My wife is not a demon

"Yes."

The female officer responded and left in a hurry.

Under the service of the maid, the Empress Dowager dressed neatly, and the lazy beauty just now faded away, replaced by noble and glamorous.

But when they came to the outer hall, they couldn't wait for Deng Wensheng to come.

It took a long time for the female official to come back: "Reporting to the Queen Mother, the slaves have not found Mr. Deng, and they have asked the people in the government office and they don't know."

"Can't find it?"

The Empress Dowager frowned slightly.

At this time, if Deng Wensheng is not resting at home, where will he go?

Could it be that the emperor was afraid that he would find him, so he secretly arranged another residence for Deng Wensheng?

After thinking for a while, the queen mother waved her hand to signal the female officer to step back.

She went back to the dormitory and sat in front of the dressing table, feeling a little uneasy in her heart, but she couldn't tell where the uneasy emotion came from.

She thought of Chen Mu again.

Now Chen Mu may still be concocting the antidote.

Although that guy usually looks indifferent to outsiders, he has a lot of heart for the common people.

"Tell me, does he hate Aijia very much?"

The Empress Dowager felt melancholy.

The shadow guard who was hiding in the dark did not answer.

"Aijia is going to see him!"

The Queen Mother suddenly made a decision and took out a top-quality camouflage mask from the sandalwood box.

The dark guard was startled suddenly, and showed his figure: "The queen mother is not allowed! This is Fenghua City, which is not as dangerous as the capital city, and it is ten thousand times more dangerous. Don't go out rashly."

"Are you so unconfident in your own cultivation?"

The Queen Mother raised her eyebrows.

The female hidden guard smiled wryly: "Queen Mother, I have the ability to protect you, but the problem is that if there is an accident—"

"Okay, the Ai family has made up their mind."

At this time, the queen mother was full of Chen Mu, and she could no longer listen to persuasion.

"Queen Mother!"

The dark guard urgently persuaded him. "Even if you want to see him, you can just call him over tomorrow. If you go looking for him in the middle of the night, the man is probably already asleep, so what's the point?"

But the queen mother ignored her at all, and carefully pasted the disguise mask on her face.

Both appearance and voice have changed.

After confirming that there were no flaws, she changed her clothes again, and especially pressed her two mansions tightly with a long cloth.

The dark guard is still persuading.

"Queen, the secret guard intercepted a piece of information a few days ago, it was about assassinating you, have you forgotten?"

Of course the queen mother will not forget.

That information is still on her body, and the reason why she takes it seriously is because the assassination information is related to Hades.

But now she doesn't care about anything.

There are many people who want to assassinate her, but now she hasn't even lost a hair, and she doesn't think so.

Seeing that the queen mother was determined to find Chen Mu, the dark guard had no choice but to give up.

"Let's go."

Putting on a plain long dress, the queen mother turned around and looked at Miss Xia in the mirror, the corners of her lips curled up slightly.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, and I don't know if that guy misses me."

-

The heavy rain came earlier than Chen Mu expected.

The open-air cell where the corpses were held had already been invaded by violent rain beans, and the shouts of those corpses mixed together were particularly eerie.

In a small deserted courtyard not far away, Deng Wensheng stood quietly under the eaves.

The rain was pouring down like a thin waterfall, blurring his vision.

The decree was thrown aside.

The glory of forgiveness granted by those in power during the day seems to stink in the night at this moment.

Deng Wensheng held a small puppet in his hand.

It belonged to his daughter.

At the time, the seriously ill wife sewed the dolls stitch by stitch. The daughter liked it very much and held it in her arms when she slept all day long.

But then he got angry and threw it on the street.

The doll could not be found, and the daughter cried for several days.

One day, she found her doll from another child and took it home.

Deng Wensheng said that his daughter stole it.

So he beat him to death.

Of course Deng Wensheng knew that the puppet belonged to his daughter, but he had to beat his daughter to death.

He does not allow his stains to be known by others.

He wants to be a perfect official, a saint who will be admired by the people and officials of later generations.

There can be no flaws.

Deng Wensheng looked down at the worn-out doll, as if the warmth of his wife and daughter still remained on it.