Lady forced to seek prince

Beijing.

Zhao Xuewen sat in the room reading a book out of boredom.

It is a national mourning now, and all the restaurants outside are closed. Even the vendors selling goods in the market are too scared to speak loudly. The dignitaries in Beijing simply stay in their houses without leaving their homes. This makes the people who just enjoyed the wealth Zhao Xuewen suddenly felt uncomfortable.

How could the Queen Mother die so coincidentally!

Thinking like this, Zhao Xuewen turned his attention to the book again. The book in his hand was just bought. It was much better than the one he had read before. The paper was better and the words on it were clearer. The important thing is that this It was new, with no missing edges or corners. He originally thought that with a book like this, he would be able to read it more smoothly, but after sitting here for half an hour, he didn't even finish turning a page.

Occasionally, a woman's voice was heard outside. It was the maid who came to bring snacks and tea. Zhao Xuewen's eyes turned around the maid. The girl, who was sixteen or seventeen years old, wore a goose-yellow skirt, just like the floating catkins. , itching made him feel itchy.

There were also the decorations in the room that others had given him. He would look at them carefully every night. Thinking that there were still pictures that he had not finished reading yesterday, he subconsciously closed the book.

A lot of effort was wasted like this. When he came back to his senses, Zhao Xuewen felt exhausted. He wanted to go to the restaurant immediately to order some food and drinks, listen to the ditty, and the enchanting dancer...

His thoughts drifted further and further, and the book in Zhao Xuewen's hand fell on the desk.

Studying was too hard, so Zhao Xuewen quickly convinced himself that since he already had the reputation of being a civil servant, he might as well take advantage of his current status to find a good job and make a fortune. This would be faster than studying.

After making up his mind, Zhao Xuewen threw the book aside and walked out.

He also wanted to inquire about the news and see when Prince Yu and the others would be able to enter the capital.

In his heart, he longed for King Yu to come to the capital, but he was also a little uneasy. This King of Yu was more terrifying than he thought. It was fine if he refused to come to the capital to thank him. In the current situation, he refused to go to the funeral with just "I need to recuperate in the vassal territory" However, the Grand Master was helpless with King Yu.

If such a person who is not allowed to act recklessly finds him an eyesore, will he attack him?

Zhao Xuewen quickly reassured himself. After all, he was Luo Yang's uncle, and it was the court's arrangement to live here. Xiao Yu couldn't do anything without scruples.

"Master," Mrs. Jiang came over, "have you heard? There are rumors outside that King Yu has moved most of his family property to our house."

"What?" Zhao Xuewen didn't react for a moment.

Mrs. Jiang repeated again: "Fengxia Village is... oh, the village where my mother and three younger brothers live. All the items given by King Yu were sent there as betrothal gifts."

Mrs. Jiang felt envious just thinking about it, and she immediately felt at a loss when she looked at this house.

If her family only gets these things in the end, she's afraid she'll be pissed to death.

Mrs. Jiang couldn't help complaining: "It would have been better if I didn't follow my father back then. How could I have thought that with a few more years of support, I would be able to survive."

Speaking of this, Mrs. Jiang suddenly remembered something, and she pulled Zhao Xuewen: "Master, should we ask someone to go to Fengxia Village to ask about the situation? At least...send a letter to my mother to let her know that it is not easy for us to be in Beijing. For the sake of the Zhao family’s face, the master spends the whole day welcoming and sending people off, and he doesn’t even bother to study.”

Zhao Xuewen felt that what Jiang said made sense, but who should be asked to go to Fengxia Village? He didn't have any capable people around him.

"Otherwise," Madam Jiang said, "ask the chamberlain."

The servant Cao who rescued Zhao Xuewen before had some personal contacts with Zhao Xuewen, but Zhao Xuewen never figured out whether the servant Cao was with the emperor or the grand master. He wanted to find out slowly, but now it seems Instead of thinking about it like this, it would be better to do something for Chamberlain Cao, such as helping Chamberlain Cao arrange some people to go to the Zhao family to find out the news. At that time, we will be able to see what Cao's intentions are. Anyway, there is no harm to him. If there is trouble, he will go to King Yu.

Zhao Xuewen made up his mind. He felt that he was somewhat smart, otherwise he would not be able to coax his father into taking him away with him. What he lacks is opportunities.

Now that we are all in this big pot, how can we fish in troubled waters without stirring and mixing? Thinking about it carefully, I feel sorry for his father who died in vain.

Even if he was to fulfill his filial piety to his father, he still had to find ways to take advantage of the opportunity to glorify the Zhao family.

Zhao Xuewen made up his mind to go to Chamberlain Cao. He looked at Mrs. Jiang and said, "I won't go out until it gets dark." In order to avoid being spotted by too many eyes.

Mrs. Jiang nodded happily.

She can't eat meat or wear jewelry, but as long as she has money, the cook can still make a delicious vegetarian meal.

The family happily ate, and at night, Zhao Xuewen went to find Cao's housekeeper. As expected, Cao's housekeeper gave him two stewards and asked the stewards to get acquainted with the Zhao family first, and then took the things to Taozhou and said: Mrs. Yang gives a New Year gift.

Zhao Xuewen felt that he had accomplished something big again, so he pretended to read for a while and then had an early rest with Mr. Jiang. But soon Zhao Xuewen woke up from his dream. He first heard the sound of sobbing, and then he discovered that Jiang, who was supposed to be sleeping next to him, was missing.

However, Zhao Xuewen soon found Mrs. Jiang, who had her hands tied and hung from the beam.

Zhao Xuewen came to his senses after a moment and was about to go to rescue Jiang. As soon as he stepped on the ground, he felt a sticky feeling and the smell of blood rushed into his nose.

Familiar memories returned to Zhao Xuewen's mind, and he knew what happened almost immediately, and he hurriedly swept towards the ground.

I could vaguely see two people lying on the ground.

As if all the blood in his body was suddenly drained, Zhao Xuewen crawled back to the kang and shivered into the corner. Only in this way did everything outside have nothing to do with him.

The fear was so extreme that Zhao Xuewen didn't even dare to scream, for fear of alarming something terrifying in the room, and then he would be the next victim.

Jiang was still struggling, but her strength was getting weaker and weaker.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Xuewen tentatively moved his body. Such darkness and silence were about to overwhelm him, and he could hardly breathe.

Just when he moved to the Kang, the oil lamp placed on the Eight Immortals' table suddenly lit up.

The moment the light came on, it illuminated the two bodies lying beside the table.

That was the steward sent by Chamberlain Cao.

The two people were lying on their backs, their eyes wide open, as if they didn't understand what happened until they died.

At this time, Zhao Xuewen couldn't help but let out a harsh scream, but the sound did not spread very far because a hand covered Zhao Xuewen's mouth.

A man wearing black clothes and a mask stood in front of Zhao Xuewen. Zhao Xuewen wanted to resist, but saw the man's hand move, and then hot liquid splashed out from his body.