[Ancient Style] The notorious minister turned out to be beautiful, strong and miserable

Zhao Yan stood in front of Mrs. Zhao's tomb and carefully wiped off the dust on the stele.

The drizzle had dampened her hair, and her jet-black hair soaked onto her smooth and snow-white cheeks, and her eyes were slightly blue.

Behind is the winding mountain road and the weeds soaked by rain.

"The distant relatives of the Wang family, do you have any proper arrangements?"

He was referring to Wang Shi.

Ah Xiang stood half a step behind him and said, "Those coins and shops are enough for ordinary people to live a lifetime."

Zhao Yan nodded and said to Ah Xiang, "In two or three days, you can dismiss all the servants of the Zhao family who can be dismissed, and those who can't be dismissed will be expelled from the mansion."

"grown ups!"

Zhao Yan looked at her mother's tombstone and scolded coldly, "Even you don't listen to me now?"

Ah Xiang is a man in his 40s, with a wife and children at home. There are more than a hundred people in the Zhao family. Since Zhao Yan sent away Zhao Dongyang and Pingan, there are some rumors and rumors outside, which inevitably makes people panic.

Now even the servants of the Zhao family have to be dismissed, I'm afraid the Zhao family is already in danger.

He has been in the Zhao family for many years, he is used to seeing the Zhao family in full swing, with bells and bells ringing for food, and he is a little worried that people go out for tea overnight.

How can an outsider, such an illiterate man like him, not understand.

He only knew that Zhao Yan had never treated the Zhao family's servants harshly.

Ah Xiang knelt down, Zhao Yan shook her head and said, "You have a wife and children in your family, so you should consider them more."

The mournful call of the lone goose in the sky came through the clouds.

Zhao Yan stared blankly at the turbulent sea of ​​clouds, with regret and lament in her eyes.

"It turns out that the adults are here."

Zhao Yan looked back and saw a young man wearing a green shirt, the soles of his boots were full of spring mud, his slender eyebrows were revealed in the hazy rain, he had been standing here for an unknown time.

Liu Yanqing walked to Zhao Yan's side and held up the umbrella for him. His actions seemed familiar, as if he had done it a thousand times before, "I got the news and rushed to Zhao's house. The servants said that the lord is here. Something happened in the palace." gone."

Zhao Yan glanced at Ah Xiang, who stood up and stepped aside.

So these two were the only ones left in the barren mountains and wilderness.

One person held an umbrella, the other stood quietly, the tombs and green hills were drenched by the rain.

"What's the matter?"

"Chang Ping died, his bones were crushed."

There seemed to be deep pain in Zhao Yan's eyes, but it was fleeting and was covered by indifference.

"As soon as the emperor is a courtier, his position as the chief executive will be vacated by others sooner or later. Now that he has lost his bones and ashes, it will save others to flog the corpse."

But they are all poor people.

Liu Yanqing looked at Zhao Yan quietly.

Black hair, snow-white cheeks, slightly pale lips.

A pair of beautiful eyes seem to be drying up and barren day by day, and an old man seems to be living under the young skin.

Zhao Yan suddenly changed the topic, as if she was talking about a very common thing, "It is your credit that the cabinet has come to the point where it is today."

Liu Yanqing raised her eyebrows, quite surprised, but not embarrassed by being exposed, "How did your lord know?"

Zhao Yan said, "You're not careful enough. It's just that I haven't figured out why you betrayed me after thinking about it for a long time."

A lazy smile appeared on Liu Yanqing's lips again, "My lord, I also didn't want to understand the reason why you knew my secret tricks but didn't stop them."

Zhao Yan looked at Liu Yanqing firmly, "You don't need to understand."

Liu Yanqing stood with an umbrella, Danfeng's eyes narrowed, "My lord doesn't need to understand."

The two of them are now separated on both sides of the Chu River and Han Realm, but they still seem to be chatting on a riverboat in the past.

Zhao Yan doesn't understand Liu Yanqing.

Liu Yanqing didn't understand Zhao Yan either.

Zhao Yan stood in front of her mother's tomb, and the flowers in front of the tomb bloomed.

The stamens were knocked down by the rain in front of the stele.

Mrs. Zhao loved peach blossoms the most, so Zhao Yan planted a peach blossom tree in front of her tomb.

The peach blossom tree was blown by the wind, as if it could turn into the graceful shadow it once was.

On the way back, the Liu family's carriage followed behind the Zhao family's carriage.

Halfway through the official road, there are voices from the market everywhere.

The Zhao family's carriage was startled by a child who suddenly jumped out and held candied haws.

A Xiangle stopped his horse and jumped down to check the child's injuries.

The child looked eight or nine years old, as if he was about to come out of the school, staring at Zhao Zi on the carriage as if he saw Shura Evil, the candied haws in his hand scattered all over the floor, his small face was pale and timid, tears streaming down his face, I was so scared that I couldn't even speak.

He was afraid that he would be brutally killed if he ran into Zhao's carriage.

Liu Yanqing lifted the curtain on the carriage, only to see Ah Xiang put him down after seeing that the child was fine, and the child rolled and crawled all over his body in the dust, limping and disappearing.

The surrounding people seem to have avoided the Zhao family's carriage like snakes and scorpions.

Does Zhao Yan know that there is already a statue of King Ning's kneeling kneeling in front of King Ning's grave.

Liu Yanqing did not hear any movement in the Zhao family's carriage.

Quiet and silent, like a coffin containing a corpse.