Madam, let's steam buns together

There are several small villages under the Snow Mountain Mausoleum in Qianling Villa, one of which is called Liujia Village. Ling Checheng has lived in this village for several days. Today he packed up his belongings and bid farewell to the host family who took him in.

Lingchecheng was polite and generous, and the owner of this farm family was really reluctant to let him go, so he tried to persuade Lingchecheng to stay with him in a strong dialect.

Ling Checheng refused with a smile, and when he left the range of Liujia Village, he looked back at the village with some helplessness.

Because most of the people in this village have a strong local accent, Ling Checheng often can't understand what they are saying, and he can only understand a few things by guessing, so most of the time he can only answer with a smile and nod, He didn't know what to say, because he didn't understand what they were asking.

Even the name of this village, Liujia Village, Lingche City had heard it as Niujia Village a few times before. Later, when passing by the ancestral hall of this village, and saw a row of Liu's rankings inside, it was only after repeated confirmation that it was called Liujia Village.

Everything he wanted to know had already been found out, so Ling Checheng hurried back to Qianling Villa. He had to go back to the villa before Luo Wan'er and Ling Jingxuan returned to the villa, otherwise Luo Wan'er would definitely have doubts about his whereabouts these days.

When he returned to the villa, he realized that Luo Wan'er and Ling Jingxuan would not be able to return for a while, and Ling Checheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Ling Checheng knew that although Luo Wan'er could hide the fact that he had been to the Xueshan Mausoleum, he could not hide it from Ling Jingxuan. Ling Jingxuan would definitely learn from the mausoleum guard that someone pretended to be the person he sent to investigate. It will also soon find out that the identity of the impostor is Lingchecheng.

So from the beginning, Ling Checheng didn't intend to hide Ling Jingxuan's secret. When Ling Jingxuan came back to ask him to ask him to blame, Ling Checheng would tell Ling Jingxuan everything he had investigated, and even... add fuel.

Lying on the stone slab in his own yard, Ling Checheng was holding a piece of foxtail in his mouth. He bit the root and moved it, and the top of the foxtail exposed outside shook and trembled. meaning.

He has been waiting for this day for too long!

Killing one's heart is always the happiest way of revenge.

Ling Checheng hated Luo Wan'er so much, killing Luo Wan'er was not difficult, but Ling Checheng was not reconciled to letting Luo Wan'er die so easily, he wanted to see Luo Wan'er lose everything she cared about, he wanted to watch her Nothing can relieve the hatred in his heart, and he can heal the grievances and tortures he has suffered in these years.

What does Luo Wan'er care about most?It is nothing more than two things, one is the current status, and the other is the good destination envied by everyone.

Ling Jingxuan may not be called a dedicated and infatuated good man and husband, but in the eyes of all the sisters Luo Waner knew and most outsiders, Ling Jingxuan is definitely a good enough good husband.

He is very good to Luo Wan'er, he will pamper her and let her in everything, and give her enough respect. Although there are many love affairs in private, he has always done enough work on the surface.

From Ling Checheng's point of view, his dear father is really good, and scum is also really scum.

Judging from what Ling Checheng learned, Luo Wan'er didn't want to be sent to Ling Jingxuan at the beginning. Their Luo family was from the Yue Kingdom, and Luo Wan'er's mother was from the inner court. Growing up in the Kingdom of the Moon, her heart was basically towards the Kingdom of the Moon. Luo Wan'er could have been arranged to become a concubine in the Palace of the Kingdom of the Moon, but she failed in the end and was "relegated" to the Li Dynasty.

It is impossible for Ling Jingxuan not to know about these things, but he doesn't care at all. From Ling Jingxuan's point of view, Luo Wan'er already has half of Lichao's blood, since she is married to Lichao, her heart should stay in Lichao.

On the surface, Luo Wan'er did indeed do this, and she has very little contact with her natal family, but in reality?

Of all the nasty things Ling Checheng did for Luo Wan'er, which one won the ultimate beneficiary not the Luo family, not the Yue Kingdom?

Ling Checheng sat up, put his hands on his bent knees, and began to think about the next plan.

In Chang'an City, under Zhang Huaruo's identification, Zhao Pingjing quickly subdued the law. Until now, Zhao Pingjing still didn't want to admit his mistake, and still wanted to meet Zhang Huaruo again. Without Zhang Huaruo refusing, he would be dragged and kicked by his old father who was about to die of anger. Into the prison.

Zhao Pingjing had already committed a crime before. He was the one who tried to hurt Yang Dabao with quicklime on the day of Zhang Huaruo and Yang Dabao's wedding. Face, plus Zhao Pingjing did not cause casualties on the day of Zhang Huaruo and Yang Dabao's wedding, but let the Criminal Ministry imprison him for a while, and then handed over to the Zhao family to control themselves.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Pingjing committed another crime now. This time Zhang Xieyi did not intend to spare Zhao Pingjing lightly. Zhao Shuling also knew that his son was guilty and did not intercede.

Zhang Huaruo and Yang Dabao's small life seemed to be back on track all of a sudden, but everyone knew that there was a deadline for such a life, but no one said it clearly.

In order to have enough time to accompany Zhang Huaruo, Yang Dabao pushed back the matter of opening a steamed stuffed bun shop again and again. Zhang Huaruo persuaded him not to do this when he knew about it, but Yang Dabao smiled and said to him: "This matter is not urgent, the shop is just around the corner. There, I won’t run away, and everything will be discussed after Madam recovers.”

Zhang Huaruo looked at him, but after all, he didn't continue to persuade him, and his reason told him that it was wrong, but now he only wanted to use his emotions, and cherish maybe the last three months.

The thing that made Zhang Huaruo the happiest was that his father Zhang Xieyi finally resigned from office, and he could completely leave the center of power struggles and live his own life.

The matter was related to Zhang Huaruo's life, Zhang Xieyi of course acted swiftly and resolutely, arranged the matter properly within seven days, and resigned with ease, leaving behind a group of officials who only knew about it when Zhang Xieyi officially resigned. Looking at each other above the hall.

The little emperor intends to hold a farewell banquet for Zhang Xieyi in the palace, but Zhang Xieyi politely refuses: "The farewell is just a sad thing for you and my monarch and ministers, it is better not to send it off."

The little emperor naturally understood this truth, and when he saw that this path was not going to work, he changed it: "As a monarch and minister, we don't have to say goodbye, but what about other relationships, such as master and student, friends, close relatives... Isn't that enough? Let me go to your house for a meal?"

When it came to the end, the little emperor had already abandoned all the etiquette of the emperor and ministers, and made a small request to Zhang Xieyi as an equal.

Zhang Xieyi suddenly laughed wantonly, and he patted the little emperor's shoulder: "Well, well, I still have to give you the favor of letting you have a meal."

The little emperor also smiled: "Then I will eat with my belly open and kill you hard."

Zhang Xieyi spread her hands, with a casual look on Ren Jun's face: "Anyway, there's nothing good to eat, so it's definitely enough."

Both parties felt much more relaxed, and the little emperor asked Zhang Xieyi: "When do you plan to leave?"

Zhang Xieyi: "Tomorrow morning."

The little emperor was startled: "So fast?"

Zhang Xieyi said worriedly: "It's not too late for this matter."

The little emperor didn't know what Zhang Xieyi was going to do. He only knew that Zhang Xieyi was going to find people. If he could find those people, the poison on Zhang Huaruo's body would be more likely to be released.

That night, the last family banquet in the Prime Minister's Mansion was much richer than usual, and a small round table was full of people.

The little emperor looked at the other people on the table, Zhang Huaruo and Yang Dabao must be there, and he could understand that wolfberries were on the table, but who can tell him why there is another one who looks familiar but just can’t remember Whose stranger is sitting here, and besides Zhang Xieyi?

The little emperor's probing gaze was too obvious, and He Tiao, who was already a bit guilty, felt as if he was sitting on pins and needles, his buttocks could not stop moving around, and Zhang Xieyi's leg under the table was hit by He Tiao's knee from time to time, and he couldn't help but glared at him, warning obvious.

He Lio immediately stopped moving, and gave Zhang Xieyi some of his favorite dishes to please Zhang Xieyi. Although Zhang Xieyi showed disgust, she still ate it bite by bite.

Out of trust in Zhang Xieyi, the little emperor never sent anyone to inquire about the news of the prime minister's mansion. He was shocked by the situation in front of him for a while. Picking vegetables is an extremely intimate gesture. If he didn't treat the other party as a family member, he would never He would not eat the other party's food so calmly.

The little emperor's eyes flicked back and forth between Zhang Xieyi and He Liao, and a bold guess suddenly appeared in his mind. He was so surprised that he missed the food, and poked his chopsticks straight at his cheek.

Zhang Huaruo, who was sitting next to the little emperor, looked at the rice grains gradually piling up on his right hand, and gently pulled the corner of the little emperor's clothes to pull him back to his senses. The little emperor leaned towards him with dull eyes, and kept looking at Zhang Huaruo. Xie Yi and He Li: "Your father..."

Before the little emperor could finish his question, Zhang Huaruo replied, "Yes."

With the word um, the little emperor understood that the idea in his mind that was just speculation was now completely confirmed!

In reality, the little emperor no longer looked at Zhang Xieyi and He Liao, and lowered his head to eat in silence. He suddenly complained a little more to his father, the first emperor.

Father, father, look at how you have hurt Prime Minister Zhang, this picky look is not right, this man in front of you doesn't look like a reliable person!

After tidying up his emotions, the little emperor raised his head and tried to ask Zhang Xieyi with a calm expression: "Mr. Zhang hasn't introduced me yet, who is this?"

Zhang Xieyi saw that the little emperor had already guessed very well, and had no intention of hiding it, so she moved her elbow to He Liao, motioning He Liao to introduce herself.

He Lio's face is pretty good, and he has a fairy-like charm when he picks it up, but this fairy-like feeling is a feeling he deliberately created after he was engaged in the fortune-telling industry. For the little emperor who can read people As far as this person is concerned, the more this person looks fake, the more he can't like He Lio.

It was not the first time for He Lio to meet the little emperor. He saw that the little emperor no longer remembered himself, and he dared not let the little emperor remember that he was the former He Banxian: "Crassman He Lio, thanks to Xie Yi's shelter, has been staying temporarily in the past few days. here."

Everyone was obviously still waiting for him to continue. He Lie had picked up his chopsticks and continued to eat at this time, looking at everyone innocently, his eyes filled with: Why don't you move your chopsticks?

Gone?Let you introduce yourself, say a name and then it's gone?

Zhang Xieyi came out to smooth things over: "He is just an ordinary civilian, what else do you want to hear from him?"

The little emperor sighed, even if he didn't approve of He Li, and felt that he would not be a good home for Zhang Xieyi, these two people are already in the current relationship, so what's the use of caring about him no matter how much he cares, this is Zhang Xieyi after all. Yi's own feelings, the most important thing is whether Zhang Xieyi likes He Lio or not.

His Prime Minister Zhang has been single for so many years, now that he has finally found a companion, he should encourage and support him instead of coming over to disturb him.

I don't know how long I can watch this picture of the whole family together, so why spoil the atmosphere of this farewell meal.

The little emperor didn't say anything, just picked up the bowls and chopsticks and continued to eat, and the others tacitly acted as if nothing had happened.

After eating and seeing the little emperor off, Zhang Xieyi and Zhang Huaruo had a heart-to-heart talk between father and son in the study, and then they came to their bedroom late to get ready for sleep. Just after turning off the lights, a figure crawled into the room in the dark .

Zhang Xieyi didn't even look at the door: "What are you doing in my room so late?"

The tiptoe He Liao stood there angrily: "There is something I want to discuss with you, so I'm here."

"What can't we talk about tomorrow morning?"

He Liao heard that there was no anger in Zhang Xieyi's tone, and hurriedly ran to Zhang Xieyi's side happily: "Aren't we leaving here early tomorrow morning, I want to say goodbye to my nephew before leaving , by the way, ask him to help me report the safety of the family, and then tell the family about you and me."

Zhang Xieyi paused when she tidied up the bedding, seeing that He Liao took the relationship between the two of them so seriously, she was naturally happy in her heart, but she said: "It's not necessary, maybe when I don't want to live with you anymore .”

Knowing that Zhang Xieyi was just being stubborn, He Liao sat down on Zhang Xieyi's bed with a smile: "Then I will pester you and chase you from the ends of the earth."

Zhang Xieyi gave him a white look: "Okay, go to sleep."

"Okay!" He Lie got into bed as quickly as possible.

Zhang Xieyi was stunned for a moment, but after all, he didn't push He away. After lying down slowly, he asked, "Why didn't I hear you say that you have a nephew in Chang'an City?"

He Liao replied vaguely, "I haven't had much contact for so many years. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't plan to contact my family either... I'll just go and tell you when I'm asleep. You don't have to worry about it."

Seeing that he didn't want to say anything, Zhang Xieyi didn't force her to ask, and responded, "Yes."