Tyrant, he wants to spoil me

Chapter 442 The Death of Madam Zhao

"As long as Zhao Xiqin dies, I will take revenge, and you, Zhao Wuyang, will be free. It's a win-win situation. Why not do it?"

The boy's voice was gloomy.

Zhao Wuyang twirled the little red umbrella, ignored him, and walked towards Zhao's residence bouncing around.

After walking three steps, she suddenly turned her head and said with a smile like a flower, "Okay!"

……

Because he was about to go north to Chang'an, Su Jiu stayed with the old lady at Songshouyuan these days.

The old man was very reluctant to part with her, so he hugged her in his arms and smoothed the broken hair on her forehead, "I don't know what kind of temperament your grandma has, whether she treats you well...but our Xiaojiu looks good and has a good temperament, she Is there any reason not to like it?"

Su Jiu leaned in her arms, with reluctance in his eyes, "Grandmother, I was still fantasizing about what Chang'an would look like a few days ago, but when I think about leaving soon, I really feel a little bit reluctant..."

"Don't be afraid, when spring comes, your uncle will be transferred to Chang'an, and your grandmother's family will also move there. At that time, we will be able to get close again!"

The old lady smiled reassuringly.

Outside the hall, Xiao Tingchen stood silently under the eaves.

These days, as soon as he appeared on any occasion, Su Xiaojiu would leave immediately.

In order to hear her voice more, he could only hide outside the house.

The cold wind was blowing, Shuang Jiang hurried over holding the post.

Before entering, Xiao Tingchen stopped her first, "What's in your hand?"

"Post! It's from the Zhao family. Tomorrow is the Lantern Festival. Mr. Zhao is asking Miss to go out to watch the lanterns!"

Xiao Tingchen remained calm, "I will hand it over to her for you."

"Alright!"

Frostfall was defenseless.

The Shangyuan Festival in the south of the Yangtze River is even more lively than New Year's Eve.

The banks of the Qinhuai River are full of lanterns, and all kinds of lanterns stretch as far as the eye can see, shining like a sea of ​​lights.

Tourists are bustling, the streets are full of shadows and clothes, and there are rows of painted boats moored on the riverside, and the unique pipa music in the south of the Yangtze River is swaying.

Lu Cunwei couldn't wait to board the painting boat, wanting to get close to the flower girl in Jiangnan, but Zhou Baojin cut him off halfway, crying and yelling that he was not allowed to get close to other girls.

Xu Nuanyue leaned behind Tianxiangyin's carved railing, looked across the south of the Yangtze River, and looked northwest, because that was where she would eventually go.

Zhou Fengxian, Ah Man and the others reserved a private seat in the Begonia Pavilion, punching and drinking while blushing.

Everywhere is lively.

Su Jiu still stayed in Jiangheting's embroidery building, quietly flipping through the scrolls.

The laughter in the city can be heard far outside the window, making this place even more peaceful.

Shuang Jiang came in with bird's nest porridge, and said with a smile: "Miss is a gentle person, all the girls in the mansion have gone out to look at the lights, but you still have to read at home. Even if Mr. Zhao invites you, you don't go out."

Su Jiu stopped flipping the book.

She looked up in surprise, "Master Zhao asked me out?"

"It's Zhao Shen, the one in the wheelchair! He sent someone to deliver the post, and asked Miss to go to the riverside to look at the lights in the suburbs of the city. Miss, you didn't miss the post, did you?! Fifth Young Master said he would give it to you..."

Su Jiu didn't have the slightest impression.

Xiao Tingchen never came to look for her!
She was angry with Xiao Tingchen, so she had to say: "You go to the riverside in the suburbs yourself. If Zhao Shen is still there, you can apologize to him and say that I can't go—that's all, I'd better go!"

When Su Jiu took the carriage to the outskirts of the city, an imperial decree arrived at Xie's mansion.

The general idea is that in the several wars against Beiliang, Xie Rongzhi made great achievements, but in the end he sacrificed his life for the country, which is worthy of singing and tears. Therefore, he was posthumously named Marquis of Wu'an, which can be hereditary.

Xie Rongjing accepted the order numbly.

The eunuch who came to deliver the decree was from Concubine Xie Guifei.

He said respectfully: "The imperial concubine cried for three days in the palace when she learned that the eldest son died in battle. She passed on a message that the servant must bring the second son back to Beijing. The empress said that she must take good care of the second son and not call After the Xie family is gone."

Xie Rongjing held the imperial decree tightly, expressionless.

In the backyard, Xiao Peilan described it as haggard.

Her child is gone...

They are all in adult form, but they still bleed...

It's all her fault. If she had stopped Zhi at the beginning, how could he have died in battle?
If she was stronger, how could their child be lost?
Blame her, blame her for being useless...

Tears rolled down, she grabbed the brocade quilt so tightly that she didn't even cry.

She didn't get up to dress until the tears were dry.

Trace eyebrows and black lips.

Wearing a wedding dress, the red is dazzling.

She didn't disturb any servants, and walked to the pond alone with a lamp.

The embroidered shoes overflowed with water in the pool, freezing to the bone.

The cold wind in the middle of the night rolled up her black hair, and she faced the darkness with a smile like a flower, "Zhi, walk slowly on the road to Huangquan... I came to look for you, and in the next life, I will marry you..."

The wedding dress is like blood, and lotus grows every step of the way.

The pool of water finally overflowed the top of her hair.

……

Zhao Mansion, Baoxiang Pagoda.

Zhao Wuyang stood in front of the ice coffin.

The man in the ice coffin was handsome and handsome, as if he had never died but was just sleeping.

"The coffin made of thousand years of ice is really powerful."

She sighed and dragged the man out of the ice coffin without emotion.

The moment he left the ice coffin, the man's face quickly aged, and soon turned into an ugly dry bone.

Zhao Wuyang threw the dead bones on the ground, wiped his hands casually, "Carry the ice coffin down."

"Miss?"

The guards were shocked.

Zhao Wuyang frowned, "Can't you understand me?!"

The guards didn't dare to say more, so they had to do as they said.

Zhao Wuyang followed them to leave the Baoxiang Pagoda, even his steps were joyful.

She had already sent someone to intercept her eldest brother's body halfway. She wanted to keep him in an ice coffin and wait day and night.

In this world,
What could be more important than her light?
……

Mrs. Zhao is very well dressed tonight.

A woman over forty years old, with an exquisite figure and a radiant brilliance, her round face is bright and shy like a girl's.

She came to Baoxiang Pagoda alone and stopped outside the room where the ice coffin was placed.

She knocked on the door timidly, "Husband, I will come to see you tonight on the Lantern Festival... The first time we meet is also on the Lantern Festival!"

It was quiet inside.

"Sir, I'm coming in."

With a gentle voice, she slowly opened the door.

As far as the eye could see, it was an ugly dead bone.

The woman was dazed for a long time, then suddenly screamed!
The moment she screamed, the entire Baoxiang Pagoda began to explode!
The explosion resounded throughout Jinling!

The guards carrying the ice coffin let go of their hands in fright, and looking back, the entire Baoxiang Pagoda collapsed suddenly, and the raging fire engulfed everything, and the fire light illuminated half of the sky!

Shi Shi, who came over with glutinous rice balls, was terrified, "Madam...Madam is still inside! Hurry up, save Madam!"

She threw away the tray and ran to the fire tower like moths to a flame.

The Zhao residence was in chaos, and everyone was busy pouring water to put out the fire.

In the chaos of people coming and going, Zhao Wuyang tilted his head innocently.

The little face was full of indifference.

I don’t know how many explosives were buried in the Baoxiang Pagoda, and the explosions continued, which were deafening and could be heard ten miles away.

On the outskirts of Jinling, Xiao Tingchen stood quietly by the river.

He listened to the continuous sound of explosions, admiring the stars in the water with great interest, "The explosion of the Baoxiang Pagoda was created by me and your sister. It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, but I, Xiao Tingchen, am not a gentleman. I think it's too late. On New Year's Eve, she blew up the Cao Gang, and on Lantern Festival, I blew up her nest. Zhao Shen, what do you think?"

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