Ex-wife villain

After struggling all day, Jiang Shouzhong still couldn't find any useful information.

Visiting and investigating is not an easy task. Although we have clues in our hands, we have to peel away the cocoons in layers of fog, and the progress is naturally slow.

Listening to the grumbling cry of hunger in his belly, Lu Renjia clenched his fist and punched his sore lower back, and said tiredly: "Okay, that's it for today. Master Jia, my bones can't bear it anymore. It's time to slow down."

Jiang Shouzhong, holding a stack of transcripts in his hand, mocked:

"Didn't you say that you can deal with those tiger and wolf goblins in Chunyu Tower casually? This is not possible?"

“Can it be the same in bed and out of bed?”

Lu Renjia put his hands on his hips, like a hedgehog that had been touched by a sore spot, and spat and said, "Now let's go to Chunyu Tower to find some girls and see if you, Mr. A, are strong or not?"

"Okay, let's go then."

Jiang Shouzhong put down the transcript in his hand.

"Uh... I really want to go."

Seeing that the other party looked serious, Lu Renjia was a little confused.

Zhang Yunwu apologized: "Brother Jiang, I won't go. Zhao Di is still at home waiting for me to have dinner."

Lu Renjia, who was rolling his eyes while thinking about excuses, suddenly lit up, "Yes! My brother and sister also stewed the old hens today and promised to wait for us."

As he said that, he grabbed Jiang Shouzhong's arm and dragged him towards Zhang Yunwu's home, "Let's leave quickly. Don't let your siblings wait too long. Let's fill our stomachs before talking."

"coward."

Jiang Shouzhong laughed and laughed.

Arriving at Zhang Yunwu's house, the three of them had just stepped into the courtyard door when a petite figure suddenly rushed out of the house and flew into Zhang Yunwu's generous arms like a bird with spread wings.

"Daddy!"

The little girl is about six or seven years old. Her cheeks are healthy and rosy, like apples ripened in the sun, and she looks quite cute.

This girl is Wen Zhaodi's daughter. Now her surname has been changed to Zhang, and her name is Zhang Yue'er.

"Dad, mother, please hit me!"

The little girl had tears in her eyes and looked pitiful after being bullied.

Wen Zhaodi, who was usually gentle and virtuous, walked out of the house with a straight face and a rolling pin in hand. She stared coldly at the complaining little girl and said with anger in her voice, "Come here!"

The little girl shook her little head desperately and hid behind Zhang Yunwu.

Looking at his angry wife, Zhang Yunwu looked confused, "What's wrong, Zhao Di? Why do you want to beat Yue'er?"

"Ask her what good thing she has done!"

Wen Zhaodi's face was ashen.

Zhang Yunwu looked back at the little girl, "Yue'er, have you gotten into trouble?"

"No...no."

Zhang Yueer's eyes dodge and hesitate.

Seeing Wen Zhaodi coming with a rolling pin, his father was unmoved. He was so frightened that he turned around and hugged Jiang Shouzhong's legs and begged: "Uncle Jiang, help me quickly! Mother will beat me to death!"

Jiang Shouzhong picked up Zhang Yue'er and scratched her nose with a smile, "Tell me, what bad thing did you do?"

Seeing that her daughter had found shelter, Wen Zhaodi had to stop and said angrily:

"This girl actually bullied the young master from the Xu Family Restaurant and even broke his head. If the gentleman hadn't stopped her from interceding, the family would have almost filed a lawsuit."

Hearing this, Jiang Shouzhong looked strange.

He knew about the Xu Family Restaurant. The young master was a cute naughty boy with a big frame and a strong appearance. He was two years older than Zhang Yue'er.

With such a small body, Zhang Yue'er could bully him?

Zhang Yueer pursed her lips and said dissatisfiedly: "He said bad things about my mother, so I beat him because I was so angry."

"You still say?"

Wen Zhaodi waved the rolling pin.

The little girl hurriedly hugged Jiang Shouzhong's neck tightly, "Little Uncle Jiang, run!"

Lu Renjia waved his hand and said with a smile: "Let's just fight. Fighting between children is normal, and Yue'er is not a girl who likes to cause trouble. The boy must have spoken too much. This girl couldn't bear to hear her mother being scolded, so she took action It’s understandable that it’s a bit heavy.”

Ever since the mother and daughter were kicked out of that home, gossip has not stopped. Especially after marrying Zhang Yunwu, all kinds of gossip in secret have basically continued.

Childish words are also quite hurtful to children.

Wen Zhaodi bit her lip and said nothing.

"Come on Xiao Yue'er, let Uncle A give her a hug and see if she has gained weight recently."

Lu Renjia smiled and reached out to hug the little girl.

As a result, the latter shrank in Jiang Shouzhong's arms, with a look of disgust on his face, "Yueer doesn't want you to hug me."

Master Jia was frustrated and pretended to be angry:

"You little girl, all the candied chestnuts and pastries that Uncle A buys for you are in vain."

"Uncle Xiao Jiang bought those for me."

Zhang Yue'er made a face.

"Okay, okay, that's what you said." Lu Renjia magically took out a rag doll from his arms, "Since your Uncle Jiang bought it, I will throw away this rag doll."

As he said that, he made a gesture to throw it away.

When she caught a glimpse of the rag doll, the little girl's eyes suddenly lit up.

She broke out of Jiang Shouzhong's arms like a loach and threw herself at Lu Renjia, "Don't throw it away, don't throw it away, Uncle A, please, Yue'er wants this doll..."

"Then tell me, who bought you those candied haws pastries?"

"Hey, it's Uncle A."

"Then tell me who treats you best."

"Uncle A is the best to me."

Looking at the two people fighting, several people had smiles on their faces.

A touch of warmth permeates the simple courtyard, outlining a scene of happiness for little people.

But when Jiang Shouzhong's eyes fell on the rag doll, the familiar stinging pain hit his skull again.

The originally warm scene was sprinkled with a layer of blood mist.

A fragmentary scene of a half-parted rag doll lying in a pool of blood vaguely flashed before his eyes.

Jiang Shouzhong felt dizzy, confused, and felt nauseated. His heart seemed to be twisted hard by an invisible hemp rope.

"Uncle Jiang!"

The little girl's crisp shout woke up the man.

Jiang Shouzhong looked down.

Zhang Yue'er proudly held up the doll in her hand to show off to him.

The girl's cute little face is filled with a bright smile, which is in sharp contrast to the bloody illusion just now, and there is a strong and trance-like feeling of separation.

"Yue'er is awesome."

The little girl's eyes are as curved as crescent moons.

Jiang Shouzhong threw away the distracting thoughts in his mind, smiled and touched the other person's little head, "Awesome, Uncle Jiang will buy you one another day, and buy a bigger doll."

"Yeah, Uncle Jiang is the best."

The little girl nodded excitedly.

Lu Renjia muttered dissatisfiedly: "Little girl Fianzi, you rebelled so quickly."

After Master Jia's teasing, Wen Zhaodi couldn't blame her daughter any more and invited everyone into the house to eat.

Jiang Shouzhong looked up at the old red lantern swaying in the cold wind, feeling a little lost.

The remaining stinging pain in his skull slowly faded away.

Vaguely, he seemed to feel a line of sight poking at him, which was a bit burning.

Jiang Shouzhong turned his head and looked.

There seemed to be a vague figure standing fixedly in the window of the small house where Zhang's mother was sleeping.

In another blink of an eye, the figure disappeared.

The man frowned.

Entering the house, Jiang Shouzhong deliberately opened the door to the back room and took a look. In the dim room, only Mother Zhang was sleeping quietly, without anything unusual.

-

In the capital, the tall building of Qintian Prison.

An old man was sitting on this oversized balcony made of white jade.

The old man has a childish face and white hair, wearing a navy blue shirt, sitting curled up in the center. A pair of sword-shaped eyebrows stood on both sides, his eyes were slightly closed, and a gossipy shadow slowly turned in front of him.

Under the shadow is a small square pool.

In the square pool, wisps of heaven and earth energy condensed into a halo, rippling away in circles, which was beautiful.

"Lord Jianzheng."

Prince Zhou Huan, wearing an exquisite jade-white robe, climbed up the stairs and stood respectfully in front of the old man.

The ancestor of this old man who observed, maintained and nurtured the fate of the empire was once the famous Xuanhuang strategist in the strategist family. He helped the founding emperor of the continental dynasty to destroy the four kingdoms and put an end to the rebellion of the six kings.

He is a great figure who is known as "when he is angry, the princes are afraid; when he lives in peace, the world is destroyed".

However, with the stability of the Central Plains and the gradual improvement of national governance rules, the second emperor of Dazhou began to reject politicians, believing that their thinking would become a dangerous factor that undermined stability.

As a result, the Zongheng sect, which was as famous as Confucianism, Taoism, and Legalism, gradually disappeared.

Although the Master Jianzheng in front of me came from a wealthy family, he studied under a famous family at a young age and learned to be eloquent. Later, due to his extraordinary talents, he became a member of the Yin Yang family by chance.

Later, he was valued by the former Qintian Supervisor and accepted as a disciple.

Now he serves as Imperial Superintendent.

Not to mention his prince, even his father must be respectful in front of him.

"The prince can go find Li Guanshi."

Jian Zheng said calmly.

Zhou Yan was surprised, "Can it succeed?"

Jian Zheng smiled slightly, waved his hand to disperse the white mist on the surface of the pool, and said in a calm tone, "I have to give it a try."

"it is good."

Zhou Huan had no doubts.

It was this old man who used secret techniques to take the "Haotian Divine Luck" and "Hidden Dragon's Veins" from others, allowing him to secure his position as the prince.

He would obey whatever the other party ordered.

At least...for now.

With his white shirt fluttering and his body like a jade tree, the prince who was favored by two saints, Confucianism and Soldiers, stood on a high building and looked at the imperial capital, as eye-catching as the bright moon.

"It feels so good to stand on a high place."

Zhou Yan closed his eyes and murmured, "Ye Zhuchan, you should have the opportunity to stand here, why don't you want to."

"Bitch!"

The prince cursed in a low voice.