Qingluo Jinghe

Chapter 57

"Aunt Zihui joined the Imperial Hospital, will she go out with the army in the future?" The imperial decree of the captain Feng Yuhu had already been sent to the Qing Mansion, and Qing Ye had just talked to the Queen about the past, and when he came out of the palace, he saw Zi Hui.

"His Royal Highness said that everything is according to my wishes..." Zihui paused for a moment, then continued, "It would be best if there were no more wars and displacements."

Qingye understood Zihui's meaning, silently nodded, saluted and went back to the mansion outside the palace: "Aunt Zihui, I'll go back to the mansion first."

When they left the palace gate, the sedan chairs from Qingpu and Qingfu had been waiting for a long time.

"Ye Zi, the road ahead is somewhat blocked, why don't you get out of the sedan chair and walk back to the residence with me." Qing Ye was thinking of something in the sedan chair, Qingpu's voice came in from outside the sedan chair.

Dazed for a moment, Qingye came down from the sedan chair, and saw a shop in front of him was in chaos for a while, Qingpu, who was riding in front, had already dismounted, and led the horse and walked forward slowly.

"Young Master and Miss, there is a gambling house in front of it. It has just been built these days. It seems that someone owes money, and the creditor is demanding money."

The guards sent by Qingpu to investigate reported the reason for the crowd ahead. Out of the caution of those practicing martial arts, Qingpu and Qingye still did not dare to relax, passed through the crowd, and hurried back to the general's mansion.

After the two returned to the mansion, the general's mansion was quite lively, and there was a lot of celebration from top to bottom.

Ordinary people in Jingzhao City only know that there are many happy events in the General's Mansion, but they don't know that Jingzhao City was far more lively than this place a year ago...

On the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, just three days before the New Year's Eve, Yao Fengzhi's wife, Ye Yumeng, died amidst the peaceful and prosperous Jingzhao City.

"Husband, don't inform the eldest son, so as not to affect the eldest son's career at such a time."

"A-Jiao, how many times have I told you that you are the only wife in my heart..."

Yao Fengzhi was indeed still panicking at this time, even though he was looking forward to Ye Yumeng's death, he knew that he couldn't write two words of "Ye" in one stroke, and the current empress might not blame herself for Ye Yumeng's death.

"Now that Ye Yumeng is dead, you are the only hostess in the mansion. No matter how Yao Xi is, he is still a son. When will he be the son of Ajiao?"

"Husband..."

"A-Jiao, let me go to the study and fix a book." Yao Fengzhi was not in the mood to deal with the mess after Ye Yumeng's death, so he planned to invite Mr. Yao back to his residence, but he still did not forget to comfort Zheng Jiao, "You and Don't worry..."

"Now that your elder brother is an official, it is impossible for the old man to disagree with you as the wife of my Yao mansion. I will welcome you into the mansion again sometime later!"

Yao Fengzhi sent the letter and returned to Zheng Jiao's side, "A-Jiao, from now on, no one can hinder you and me, are you happy?"

"Husband..."

"But, husband, can you go to Ye's house to report the funeral?"

"Send someone to write a letter, and now Ye Guanghui is nothing more than a commoner. If the emperor didn't remember the old kindness, there would be no such big mansion for him to live in."

Yao Fengzhi also had a long-standing grudge against the Ye family, and he didn't dare to retaliate before the Ye family collapsed, so why would he have any scruples now?

"Husband, Mrs. Ye..."

"How could she be considered Mrs. Yao's mansion? She is just a dead person. Why should Gillian respect her so much?"

"Husband, she... the dead are the most important, but this is the New Year's Eve, and this mourning filial piety is displayed in Jingzhao City..."

Zheng Jiao hesitated to speak, but the meaning was self-evident, Yao Fengzhi didn't even frown, and said, "Everyone in the city celebrates the festive season, she is a commoner, how can she bring bad luck to the whole city?"

"My husband's words are very true." Zheng Jiao got a satisfactory answer, leaning against Yao Fengzhi's arms and smiling all over her face.

"So, Madam, do you know how to satisfy your husband?"

During the daytime and the funeral, there was no sign of respect from these two people.They didn't eat lunch until the candles were lit, and the two drank a mouthful of soup, and then extinguished the candles.

(End of this chapter)