The wound was so severe that the wound was still there.

Auntie Zhou looked at his nervous look and couldn't help laughing, "I'm fine."

The Third Prince didn't believe it, and strode over, looking at her left and right, "I just heard you say ouch, come and show me where you're hurt."

Auntie Zhou couldn't do anything about him, so she took out her hand that had just been pricked by a needle and handed it to him, "It was just a prick of the needle."

The Third Prince looked at the small needle hole and felt so distressed, "Don't move, I'll get you some medicine."

After saying that, he turned around and went into the house to get the ointment, then trotted over to apply the ointment to Auntie Zhou and bandage the wound.

Aunt Zhou wanted to pull her hand back, "This kind of minor injury doesn't need to be bandaged."

The Third Prince pulled her hand back, "That won't work, it's bleeding, how can it be called a minor injury."

"Come on, let me bandage you." He said, and immediately bandaged her wound carefully.

Aunt Zhou looked at him with a smile on her face.

She had lived for most of her life, and finally realized what it felt like to be with the person she loved.

In the past, in the palace, she had a stomachache that was unbearable and wanted the emperor to come, but the emperor was in Concubine Wu's palace.

That night, she was in pain all night and called the emperor all night, but he never came.

On the second day, he even ran to her palace angrily to ask for punishment, saying that she was pretending, that she was a jealous woman, and that she couldn't tolerate the three thousand beauties in his harem.

From beginning to end, he never asked her why she had a stomachache, whether she had asked a doctor to see her, and whether the stomachache had eased.

However, none of them worked, and she was finally confined to her room for a month.

Aunt Zhou came back to her senses from her memories, her eyes slightly red.

Seeing her red eyes, the Third Prince was even more heartbroken, and he put his arm around her shoulders and helped her up, saying, "Go into the house and have a good rest, and I won't make this dress anymore."

Aunt Zhou nodded slightly, and the two of them walked into the house together.

The sun gradually set, and as summer and autumn passed, winter was about to come.

The weather in winter was very cold, and every household in the village prepared to store grain.

Du Wanchun also filled the Zhou family's granary.

The rice shop's business was as good as usual, and the Zhou family's account book could receive some silver every day.

Nan Fengling's belly was getting bigger and bigger, and it was estimated that she would give birth after the beginning of spring next year.

Madam Wu's belly also seemed to be getting bigger day by day.

Perhaps because there were more and more happy events in the Zhou family, everyone was refreshed.

Aunt Zhou came into the house with a smile and brought a bowl of cooked pork belly to Nan Fengling.

However, just as she held the bowl in her hand, she suddenly felt her heart twitch, her hands trembled, and the bowl in her hand almost spilled.

Nan Fengling hurried forward to support her and said, "Mom, what's wrong with you?"

Aunt Zhou covered her chest, her face gloomy and said, "It's okay, I just suddenly felt a blockage in my chest."

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a knock on the door outside the courtyard.

Du Wanchun was not at home today, so Aunt Zhou quickly put down the bowl in her hand and turned to the courtyard gate.

She called out to the door, "Who is it?"

A crying voice suddenly came from outside the house, "Mom, it's me."

Aunt Zhou was startled and quickly opened the door, only to see that it was the daughter of Zhou Feng's wife, the Han family.

Han Yaner looked haggard, with tears all over her face, "Mother... Zhou Feng..."

Auntie Zhou quickly helped her up, "Child, don't worry, tell me slowly, what happened to Zhou Feng?"

Han Yaner wiped the tears from her face and said, "Zhou Feng followed the caravan to Beidi to do business a month ago, and then encountered bandits and disappeared..."

"What?" Auntie Zhou felt dizzy and almost fell down after hearing this. No wonder she felt so stuffy in her chest just now, it turned out that Zhou Feng had an accident.

At this time, the third prince happened to come back from outside and quickly took the two of them in.

He first comforted Aunt Zhou, then asked Han Yaner seriously: "Were the ones who kidnapped him bandits? I remember that the guards with Feng'er were all good at fighting, and they should be more than enough to deal with a few bandits."

Han Yaner calmed down at this time, thought for a while and said: "My father said that this matter doesn't seem so simple, it should be the people of the Beidi court who kidnapped him."

"What do the people of Beidi want to do?" The third prince looked worried.

After thinking about it, he slowly stood up and walked towards the courtyard of Madam Wu.

Wei Xun called him over and asked him: "Uncle, what's wrong with you? You look so flustered?"

Madam Wu and Wei Xun have lived in Zhou's house for a year or two.

Just like half a son and half a daughter of the Zhou family.

The Third Prince quickly told Wei Xun about Zhou Feng.

Wei Xun understood immediately. After thinking for a while, he said, "I guess it was my uncle who did it."

The King of Beidi also has a younger brother. This younger brother is rarely in the palace, but he has always coveted the position of the king.

Wei Xun was assassinated before, and it was his uncle who did it.

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