I was killed by domestic violence, and I went crazy with barrage

Chapter 22 Zhao Yuanshan and Zhang’s sworn relationship?

Jiang Anning paused and stopped where he was. For a moment, he couldn't tell where the sound came from.

"Hey, you are my heart, you are my liver, all I think about is you. I can't sleep well without you by my side at night."

Zhao Yuanshan's greasy voice continued to reach her ears.

After a while, another rich female voice came out: "Just leave it here and fool me with your words!"

"How could I coax you? You are widowed and I am a widower. Aren't we just a match made in heaven?"

The sound of Zhao Yuanshan pinching his throat made Jiang Anning get goosebumps.

Just talk about being a widower. Where to start?

Jiang Anning didn't dare to move at this time, fearing that if she moved a little, she wouldn't be able to hear the sound.

Unfortunately, I couldn't figure out the source of the voice.

The legs she was standing on were a little numb.

"Just keep an eye on me! Earlier I asked you to come and stay with me for a while, but you still resisted, saying that the tigress in the house was watching too closely and couldn't leave."

The woman sneered: "Why are you a widower now?"

There was silence in the air for a long time, and Jiang Anning thought that her ears might not work at all, until Zhao Yuanshan's voice rang again.

"The one in my family and I are completely righteous!"

hiss!
Jiang Anning subconsciously covered her mouth. After a while, she remembered that there was no one else in the room.

She exhaled slowly, her eyes full of shock.

Are Zhao Yuanshan and the Zhang family dead? ! !
It's not divorce or reconciliation, but renunciation... When did this happen?

Obviously last night, the two of them came to her home together and sanctioned her to "stop being ungrateful." Why did they end up dead in just half a day?
She had been wandering around the Yamen this morning, but she didn't notice Zhao Yuanshan coming, right?

"Yi Jue?"

Just as surprised as Jiang Anning was the woman who was being coaxed greasyly by Zhao Yuanshan.

"What did she do?"

There was another long silence in the air. After a long time, Jiang Anning couldn't help but stretch her muscles and bent down to rub her sore calves.

"An Niang, I really want to live a good life with you."

Zhao Yuanshan has the same ability as Zhao Hai. He can calmly avoid talking about questions he doesn't want to answer, no matter how blunt they are.

He changed the subject and kept talking to people about love.

Jiang Anning felt chills all over after hearing this, and almost vomited out the hot-boiled mutton she had just eaten.

After listening to it, she probably figured out some important information.

Zhao Yuanshan...want to marry again? No, no, no, maybe, getting married?
Maybe it's a soft meal?
The two people behind him didn't know what they said, and Jiang Anning couldn't hear clearly.

A faint quarrel could be heard, and along with the sound of smashing things, the woman seemed to say: "Do you think I am your idiot daughter-in-law to fool?"

Jiang Anning:...

It seemed like he scolded her!

Pooh!
She is not Zhao Yuanshan's daughter-in-law, and she doesn't scold her.

Jiang Anning stood there for a while, until no sound could be heard anymore, then her body collapsed and she almost fell to the ground with weak legs.

My standing legs are numb.

She waited for a while, then walked downstairs to pay with her sore legs.

When passing other boxes on the second floor, she deliberately slowed down her pace and looked carefully, but she didn't find anyone inside.

Where did that sound come from?
Jiang Anning's suspicions deepened. After settling the bill, she struck up a conversation with the waiter at the same store, seemingly casually, asking which widows in the city were planning to remarry recently.

The waiter said a few words, but Jiang Anning was not impressed at all.

In her previous life, her life was too simple. Every time she came to the city, she basically went to the embroidery workshop to deliver embroidery work, and then took the embroidery work back.

Basically I won’t do anything else.

After much deliberation, Jiang Anning planned to visit the embroidery workshop and inquire about things in the city.

Now that she knew Zhao Yuanshan's plan, she was not in a hurry to go back. Jiang Anning left the restaurant and took a familiar route to the east of the city, going to Chaohuang Embroidery Square where she usually went.

The name Chaohuang was given by the Queen Mother herself.

On the Qianqiu Festival last year, the owner of the embroidery shop presented the Empress Dowager with a Buddhist picture with two-sided Suzhou embroidery and three different embroideries, which almost caused the Empress Dowager to regard her as an adopted daughter. Later, the name Chaohuang Embroidery House came into being.

Jiang Anning stood at the door of the embroidery workshop, looking at the now golden plaque, as if it was a lifetime ago.

In her previous life, she got married not long after the imperial plaque from Chaohuang Embroidery Workshop was made and replaced.

After that, he never came again.

"peaceful?"

Song Yao, the owner of the embroidery workshop, walked out of the embroidery workshop accompanied by a well-maintained and well-dressed woman. When he caught a glimpse of Jiang Anning, he ran over in surprise.

"It's really you, An Ning!"

Song Yao pinched Jiang Anning's shoulders and looked at her carefully for a while, his expression full of joy.

"Sister Song."

Jiang Anning said hello to her unfamiliar colleague, and looking at Song Yao now, he looked a little strange and confused, but also very happy at the same time.

Song Yao responded excitedly, then took Jiang Anning's hand and led him to the wealthy woman. He introduced her enthusiastically: "Mrs. An, this is what I told you. She is very good at double-sided embroidery. The embroidery lady, who is especially good at embroidering landscapes and figures, may be able to accept your request."

She tilted her head and introduced the woman in front of her to Jiang Anning: "This is Mrs. An. She just settled in our Jiang'an County at the beginning of the year. Recently, she wanted to find someone to embroider a four-panel screen. After looking over it, she felt that the finished product was not very satisfactory. .”

Song Yao breathed a sigh of relief as if he had met a savior: "Even if you don't come today, I will go find you!"

From her urgent tone, Jiang Anning heard the key message: Mrs. An is difficult to maintain.

"I……"

Jiang Anning has not done embroidery for a long time, and now she is not very sure about her own level.

Just as she was about to politely refuse, Mrs. An's eyes swept across her body: "Can you embroider on both sides? Let me see how you embroider flowers."

The tone sounded like he was playing with something, making Jiang Anning frown in displeasure.

However, what surprised her even more was how this voice... came to resemble the woman who was with Zhao Yuanshan before?

"What are you doing standing still? Go quickly!"

When Mrs. An urged her in a hurry and displeasure, her voice became more and more similar to the voice of the woman Jiang Anning heard before.

Jiang Anning, who was about to refuse, glanced at Mrs. An with a probing gaze, quickly changed her smile and looked at Song Yao: "Even if it means trouble to Sister Song, please lend me a convenient place."

Song Yao immediately said: "The embroidery room specially prepared for you is always being cleaned."

She led people to the backyard of the embroidery house, and kept asking with her eyes on the way: Is it really okay?

Jiang Anning smiled and gave her a reassuring look.

"I wonder what kind of four screens Mrs. An wants to embroider?"

Jiang Anning pretended to talk to Mrs. An casually, listening to the person's voice carefully.

"My daughter likes cats. I want to give her a four-panel screen with cat scenes on her birthday. Of course, eight-panel screen would be the best."

Mrs. An sounded a little disgusted: "But you, the owner of the embroidery workshop, said that you are too busy to embroider eight fans."

"I wonder in what month is your birthday?"

"July." Mrs. An was a little unhappy.

Jiang Anning said with a little pity: "That's really too late. It's just four doors. It's too late to start doing it at this time."

Mrs. An snorted: "It's not like you people here are useless!"

"Stop talking so much, first let me see if you really have those two brushes. Don't be just another useless embroidered pillow, just lying here to fool me."

Jiang Anning smiled slightly and lowered her eyes to hide her emotions.

She is now basically certain that this Mrs. An is the woman who spoke to Zhao Yuanshan before!

Jiang Anning shifted her gaze to Song Yao, thinking about how to ask people for news about Mrs. An later so as not to appear out of the blue.

(End of this chapter)