingwei
Zhou Zhao couldn't help but feel sore in his hands when he looked at his mother Xu, who was covered with dust.
She calmly wrapped the bamboo slip more tightly and carried it on her back.
The mother had already suffered the pain of losing her son once, how could she bear to see the relics soaked in her brother's blood again and cause her pain again.
How could he have the heart to tell her that if the memorial text that appeared out of thin air was true, then she would die in Tianying City in a month.
Mother wants to send the white-haired person to the black-haired person again.
"When did you return to Chang'an? Did things go smoothly?"
Xu did not answer these questions, but stared at Zhou Zhao's neck, "Are you injured? Did Chang Zuoping torture you? How could you be arrested as a murderer?"
Zhou Zhao was stunned, but she had forgotten this incident.
She smiled coquettishly, then raised her chin and said confidently, "In this city of Chang'an, who else can hurt me except myself?"
"The deceased was stabbed in the throat. I gestured and thought about the angle of the murderer's stabbing, and I forgot about the shape for a moment."
"It's just a confession in Tingwei Temple. How can it be as evil as the Beijun said? Auntie, look at me, I am not a good person."
Xu glanced at Zhou Zhao suspiciously, and then remembered her usual crazy look when thinking about the case, and finally believed her.
She reached out her hand and touched the top of Zhou Zhao's hair distressedly.
"As soon as we arrived in front of the mansion, we met Zhu Li, a young general from the Northern Army who came to deliver the news. My mother-in-law immediately turned the car around and came over."
Zhou Zhao felt warm in his heart, helped his mother Xu onto the carriage, and jumped aboard himself.
"Your second sister will also come with me, I might as well take her."
Xu said, looking at Zhou Zhao with some shame.
"As for your father, don't blame him. He hasn't figured out how to meet these old friends yet."
"He's worried about you."
Zhou Zhao lowered his eyes and did not answer the question.
"Auntie, who did you choose to adopt in the end?"
The carriage suddenly became quiet, and after a while, Mrs. Xu finally said, "I chose Cheng'an from your third uncle's family."
"Your father tested the knowledge of several other brothers, and Cheng'an came out on top. He has a kind-hearted personality and is easy to get along with. After discussion, we chose him. He has already opened an ancestral hall and compiled a family tree. ”
"He is older than you, so you can call him second brother from now on."
"Don't blame your father... He has always thought that all three generations of the Zhou family could be Tingwei."
Zhou Zhao caught a glimpse of Xu's worried face, shook his head, and said comfortingly: "Why should I blame him? I just don't blame him."
Zhou Buhu and the Xu family were childhood sweethearts, and after they got married, they had three daughters and one son.
The eldest daughter Zhou Xuan was already married, the second daughter was named Zhou Wan, the third daughter was Zhou Zhao; and Zhou Yan was their only son.
Two generations of the Zhou family have been in charge of Tingwei Temple. It turned out that Zhou Yan was both capable and virtuous, and even His Majesty was full of praise for him. In time, he would definitely be the third Tingwei of the Zhou family.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Yan was unfortunately killed in the Shanming Changyang tragedy four years ago...
Zhou Buhai was depressed for a long time, and it was not until this year that he listened to Mrs. Zhou's suggestion and decided to adopt one from the side branch.
It's a pity that for a genius like Zhou Yan, the birth of a genius in the Zhou family has already started a fire on the ancestral grave. How can another one be burned?
"I hope my father didn't make the wrong bet this time, and Zhou Chengan will really have a big future."
Zhou Zhao said, raised his eyebrows and turned to look out the window.
The night wind blew, making Zhou Zhao's hair messy and flying. She tilted her head, not knowing what she was thinking.
Mrs. Xu looked at the black hair tie that was floating around in her head, and stretched out her hand to press it down, but the words "No Taboo" on it seemed to be irrepressible and flew straight towards the roof of the car. . Just like Zhou Zhao.
"Azhao, I just hope you are safe and well and have a good life."
Zhou Zhao turned around, smiled at Mrs. Xu and raised her arms. She had a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes, and when she smiled, the waves of light flowed with a sense of arrogance.
"Didn't you tell me before? In the entire Chang'an City, how can anyone hurt me?"
"When I get old, I will still eat the lotus seed soup that grandma gave me! The lotus heart is removed and red beans are added to chill it..."
Xu Xu's somewhat sad face suddenly relaxed as she thought of that scene.
She stretched out her finger and poked Zhou Zhao's forehead, "You kid, you're talking nonsense! When you get old, my mother-in-law will be gone. When the time comes, let your husband... let your second sister cook it for you. Drink, she cooks it well.”
Zhou Zhao smiled and nodded.
Since Zhou Yan's death four years ago, it has become mother Xu's most extravagant wish to send a black-haired person to a white-haired person.
The Zhou family and Tingwei Temple are in the same building. Although they are not very far apart, it was already late at night when the carriage entered the house.
The candlelight in the mansion danced, and from afar Zhou Zhao saw his father Zhou Buhai, who was dozing with his head propped up on the edge of the table.
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His eyes were a little blue after days of traveling and traveling, and his chin was covered with stubble, making him look like a wild man in the mountains.
Beside him, a young man in green clothes sat kneeling.
He was tall and tall, holding a roll of bamboo slips in his hand. When he heard Zhou Zhao's footsteps, he stood up awkwardly.
He hesitated for a moment and said seriously, "Mother, third sister..."
Zhou Zhao is no stranger to Zhou Chengan. She also met this cousin of her third uncle's family when she went back to her hometown for the New Year.
She nodded and replied quietly, "Tell father and second brother to worry about it."
Zhou Buyai had woken up at this time. He stood up and shook his head. He was obviously a civil servant, but he was extremely strong, as if he could kill a bull with one punch.
In the past, when interrogating prisoners in Tingwei Temple, Zhou Buhuo looked at him and those people were frightened to death.
Zhou Zhao's phoenix eyes just resemble him.
Zhou Buyu opened his mouth, as if he had a lot to say, but when it came to his mouth, it turned into a stiff "rest early".
Zhou Zhao nodded, said nothing more, bowed his hands and left.
As soon as she returned to the courtyard, she immediately closed the door with a bang. She didn't even bother to change out of her shoes stained with red soil. She threw the blue bundle on the table, quickly took out the bamboo slips and spread them out...< br>
Although she had already expected that the bamboo slips had become empty, she still couldn't help but be a little disappointed.
Zhou Zhao knelt down in front of the desk in a daze and recalled the "Letter to the Dead Wife" carefully.
This is definitely not a dream.
She really saw words appearing out of thin air on the bamboo slips.
Although I didn't have time to read it completely, it was obviously Su Changying's handwriting, and it should be a memorial written by him to commemorate her, Zhou Zhao.
This at least shows that Su Changying is not dead yet.
Zhou Zhao thought, and the hand on his leg couldn't help but tremble with excitement.
But if Su Changying was not dead, why didn't he return to Chang'an City?
Why don't you come back and tell her what happened in Shanming Villa that day?
Who killed her brother Zhou Yan?
(End of chapter)