Lord Shoufu, your wife has escaped!

Ministry of Accounts.

Zheng Ziming buried his head in the book, Tang Man flipped through the file, frowned and said, "Master Zheng, you made a mistake again."

"..." Zheng Ziming raised his head, revealing a pair of bloodshot eyes, "Okay, I see."

"How many times has this happened..." Tang Man muttered to himself, but he was taken aback when he saw a white hemp belt tied around Zheng Ziming's arm.

Someone in his family has a funeral?

But Zheng Ziming was not very familiar with the people in the household department on weekdays, and no one dared to ask at this time.

Zheng Ziming only rubbed his eyes when he was busy until the top of the moon, and walked home with his tired body.

The door of the house is covered with white lanterns, and the inside is also a palpitating plain white.Before the first seven days, the coffin was still placed in the mourning hall, surrounded by only a few servants, not even a serious master.

Where is brother?As her husband, Zheng Derun should keep watch for her.

What about the rest of the family?For the funeral, all the Zheng family members who lived in Yangzhou and near the capital came, and Zheng Derun's mother also came, why wasn't she there?

A servant saw him, got up quickly, and fell to his knees with a plop: "The eldest young master said that he would bury the young lady in the capital, please, second young master, for the sake of past affection, please persuade the young master to let the young lady Go back to your hometown and rest in peace!"

Zheng Ziming was stunned, Zheng Derun wanted to bury her here?

When Yang Qing was alive, Zheng Derun was still very concerned about her, why is she so perfunctory after she died?

After all, Yang Qing was his first wife, why did the tea cool down so quickly when she left?

The vague sense of uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense, Zheng Ziming went to find Zheng Derun, stood at the door of the study and was about to push the door, but suddenly heard voices talking inside.

"That's enough mother, don't talk anymore!"

"Don't tell me, this thing doesn't exist? Who made you born abnormal, and you can't get close to a woman at all!"

"Is this something I can choose!"

The two gradually calmed down. Zheng's mother gasped for a moment, gritted her teeth and said, "We can't let this matter get out...does Zheng Ziming know?"

"I don't know yet. But he knows about Yang Qing."

"It doesn't matter, even if he sees it, he will just think that Yang Qing is not a woman, and he won't be suspicious... But Yang Qing's conditions are just right, and she can cooperate with her to have a child, I'm afraid it will be difficult. "

"What do you mean, mother? You still want to find a continuation for me?" Zheng Derun couldn't bear it and said, "Just say that I mourn my deceased wife and don't want to marry again. Is that okay?"

"Won't you be suspicious... who is outside!"

Zheng Ziming pushed open the door and looked at the two in disbelief: "What are you talking about?"

The room fell silent for a moment.

Mother Zheng rushed out quickly and stopped in front of him: "Where are you going?"

Zheng Derun also grabbed him, panicked: "It's not what you think, you listen to our explanation..."

"What's the matter!" Zheng Ziming pushed him away, "Why does she have the right conditions? Because she has an affair with me, even if I see her dating with a man, I will only suspect her? Because she cares about me, so she doesn't care about me." Dare to say it, don't you!"

Zheng's mother hurriedly said: "We have to do this, don't you want someone to point and point at your brother?"

"So you just forced a living person to death like this?" Zheng Ziming was indescribably shocked, "Brother, she is your first wife!"

Zheng Derun showed embarrassment on his face, turned his head away and did not speak.

"Don't force your brother, I made people do it!"

Mother Zheng fell to her knees with a plop in anxiety, tugged at his trousers and begged, "Your brother was so good to you in the past, please don't tell it, okay? If anyone finds out, he will be ruined for the rest of his life!"

It was fine if Zheng's mother didn't mention the past, but when she mentioned it, Zheng Ziming was even more chilled.

"Elder brother is usually full of benevolence and morality, but behind his back he forces a weak woman to do such a thing. Can you have a conscience? I didn't know that my elder brother is a complete hypocrite and a fake good person!"

Zheng Derun's face turned red, and he raised his voice: "How good are you? You don't even dare to die for love! If you have the ability, why don't you take her away? Don't you love her to death? Why are you just watching like this? She dies!"

Because he thought that with Zheng Derun's character, marrying him would be a good destination!

He shook his head and walked away in a daze.

When he came back to his senses, he found himself standing in Yang Qing's yard.

Yuan'er was guarding the door, and when she saw him coming, her face was full of hatred, and she pushed him away: "What are you doing here, get out!"

Pushed back a few steps by her, Zheng Ziming felt an inexplicable anticipation, as if being hit a few more times by Yuan'er would make him feel less guilty.

The servant at the side couldn't see it, so he dragged Yuan'er out, scolding: "You are crazy! If you dare to hit the master, tell the housekeeper to sell you out now!"

Yuan'er couldn't break free, and stared at Zheng Ziming, with flames of resentment projecting from her eyes.

"It was you who killed the lady, why did you trouble her that day, why did it happen that day!" Yuan'er cried out, "Miss's mother passed away that day!!!"

Zheng Ziming felt as if he had been slapped, his face was in burning pain.

The dull brain suddenly started to run at high speed, and the forcibly suppressed emotions rushed straight up.

When she saw him that day, she clearly saw the expression of the savior, why didn't he notice it, and even scolded her indiscriminately?

She has been forced to that point, yet he still thinks she is selfish?

She married a wrong person, but there was no one she could confide in, and the only person she could trust refused to listen to her at all.

How desperate is it that she can stab the dagger into her heart with her own hands?

Yang Qing's room has not been tidied up, except for a pool of blood on the ground, it still maintains the same appearance as before, as if the master will return at any time.

There was a jug of wine on the table. Zheng Ziming sat down and poured himself a glass of wine. However, his mood was unstable, his hands shook, and the table was poured all over. A few drops dripped on his hands. changed color.

It was a jug of poisoned wine.

Zheng Ziming couldn't help trembling, his eyes turned black and white, and he could hardly breathe.

He could already imagine, countless nights, Yang Qing sat on the table, looking at the pot of poisoned wine, hesitating whether to drink it or not.

She had called for help countless times, struggling to survive, but was pushed off the cliff by his own hands.

His previous beliefs have become a joke. He doesn't know people clearly, and he thinks he has deep affection, thinking that he has made a huge sacrifice, but he doesn't know that he has already hurt his beloved one all over his body.

"Qing'er, is this glass of wine reserved for me?" Zheng Ziming drank the glass of poisoned wine in one gulp.

The exhaustion of the past few days has surged up, and this time, he can finally have a good sleep.

He closed his eyes, as if he saw the warm spring sun, she was standing under a blooming peach tree, tilting her head and smiling at him.

That year, he was 14 years old.

A gust of wind swept past the window, and the first snow in winter fell.