The first daughter is poisonous, the lord goes to bed obediently

Chapter 152
Zhao Zhen was slightly stunned, and said with a wry smile: "I have nothing to worry about. In the eyes of everyone, shouldn't I be the same as a useless person?"

Aunt He said: "Third Young Master, I won't hide it from you. In order to ease the relationship with His Royal Highness the Second Prince, Master intends to sacrifice you and send you to Princess Seven."

Zhao Zhen's heart skipped a beat. At first, he didn't believe it.

Then, he figured it out, his family wasn't really his family at all, and he had let them down so many times.This time, they will choose to sacrifice him entirely for the benefit of the family.

However, if he were to go to Gu Linlang's side, compete for favor with other faces, and live a life of humiliation, he would rather die.

After a while, Zhao Zhen looked at Aunt He sincerely: "Aunt He, can you let someone secretly let me go with Han'er?"

Aunt He said in embarrassment: "Third young master, I'm just an aunt and can't make the decision. If the master finds out, I will be punished."

"Besides, if you elope without permission, Master Hou will definitely get angry. When the time comes, he will have someone arrest you and Aunt Han. You really have no chance at all."

"Then what should we do?" Zhao Zhen was very distressed.

"If the third young master can trust me, I can make a small suggestion." Aunt He rolled her eyes, approached him quietly, and said in a low voice: "Actually, Da Furen still cares about you very much. I often hear her talking about you."

"It's painful for her to see you torture herself like this. It's better to let you all be fulfilled. However, she has concerns, so she never came to see you."

"In my opinion, since the eldest lady has been shaken, you might as well take Aunt Han to kneel in front of her door and beg her to agree. Which mother doesn't feel sorry for her son, in this winter, you kneel outside, everyone Madam must have softened her heart, and she might go to Lord Hou and say, let the two of you stay together and fly away."

"So, mother still remembers me." Zhao Zhen murmured, and then, remembering the last time Yun Qianhan stabbed Mrs. Zhao's hairpin in the ancestral hall, he couldn't help asking worriedly: "Is mother still in good health? "

"It's much better. It's just that it's been cold recently, and I've been resting indoors due to the wind and cold." Aunt He comforted, "Are you afraid that she will hold a grudge against Aunt Han? Don't worry too much, Da Furen's heart is as clear as a mirror. I won't take such a small matter to heart."

"Besides, Aunt Han just made a mistake inadvertently. She is kind-hearted, how could she harm the eldest lady. At worst, when you go to kneel outside, explain it to her again."

Zhao Zhen didn't get any news from the outside world for several months, so he didn't know what the current Hou Mansion looked like.

"Then Aunt Lao He, you have to find a way to let me go out, and then take me and Han'er to the mother's room." After thinking about it, he finally nodded. After much deliberation, he felt that what Aunt He said was the most accurate. appropriate.

He believed that as long as he could impress Mrs. Zhao and get Zhao Wuya to agree to their matter, there would be no difficulty.

So, in the heavy snow in winter, Zhao Zhen led the shivering Yun Qianhan to Mrs. Zhao's yard, and knelt down on the several feet of snow.

"Mother, Zhen'er, please help us!" Pieces of snowflakes fell to Zhao Zhen's hair crown and shoulders, but he didn't realize it, and just yelled at the door.

Yun Qianhan also knelt peacefully. Up to now, saving her life is the most important thing, and she has chosen elsewhere.

Inside the house, Mrs. Zhao heard a familiar voice from outside, and moved her sick body hastily.

"Is it Zhen'er?" Mrs. Zhao coughed a few times, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Over the past few months, her cheeks have become thinner and thinner, and now she can faintly see the bones.

"Back to Da Furen, it is the third young master who brought Aunt Han to beg you, and wants you to intercede for them in front of Lord Hou." The maid who was serving by the couch threw her a word coldly, and then gave her an angry Pick up the pillow and put it behind you.

"Zhen'er still wants to get entangled with that evil spirit?" Mrs. Zhao was startled, and her already ugly expression became even uglier.

If Yun Qianhan hadn't stabbed her hairpin back then, she wouldn't be as sick as she is now.She would never allow her precious son to be abducted to the ends of the earth by Yun Qianhan, an evil spirit.

Moreover, Zhao Wuya treats her very badly now. After several months, he hasn't visited her a few times, and he always blames her on Zhao Zhen's matter, and doesn't give her a chance to complain.

Therefore, Mrs. Zhao was very annoyed by Zhao Zhen's ignorant behavior.

"Let him come in and find me!"

The servant girl put on a straight face and advised, "Ma'am, do you want to persuade the third young master to leave Aunt Han?"

"I advise you not to waste your energy. If the third young master could listen to you, he would have listened to you a few months ago. At the beginning, he didn't listen, and now, he won't listen anymore. It will only show that he and Aunt Han are different. How the situation is stronger than Jin Jian. Don't wait, when he comes in, you mother and son will be ashamed."

Mrs. Zhao thought so, and said helplessly: "Forget it, he can kneel if he likes. If he refuses to leave, you go and beat him unconscious and take him back."

Then, she felt very thirsty, so she ordered casually: "Go and get me a glass of water."

However, as if she didn't hear her words, the servant girl arrogantly raised the tea-colored cotton curtain and walked out.

The other maids were also eating melon seeds and chatting outside, or playing cards, making them look like their masters.

Mrs. Zhao couldn't help feeling angry when she saw their attitude, but it had been like this for several months, and it was useless for her to speak harshly to them, so she could only sit down on the bed with tears in silently , went to the table and picked up a yellow flower teapot with a white background, wanting to pour a glass of water to drink.

However, she poured for a long time and only poured out a few drops of water.

With a sound of "boom", Mrs. Zhao was so angry that she threw the teapot on the ground, and the teapot rolled to a stop beside a pair of black satin boots. She looked up at the person coming in astonishment, and asked, "You..."

"You are Young Master Feng?"

Feng Junyao bent down to pick up the teapot, placed it on the table as it was, and said coldly, "That's right, it's me."

"When did you come back to Jinling?" Mrs. Zhao stroked her chest, shrunk her shoulders, and glanced outside the door from the corner of her eyes, "How did you get in? What's the matter with you coming to the Marquis's Mansion?"

"Mrs. Zhao, you ask so many questions, which one should I answer first?" Feng Junyao raised his eyes, stared at her sharply, and then said, "Why don't I ask you a question first?"

"What do you want to know?"

Feng Junyao frowned, as if recalling the past that overwhelmed him, "Back then, were you the one who pushed my mother off the cliff?"

"No!" Mrs. Zhao categorically vetoed it, and said in a flustered look: "Back then, when I was going to offer incense, I met your mother and just happened to come back together."

"I heard that the terrain of Fengya is dangerous. It had just rained and the road was slippery that day, so the carriage she and your sister were riding in accidentally fell off. You know the rest, she will Your sister pulled it up and fell to the bottom of the cliff and died."

"Mrs. Zhao, do you still want to use this kind of rhetoric to fool me?" Feng Yao sneered and said, "I have already found a personal maid who served you in the countryside before, and I asked about it. Back then, after Shangxiang came back, in fact, It was because of you that someone tampered with the wheels of my mother's carriage, which led to the subsequent accident of falling off the cliff."

Mrs. Zhao's eyes were wide open, and she was speechless for a long while.

She knew that after Feng Junyao learned the truth about Feng Xinyan's death, he would not let her go.Whether she is alive or dead, she will have a bleak end.

Therefore, she also saw through it, and slowly calmed down.

"Since you already know, why are you still asking me?"

Feng Junyao tried his best to restrain his excitement, suppressed the anger in his eyes, and said: "You don't have a deep relationship with my mother, and you don't have any festivals. How could you want to put her to death for no reason? There must be someone behind this. And You come from a noble family, and there are not many people who can command you."

"Your old lady has always taken good care of you. Eight or nine are inseparable from ten, and she ordered you."

"I know that she has secretly colluded with His Highness the Second Prince for a long time. But His Highness the Second Prince was still young, so it was impossible for him to deliberately target my mother. It could only be someone else."

"Tell me, apart from His Royal Highness the Second Prince, who else does Mrs. Zhao belong to?"

"So, what you want to ask is this..." Mrs. Zhao laughed dryly, then shook her head, "Unfortunately, the old lady won't tell me everything, and I don't know who else is with her. Together."

As the words fell, the anger in Feng Junyao's eyes became more and more intense, and it almost burst out, swallowing Mrs. Zhao.

Looking at her expression and recalling the old lady Zhao's usual behavior, Feng Junyao felt that what she said did not seem to be false, and she couldn't find anything if she asked again.

"Mrs. Zhao, don't you want to drink water? I'll give it to you."

Feng Junyao took out a thin porcelain bottle from his sleeve, pulled out the red cork, pointed the whole bottle of poison at Mrs. Zhao's mouth, and poured it down.

Mrs. Zhao kicked her legs and struggled, but it was in vain.

Bitter poison rolled in her throat, and she suddenly felt desolate in her heart.Unexpectedly, before she died, no relatives came to see her off.

"Zhen'er...Zhen'er..." Zhao Zhen outside was still calling out, and when she heard Zhao Zhen's voice, a few big teardrops slid down her cheeks.

She really wanted to see Zhao Zhen, but it was too late, she vomited a big mouthful of blood on the ground, and then fell unconscious.

When the maid returned to the house, Feng Junyao had already left.

Seeing Mrs. Zhao lying on the ground, the servant girl covered her mouth in horror and screamed: "It's not good, the eldest lady was pissed off by the third young master!"

A stone stirred up a thousand waves, and her cry attracted the other maids, and then, everyone from the Zhao family rushed here.

Yun Qianhan's body couldn't help trembling, looking back, he hugged Zhao Zhen's arm helplessly, "Third Young Master, what shall we do?"

(End of this chapter)