The little girl hides her secrets

Yun Yao was taken aback, looked at Zhao Fengmian strangely, and didn't say much, after all, it was just a matter of adding an extra pair of bowls and chopsticks.

When Yu An came back, he saw Zhao Fengmian in a holy light at a glance. He thought about Yunxiang's beheading tomorrow, and he had a guess in his heart, and his gaze towards Zhao Fengmian became wary.

At the dining table, little Ah Qing stared straight into the stars and kept picking up vegetables for Zhao Fengmian, piling up Zhao Fengmian's bowls into a hill.

Yun Yao patted the back of Xiao Ah Qing's head, indicating that enough is enough and don't cause trouble for others.

Zhao Fengmian watched the interaction between them with complicated eyes. He took a bite of the dish and put it in his mouth, chewing gracefully.

Suddenly, Heidan jumped onto the dining table as quietly as lightning, shook his forefoot, put his face in front of the delicious braised pork and smelled it.

Just as it was about to open its mouth, Yunyao grabbed the back of the neck with his bulging veins and lifted the whole cat up.

She said coldly: "Who told you to serve at the table, can you eat something as greasy as braised pork?"

Also, have you washed your paws that have been buried in shit?
Yun Yao didn't say that, after all, everyone was still eating.

Heidan couldn't understand what Yunyao said, but subconsciously raised the plane's ears. Although the limbs were motionless as if they were sealed, it didn't delay it from making a cry of dissatisfaction.

Yun Yao patted it on the head, carried it to the cat bowl and put it down, signaling it to eat its own food.

Heidan smelled the smell of fresh meat, moved his little nose, and began to eat with big mouthfuls.

Speaking of which, their family has completely raised the black egg into a carnivore.

Yun Yao clapped his hands, continued to go back to the dining table to eat, heaved a long sigh, feeling that the meal was really non-stop.

Hearing this sigh, Zhao Fengmian chuckled uncontrollably, then realized his impoliteness, and hurriedly coughed to cover it up, but his face turned red unnaturally.

After a while, when the meal was finally over, Zhao Fengmian suddenly stood up and helped Yun Yao clean up the dishes.

Yu An glanced at Zhao Fengmian indifferently, and began to put away the dishes, speeding up as if not to be outdone.

Yun Yao was stunned, a little confused, after a while, three people appeared in the kitchen doing dishes side by side.

Yun Yao: .
There is silence in the air, only the sound of ceramics colliding slightly.

Zhao Fengmian suddenly asked: "Madam Yu, you invented the loom, right?"

He still clearly remembered the folding table he saw every day, so when Yun Xiang said that the inventor was Yun Yao, he immediately believed it.

Yun Yao glanced at Zhao Fengmian blankly, and said without hesitation: "No, but I should be the first person to make a loom in Dashao."

With a bang, the bowl in Zhao Fengmian's hand fell to the ground, and it was instantly torn apart.

He froze, showing a pale and apologetic smile and said, "Sorry, I'll clean it up."

Zhao Fengmian was obviously absent-minded, and as soon as he lowered his head, he knocked on the stove. He staggered back a little, reached out to pick up the broken porcelain, and was scratched all at once.

Yun Yao blushed, frowned slightly and said, "Let go, I'll treat your wound."

The wound was really not small, Zhao Fengmian's hands were stained red, Yun Yao went to the west side room to get gauze and medicine, and was about to bandage Zhao Fengmian, but was snatched away by Yu An.

Yu An said with a cold handsome face, "I'll do it."

Yun Yao blinked, knowing that Yu An was jealous, he suddenly burst into laughter, silently thinking that Zhao Fengmian was well injured, and went to the side to clean up the broken porcelain pieces.

Zhao Fengmian clearly saw the interaction between their eyes, and was inexplicably tainted with a warm smile, and said, "Your family is really nice."

It was rare for Yu An to get goose bumps all over his body. He took a step back and bandaged Zhao Fengmian's wound at a distance where he could barely touch Zhao Fengmian, which seemed a bit weird.

Not long after, everything was packed, Zhao Fengmian didn't want to stay any longer, and said goodbye with complicated eyes.

As soon as he walked out of the yard, Yu An chased him out and said, "Don't hurt Yaoyao, she has no evil intentions."

"I know." Zhao Fengmian didn't look back, his face was as pale as paper, and after a long while he managed to say: "Don't worry, Yu Shangshu."

Then he left hastily.

In the dungeon, Yun Xiang kept shouting: "It's not Ben Gong, it's Yun Yao, let Ben Gong go out!"

She yelled heart-piercingly, begging the officials to send out to invite the celestial master from time to time, but no one answered her, and the celestial master never showed up.

Only when she was dragged to the beheading platform the next day did Yun Yao know what was going on.

She followed the turbulent crowd to check, and saw Yun Xiang lying on the stage with his head held down from a distance.

The executioner said: "This person is a demon star who has brought disaster to the country. He not only killed the third child in the womb of Concubine De, but also killed His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and the Second Prince. His Majesty ordered her to be beheaded in public today to protect the peace of the world. "

Yun Xiang was still begging for mercy helplessly, with snot and tears, looking horrible.

When the people heard that she was a demon star, they cursed one after another, and they were all filled with righteous indignation, wishing they could go up and kill Yun Xiang.

A villager in the city who came to sell cloth recognized Yunxiang, and said with some embarrassment, "It's her ability to make a living for our village. How can she be a demon star?"

The person next to him retorted: "This is calculated by Lord Tianshi, why do you refute it. Maybe without her, the village in the city would get rich faster."

The cloth seller choked, thinking it was the same reason, so he stopped rebutting and stared nervously at the beheading platform.

On the high platform of the palace not far away, Zhao Fengmian was standing beside Emperor Shao, looking sadly at the scene below.

Not long after, the beheading time came. The executioner took a sip of wine, sprayed all the wine on the sword, aimed at Yun Xiang's neck expressionlessly, and with one effort, he chopped off Yun Xiang's head easily.

Blood spurted out, and the people below cheered, only Zhao Fengmian's face was as pale as paper.

Emperor Shao showed a sinister smile, and said to the following: "Ren'er, Tian'er, I have avenged you."

Immediately he turned his head and said: "The Heavenly Master has made a great contribution, and I will ask someone to send the reward to the Heavenly Master's Hall in a few days."

Zhao Fengmian knelt down and saluted numbly, and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Shaohuang seemed to let out a bad breath, and he was in a rare mood. He waved his hand and signaled Zhao Fengmian to leave.

Zhao Fengmian's gait was a little unsteady, he staggered out of the palace, went to the back of the Tianshi Hall, and locked himself in the bedroom, not to be disturbed by anyone.

The blood spurted by Yun Xiang was always in his mind, making his head buzz for a while, he would not vent his emotions, and sat silently on the bed alone, from day to night.

The servants came to deliver the food, Zhao Fengmian just said: "Put it on the table."

The servants knew that Zhao Fengmian would not want to see people die, so they quietly withdrew to give Zhao Fengmian time to relax.

However, Zhao Fengmian stood up after the servants left, moved a stool, tied his belt to the beam, and prepared to hang himself.

He knew that he was sorry for his father and the people of Liming. He put his head in his belt, kicked down the stool, and waited for death alone.

However, the sky failed as people wished, a gust of wind came from nowhere in the closed room, and he was photographed from the midair while he was struggling.