Chapter 325 Cry if you feel uncomfortable It was

approaching dusk, and the sunset reflected the sky, stained with a golden halo.

The sun was setting, and crows were crying.

Wei Zhao let her sit on his lap, and gently stroked the girl's back with his palm.

Yu Tingwan buried her head in Wei Zhao's chest. Through the cloth, she could still hear his familiar and steady heartbeat. It seemed to relieve her troubled mood that was almost suffocated by the airtightness.

She didn't dare to close her eyes, because once she closed her eyes

, there would be fire all over the sky. The flames seemed to devour everything and then drown her.

"I should have died that year."

Her voice was low and hoarse.

With obvious fragility, she was no longer as calm and composed as she was in front of others.

"If my father had saved my mother first, and I was the one who got into trouble. Then they would still be alive in this world, and they could still accompany each other until the end of their lives, and live a stable life. Just... just pretend that I had never appeared."

The girl in his arms was trembling.

The weather was not actually cold, but she was shivering violently.

Wei Zhao's eyes were gloomy, and he hugged her tighter.

"Don't talk nonsense."

"Death is like the extinguishing of a lamp, and the living are often more tormented. Your father-in-law and mother-in-law treat you as their own child. If they see you in trouble, they will probably never get over it in this life."

"You are very good. How can the child they raise be bad? Don't belittle yourself."

"Your appearance is a gift to them, and they cherish you. When your father-in-law sent you out of the sea of ​​fire, he and mother-in-law were relieved. They will not regret it at the last moment of the world. The only thing that worries them is that their Yaoyao will have no one to protect him in the future. What should they do?"

When Yu Tingwan heard this, she couldn't hold back her tears.

She clutched Wei Zhao's collar tightly and cried out.

Wei Zhao lowered his head: "You and I have never been parents, so maybe we can't experience it firsthand."

Wei Zhao had heard Yu Tingwan mention it.

Her name was given by a scholar who Yu Jingcheng asked to set up a stall on the street to support his family and sell calligraphy and paintings and write letters to make money.

At that time, the scholar gave five or six names in one breath, but Yu Jingcheng chose the word Tingwan at first sight.

This means that after working hard to govern, one will achieve great

things later in life. Wei Zhao thought that Yu Jingcheng felt that these two words were poetic and had expectations for Yu Tingwan.

He didn't want her to be like other girls, trapped in the daily necessities of life just to get married and have children. She should live a different world

. But now Wei Zhao realized that he thought too much.

These two words are actually very simple.

Yu Jingcheng is a man from the escort agency and has always acted simply.

These two words mean a lot to him.

He may not understand the scholar's explanation of these two words.

For Yu Jingcheng.

Ting.

It means hearing crying.

Wan. It means

seeing a child who was abandoned and crying in the forest at night.

Wei Zhao whispered: "But you say, is this their greatness?"

The girl's tears were crystal clear but like a dam bursting, and she couldn't stop it.

Wei Zhao sighed slightly and kissed her hair.

"Cry."

"Cry if you feel uncomfortable."

Wei Zhao: "Your husband will accompany you."

The carriage arrived at the Shunguo Mansion. After going around, it entered from the side door and went directly to Lan Garden. It was already dark.

But the people in the carriage did not come out.

Shunzi and Tan Jiang would not urge them.

Qing Ya, who wanted to urge them, was grabbed by Shunzi's neck.

They both retreated.

After walking away, Shunzi lowered his head and warned the struggling Qing Ya.

"Be honest, if you cause trouble as soon as you come back, you will see how the general will deal with you!"

He was about to leave, but found that Tan Jiang was still following him.

"What's wrong?"

Shunzi saw that she was hesitant to speak: "Do you have anything to say?"

Tan Jiang couldn't ask Rong Di directly if he had come back.

"Why didn't I see Fu Meng?"

Shunzi didn't doubt him.

"It's estimated to arrive tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

After all, such a huge creature was afraid of scaring the people and causing chaos on the way back to the capital,

so it took the official road. It had to pass through many cities and checkpoints. Unlike the small blue crow, it flew back directly.

Shunzi: "You know Fu Meng's temper, he is too arrogant. It's also fortunate that Rong Di accompanied him this time, although he couldn't control his tiger temper. If it were any other Wei family army, I don't know how many troubles would have happened along the way."

Tan Jiang got the answer she wanted.

It was estimated that half an incense stick had passed before Wei Zhao carried the girl down the carriage. After

crying hard, the girl had fallen asleep. The corners of her eyes were red and swollen, and her face was wet. But it was obvious that she didn't sleep well, and her brows were tightly furrowed.

Wei Zhao directly carried her back to the house, put her on the bed, wiped her face, sat at the head of the bed and gently smoothed the girl's frown.

His eyes became lighter and darker. He stood up and walked out, telling Tan Jiang to pay attention to the room first, and then went to the study to take the backlog of official business back to deal with it.

"General."

A dark shadow flashed outside the study.

Wei Jiajun knelt in front of him and presented something with both hands: "This is a letter sent by the Prince of Yan to you."

Wei Zhao lowered his eyes.

He didn't even want to read it. It was probably another cry of poverty.

"He also asked me to bring a message."

Well, Ying Fuyan guessed that Wei Zhao didn't want to read the letter.

"Go ahead."

"When will those money-losing businesses under his name be profitable if you take over?"

Wei Zhao:...

He didn't want to say anything, his face was gloomy.

The sky was dark, and his voice was particularly cold.

"Does he, Ying Fuyan, really think I'm a cash cow?"

The money allocated by the account office every month is enough for Ying Fuyan to cultivate the power below.

Wei Jiajun gritted his teeth: "There is another thing, the Prince of Yan asked me to give it to you last."

He took out another rolled-up drawing.

It was a bit heavy and difficult to unfold in the hand.

Wei Zhao took it into the study, unfolded it on the floor, and after seeing what was inside...

Ying Fuyan trusted him and gave him the list of officials that he had gradually gathered in the past few years, indicating that these people could be trusted and used by Wei Zhao.

Wei Zhao looked over and was surprised to see that there was the fourth prince Ying Cheng. The prince whose mother was of low status and whose presence was not valued by the emperor.

These lists did not take up much space.

On the paper were more of the forces under the names of the second prince Ying Zhi and the fifth prince Ying Yin, the officials who had surrendered to them, and the shameful things that the two had done over the years. There

were also more than a dozen secret rooms where treasures were hidden under the names of the two people that Wei Zhao was most interested in.

Each one was recorded in great detail.

I think Ying Fuyan had collected them bit by bit over the years despite his illness. It saved him the trouble to check.

Wei Zhao took a look and remembered it all in his heart. He rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Allow the money allocated to Ying Fuyan to give the account office an extra 100 taels per month."

"General."

At this moment, Shunzi's respectful voice came from outside.

"Prince Xiao is here."

Wei Zhao put the things away slowly.

Shunzi: "He said he wanted to treat you to a drink."

Wei Zhao took a large stack of official documents and went out. As soon as he walked out of the study, he saw Xiao Huaiyan being stopped by the Wei family army in the distance.

Xiao Huaiyan waved at him.

He actually wanted to come to Wei Zhao a long time ago. Unfortunately, Wei Zhao had just returned to the East Palace when something happened.

So the two of them didn't have a good time to reminisce.

He had too many things to say.

"Wei Zhao!"