after rebirth

"Your Majesty, you don't know that the old lady of An Wuhou's family has a kind face and a cruel heart, and she can say that black things are white, and she insists on calling the young master an unfilial son and grandson, and that annoying Mrs. An Wuhou, They always talk about the young master living in their house. That small broken yard is not for human beings at all. They have the nerve to let the young master live in it. It really hurt the young master Jingui. They also said that the young master spent their money, and the slaves asked Hao Yi, they didn't give them a single son, and they didn't even have a warm meal. Uncle Zhao and the others bought the rice, flour, grain and oil by themselves. The most hateful thing is Marquis An Wu, who kept saying that he should take care of their family, otherwise he would be killed. No one to rely on, and no descendants to take care of him when he gets old, the servants are really angry, but the young master is taken care of by His Majesty, what do you want him to do." The crackling, crisp voice of picking mulberries put An Wuhou's family at a loss.

Zhao Hengxu drew a horizontal line under the word Du Hekun, and then vigorously drew a cross on the name, "Go down."

Cai Sang wanted to say more, but hurriedly closed his mouth, almost biting his tongue, and bowed to Cai Jie in a numb manner, and retreated, covered his mouth and wrinkled his face after walking a little farther away.

Cai Jie stopped in her tracks, stretched out her hand and tapped Cai Sang's forehead, and said bitterly, "When will you change your mouth, little girl, do you know that misfortune comes from your mouth?"

"Good sister." Cai Sang shook Cai Jie's hand from side to side, with a flattering expression, "I'm just angry, they treated you like that."

Cai Jie gave her a blank look, "This is Marquis An Wu's family, if you talk nonsense about your son, His Majesty will not blame you, but for others, you may annoy His Majesty at some point, and no one will be able to save you at that time. "

"Yeah, I will definitely change it." Cai Sang shook her head heavily. She was picked out by His Majesty from the battlefield and brought to serve her. All her relatives are gone. Caiwei, Caicai, and Caiqin are her relatives, so She listens to pick what she says.

In the study room, Zhao Hengxu crossed his hands silently looking at the names on the paper, each name has a life, and a disgusting person.Marquis An Wu's hatefulness made Zhao Hengxu wish he could throw Du Hekun into prison immediately, and tortured him a hundred and eight times a hundred and eight times. In his previous life, when he hadn't put Du Jinrong in his heart, he hated Du Hekun very much.Du Hekun is an idiot, he will fall to whatever side is most beneficial to him. Before Zhao Hengxu fully grasped the government affairs, this flea-like old man often made things difficult for him. Although the pain is small, he always reminds himself of its existence , enough disgusting.

In the tenth year of Yongping, the Huns invaded the border, and Du Jinrong, who was tortured by rheumatism, should have stayed in Beijing to recuperate, but he was sent out to fight in the end.Du Jinrong was injured on the battlefield, lost her seven-month-old fetus, and died of a blood collapse. At the same time, the eldest son of Jingzhong, who was left in Anwuhou's mansion, fell into the lake and unfortunately drowned.

For many years, Zhao Hengxu has never dared to recall these things. When he suddenly remembered, his whole body was trembling with cold sweat, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, his hands were tightly clasped together, his joints turned white, every time he thought about it, his heart felt like being lingering. , the pain is unbearable.

The death of the eldest son was said to be an accident, but it was actually the fault of the Du family. The death of Du Jinrong and the death of the fetus were also Du Hekun's fault.Before he found out, Du Hekun was slowly forcing Du Jinrong to die.

There was a hint of coldness on the corner of Zhao Hengxu's mouth. Du Hekun did this because he was guilty and timid, because he was afraid that Du Jinrong would find out everything and rob him of everything. When Du Hekun killed Du Hegan, everything began to be doomed. It was Du Hekun who took the lead, but Zhao Hengxu wanted Du Hekun to die slowly.

In his previous life, after Zhao Hengxu learned everything, he wanted to kill Du Hekun, but this old boy was very smart, as slippery as a loach, and whenever he was caught in the wrong place by Zhao Hengxu, he could use other people's strength or sacrifice others to fish him out, of course at the same time Also accompanied by the disappearance of a lot of money and energy, in order to survive, he can send the bastard's son to the old man's bed, what else can he not do.

Later, Zhao Hengxu discovered that hanging a person made him feel uneasy, and he could not sleep well every day. It was much more uncomfortable than killing him happily. Zhao Hengxu was not a happy person when dealing with enemies. It can be seen that King Guangyi was cut alive in front of the tomb, and the [-] soldiers of the Nanman were beheaded one by one.Zhao Hengxu was like a cat playing with a mouse. Whenever Du Hekun was cornered, he would give him a little bit of life, and then watch him running around and trying his best to use this life from aloof. The feeling was great.

Du Hekun died in the end, so what if he kept the title of Marquis An Wu? Wealth and fame are always dead things that life does not bring with death. Fate is like a sharp knife hanging around the neck with a cold light.Later, Zhao Hengxu let Du Hekun's son Du Zide take over the title, and keeping the Du family members would allow Zhao Hengxu to find an outlet to vent his anger. Looking at the trembling Du family, Zhao Hengxu had a different kind of pleasure. When he entered the underground palace mausoleum, he felt happy This gave the Du family an end.

The pen drew a heavy ink mark on Du Hekun's crossed name, and the thick black covered Du Hekun's name at once, as if this person was also shrouded in pitch black, full of ominousness.

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Du Jinrong had already bathed and changed, and changed into a moon-white robe with a few green bamboos embroidered on the hem, looking very elegant and clean, Zhao Hengxu frowned, Du Jinrong's temperament has always been very light, wearing these plain clothes is very suitable, but Zhao Hengxu is "old" "Yes, I always feel that these plain clothes are too frivolous, giving people a cold and indifferent feeling, making Zhao Hengxu think of all kinds of past lives for no reason, good or bad.

"Caiwei, bring someone to make some black and brighter clothes for Jinrong, embroidered with festive patterns." Zhao Hengxu said suddenly, looking at the tall and tall Du Jinrong with folded arms.

"Here." Caiwei has a headache. The colors are bright and the patterns are festive. If it is a woman, it is quite easy to handle, but if the son is a man, it is a bit difficult.

"Your Majesty, these few clothes are enough for your subordinates, so don't bother Caiwei and them." Caiwei and the others are all big court ladies in Zhao Hengxu's palace, and they are even more decent than those unfavored concubines. That's a lot. Du Jinrong was a little hesitant to ask them to make clothes for herself.

"You are the master, and they are slaves. It is their blessing to have them make clothes for you." Zhao Hengxu didn't like Du Jinrong's cautious and unconfident appearance. His Jinrong should be the best in the world, if he didn't trust Gong A member of the Zhongshang Clothing Bureau, he asked someone to make hundreds of sets of clothes for Du Jinrong, and he changed them every day without repeating the same pattern. "Ingots."

"Your maidservant is here." Yuan Bao came out of the realm where the vase was placed, and stepped forward to promise in a low voice.

"I'll give you and Caiwei a month to deal with all the departments and bureaus in the palace properly, eliminate the redundant ones, cut out the manpower in the palace, and the war in the country has just ended. It's time to save money, increase revenue and reduce expenditure. Set an example for the people of the world." The most important thing is that he wants to build a stable and comfortable palace for Du Jinrong and their children. As for his women, except for the two who gave birth to daughters, he will not keep any of them.Zhao Hengxu had a headache. His two daughters, the oldest was only two years old, and the youngest was only six months old. Alas, if only they were reborn a few years earlier, he would never touch any woman.Stealing a glance at Du Jinrong, it was obvious that Du Jinrong had a normal expression, so why did he feel guilty.

"Here, slave girl obeys." Caiwei and Yuan Bao agreed at the same time, exchanging a look in private, there are many problems left over from Emperor Xuan's period, one month, alas, it is really difficult, each other sees the headache of accepting fate in each other's eyes, alas .

Du Jinrong looked at the toes, and Hong Zao moved over at this moment, grabbed Du Jinrong's leg and wanted to hug her, yelling "Wow, wow".

"The jujube is hungry too, let's pass the meal on."

"Here."

Soon the food was brought up, all from the small kitchen. Caiqin is in charge of the small kitchen in Funing Hall. Caiqin has average appearance, ability, and eloquence. She is the top cook, and Zhao Hengxu from the Imperial Dining Room is also in charge. I can't believe it.

After dinner, he took a walk for a while, and came back to deal with the accumulated official documents. Zhao Hengxu didn't put down his pen until the end of Haishi. The previous subordinates had gradually started to get used to their work, and the reports they sent were all concise and to the point. This is also an old rule that has been cultivated for a long time.However, the old ministers in the past were mixed, good and bad, most of the corpses were vegetarian meals, and the memorials they sent were long and unfocused. Sometimes, in order to pursue the symmetry of the words and the beauty of the rhetoric, some things that did not exist were deliberately added, making the memorial a little bit Meaningless, full of nonsense.

Kneading the bridge of his nose, he watched the memorial with high concentration for a long time, his eyes were sore and his head was swollen, Zhao Hengxu stood up and stretched his waist, take your time, the hands of the court should be carefully trimmed, bad political habits to correct.

Turning around, in the dim light, Du Jinrong was already asleep with his head propped up, and the book in his hand had already fallen to the ground. Zhao Hengxu laughed and asked him to go to bed early, but he was fidgeting, terrified and at a loss. Lie on the bed and rest by reading a book.

Gently picked up Du Jinrong and put him on the bed, took off his clothes, his eyes touched Du Jinrong's right calf, a hideous scar on his ankle and calf, tangled on his smooth skin, his fingers slid over the scar, his heart Also should be in a faint pain.

This was Du Jinrong's injury to protect him. She almost lost her right leg, and it would hurt faintly on rainy days. In her previous life, Du Jinrong had severe rheumatism in this leg, with swollen joints, making it difficult to walk.Actually, there were other wounds on Du Jinrong's body, but Zhao Hengxu loved the smooth skin on Du Jinrong's body so much, it felt as if his fingers could dance when touched, it was an extreme feeling.Zhao Hengxu tried his best to find medicines to remove the scars, and the other wounds were gone, except for the wound on his right leg, which was too deep and too big to be removed no matter what.

"Ah." In the darkness, Zhao Hengxu sighed leisurely, he owed Du Jinrong too much.