In addition to beauty, she also has a mold

Ma Jishan died and hanged himself.

Han Yi explained: "According to the soldiers around General Ma, just half an hour ago, the sound of kicking a stool came from General Ma's room. I didn’t dare to approach, the deputy general came here for something, only to find that General Ma had passed away.”

After the other party finished speaking, the deputy general hurriedly handed over a letter.

"This is the statement of guilt written by the general himself before committing suicide. Please read it, Young Master."

"Chen Guishu?" Zhao Wuling frowned.

"Yes."

The deputy general was also horrified when he thought of the contents of Chen Gui's letter.

After reading the statement of crimes, Zhao Wuling folded it into his sleeves, and said: "You all go down, General Ma committed suicide, don't publicize it for now, lest the morale of the army be disturbed."

"As ordered."

After everyone left, Zhao Wuling checked carefully in the room, and Han Yi looked at Ma Jishan's body, except for the strangle marks on his neck when he committed suicide, there were no other injuries, but the young master behaved strangely, he couldn't help but wonder.

"My lord is suspicious. Is there something else wrong with General Ma's death?"

Zhao Wuling remained silent, he held the candle lamp to look around, after a long time he put the candle lamp on the table, and said to Han Yi: "Send a letter back to the capital, saying that General Ma committed suicide because he was not good at defending the city."

"Yes."

Whatever the young master said, he was what he said.

He went out and walked a long way, but he still couldn't figure out what the young master was looking for just now?
After Chu Zhijiang was busy with the work at hand, he planned to visit Xiao Yu, but she was living in Zhao Wuling's mansion now, so he needed to find a valid reason.

I met Zhao Wuling on the road, Zhao Wuling also saw him, he went forward to talk to him, but he noticed that the aura around Zhao Wuling was terribly low, so he just glanced at him indifferently, and left without seeing anything.

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After leaving Jianzhou, you have to go in the opposite direction of the capital.

The night before, she stayed in Shihou Town, the shopkeeper of the inn thought of her when he saw Guyun, and asked about the situation at the border. She told them one by one that some people who had escaped were very happy, and they could go home without fighting. up.

Northwest is enthusiastic, and many people come to chat with her. She is rarely in a good mood, talking and laughing with everyone, and it is late at night without knowing it, and she doesn't feel sleepy.

At midnight, a guest came to the inn.

This person's name is Zhang Wenwen, around 35 years old, with an overly hot temper, he got along with everyone soon after he arrived, and later found out that he is actually a storyteller, who came to Jianzhou to visit his seriously ill younger brother for his elderly mother, It was too late to be disturbed, so I temporarily stayed at the hotel for one night, and went to my uncle's house tomorrow morning.

Knowing his identity, everyone booed and asked him to say something, Xiao Yu also booed with great interest while holding a wine glass.

Zhang Wenwen sat beside her and asked, "I heard that you also came from the capital?"

She put down her wine glass and said, "That's right."

It was a very touching thing to see a fellow villager when he was away from home. He immediately leaned over and whispered, "You have been out for almost a month. Recently, a big event happened in Beijing. You must have never heard of it."

She giggled: "What's the big deal?"

Zhang Wenwen stood up suddenly, and greeted loudly: "Everyone, sit down and prepare melon seeds and fruits. I will tell you a fresh story. I guarantee that you will like it."

The crowd joined in.

"it is good!!"

Xiao Yu grinned, grabbed a handful of melon seeds, leaned against the window, and started nibbling very leisurely.

The wind and snow were howling outside the window, but her heart was terribly quiet.

"Presumably all of you here have heard the story of the deep love between the prince and the concubine. Although the concubine was born in a merchant, she is very resourceful and intelligent. The deeds of being a merchant are very famous in Beijing. Let us The Holy Majesty looked at it differently and agreed to marry the crown prince as the official concubine, which is enough to see how powerful the crown prince is. After marriage, the crown prince loved the crown princess very much, and the story of the two working together has spread throughout the country."

Someone said: "We are tired of hearing this."

"That's right, what kind of new story is this?"

"Say something else, say something else"

Everyone was discussing, Xiao Yu drank alcohol and listened quietly, and when he got tired of listening, he interrupted loudly: "Keep talking!"

The court was quiet, and Zhang Wenwen smiled slyly: "What are you in a hurry for? Just listen to me, the prince once promised the princess that he would never take concubines again in this life, and the two will advance and retreat together, and grow old together."

Hearing this, Xiao Yu couldn't help laughing, and turned to look at the snow scene outside the window.

"This is a beautiful love story, but guess what, something happened to the princess some time ago, and the prince killed many useless Taoist priests. Later, a Taoist priest solved the matter, but the princess was already hurt. God, it is very difficult to return to the past, for this reason, the East Palace held a happy event to bring joy to the Crown Princess."

Everyone sighed for a while, and then praised the deep love of the prince and concubine.

Zhang Wenwen glanced at the person by the window, then turned his head away, wondering if he had heard what he said.

"After Wu Liangdi married into the Eastern Palace, the Crown Princess' condition did improve, but an unexpected thing happened. The little grandson who had been raised by the Crown Princess's side died suddenly!"

There was a burst of exclamation from the audience, all of them were shocked.

"what?!!"

"what happened?"

"How is it possible, that is the little emperor's grandson, who would dare to poison him?"

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Even Xiao Yu, who had been distracted for a long time, froze and frowned in astonishment.

It turned out that Zhang Wenwen had done so much foreshadowing, here is the new thing to talk about, the young emperor's grandson died, not many people know about it.

She suddenly remembered that in Jinzhou, Zhao Wuling had mentioned this little imperial grandson to her, and His Majesty personally named him, which shows how much he loves him. How could a child who was loved by thousands of people die suddenly?
Zhang Wenwen put away the folding fan, took a sip of tea, and then continued slowly: "Everyone, don't worry, just listen to me slowly. Now there are different opinions in the capital about the death of the little emperor's grandson. Some people speculate that the princess's body has recovered. , not due to Wu Liangdi's contribution, but "

He suddenly lowered his voice: "Borrowing the little emperor's grandson's luck!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly burst out laughing, trying to brighten the atmosphere: "But! It's all groundless speculation. We ordinary people don't know what the specific situation is."

Listening to other people's stories relieves one's boredom. After discussing for a while, most of the interest is lost.

Lost in interest, Xiao Yu got up and went to the guest room on the second floor. He drank a little too much tonight and became drunk. After entering the door, he fell headlong on the bed and fell asleep after a while.

Early the next morning, before she left, she met Zhang Wenwen.

When Zhang Wenwen saw this "villager", he warmly invited him: "Brother Taiwan is going back to the capital soon, it's okay, you go first, I'll be back in two days, then we two will have a good time talking over wine."

"it is good."

She nodded moderately, and rode away from Lion's Roar Town.

She lied to Zhao Wuling, and also lied to the third uncle, she didn't plan to travel south, nor would she go south, now, she wanted to go back to Jiangning, go to Qinglong Mountain to say goodbye to her master.

That night, every word Ma Jishan said was like a red-hot iron, which was cruelly and mercilessly imprinted on her heart.

In this life, I will never forget it!