Is Shizi ill today?

Chapter 1267

Xi Zhu raised his head and met the smile on the man's face.

"If this son is really dead, do you plan to die for love?"

Zhao Zheng raised his eyebrows.

He thought she was losing face and would not admit it.

But the next moment, she nodded.

"Well, I will die with you!"

Zhao Zheng froze for a moment, the smile on his face froze.

But somewhere in my heart was pulled hard.

Looking at the woman in his arms, this is his wife, who is willing to live and die with him...

The stubborn, cold and distant woman appeared in his mind.

It faintly coincides with the figure of the woman in his arms.

It turned out that she had never changed.

Zhao Zheng raised his hand, held her in his arms, buried his head in her neck, and smelled the scent that belonged to her alone. This is his wife, and she will be the mother of his child in the future. From now on, they will live a good life , Make a good home.

Thinking of this, he felt comfortable in his heart, an expectation he had never had before.

"Then I can't let myself die."

He said sullenly.

Xizhu noticed that he was unusually close and tender that night, and was a little dazed in her heart.

But she knew that she liked the two of them getting along like this.

If he is willing to give her a chance, she must hold on tight!

"My son—"

An abrupt voice sounded.

Xizhu moved his body, trying to get out of Zhao Zheng's embrace.

But Zhao Zheng hugged her tightly and didn't let go, he just raised his head and looked at the person coming.

Steward Bi saw the person in his arms, and immediately opened his mouth in surprise: "Shi, Shi Zifei..."

Xizhu was a little shy, and nodded to Butler Bi.

"I'm worried, let's take a look."

Butler Bi couldn't know what she was thinking.

He has always been worried that Shizi's temperament is too cold, and he will be alone in the future.

But looking at these two now, he felt relieved.

"My lord, this is not a place to talk, the tent has already been set up over there."

After speaking, he lifted his foot and left.

Zhao Zheng took Xizhu's hand, squeezed it, and looked at her: "It's all right, we'll go back tomorrow morning."

Xizhu nodded lightly, let him lead her, and walked towards the faint fire in the distance.

Lights went out!
Shen Qianqiao stood in the ancestral hall, staring at the tablet in a daze.

"An Guo Temple has my ever-burning lantern. If that goes out one day, I will never appear in front of your eyes again!"

"This is the last time, after tonight I will return him to you!"

Shen Qianqiao's fingers hanging by her side tightly grasped her clothes, and her breathing was a bit difficult.

"The patroness."

A monk in cassock came in.

Shen Qianqiao put her hands together quickly: "Master, this lamp..."

"Everything happens for a reason, everything happens for a reason."

Shen Qianqiao was startled for a moment, wondering what she meant, her eyes gradually blurred.

"The person the benefactor is waiting for will return soon."

"Thank you, Master."

Shen Qianqiao stood up, glanced at the memorial tablet, walked over to light a stick of incense, and knelt down on the futon again.

I never thought of wanting you to die, but I also want Ah Jing to be well.

"I don't hate you, even if I remember those things, I don't hate you long ago."

Shen Qianqiao stood up and put the incense on the incense burner, staring at the tablet for a while.

After a while, she looked away.

Walk out of the Buddhist hall, and walk out of the yard with Xizhu.

"Miss, the vegetarian food here tastes pretty good. I'm going back tomorrow. Let's have another meal today."

Shen Qianqiao stopped suddenly, staring at the monk in gray cassock who was sweeping the floor.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?"

Shen Qianqiao raised her foot and walked over.

(End of this chapter)