Dou Zhao felt that he might not be able to live long.[]

The older generation often says that dreams of dying, and dreams of dying.

These days she always dreamed that she was back when she was a child, sitting under a shelf full of wisteria flowers, waving her two fat calves, and her white and fat wet nurse was feeding her.

The wind blew, and the falling wisteria flowers crammed together, and the sounds of the wisteria flowers roared, like a group of girls whispering together.

She found it interesting, ran over with a smile, grabbed a vine, and grabbed a blooming wisteria flower.

The wet nurse chased after her: "Miss Four, be good, after eating this bite of rice, Master Qi will come back from the capital. At that time, he will bring a lot of delicious food and beautiful shoes and socks to Miss Four..."

She didn't even look at her wet nurse, avoided the silver spoon that the wet nurse reached out, grabbed another vine and grabbed the wisteria flower.

A crisp and pleasant woman's voice came from his ears: "What? Miss Four is disobedient again?"

When the wet nurse heard this voice, she immediately turned around and bent her knees to express a blessing in the direction of her speech, and respectfully shouted "Grandma Seven".

She pinched the wisteria flower and rushed over: "Mom, mom..."

The young woman hugged her gently.

She gave her mother the wisteria flower in her hand like a treasure.

The spring sunshine shone on the red golden stroll between my mother's hair and the bright red golden sleeve jacket on the ground, reflecting dazzling light. My mother's body seemed to be coated with a layer of gold foil, making her eyes irritated, and her mother's face melted into the golden halo, making her unable to see her expression clearly.

"Mom, mom..." She suppressed the sourness in her eyes, raised her head high, trying to see her mother clearly.

But my mother's face became more and more blurred.

A little maid ran over and said happily: "Grandma Qi, Master Qi is back from the capital!"

"Really!" The mother stood up in surprise and joy, lifted her skirt and ran out.

She chased after her with two short and fat legs: "Mom, mom!"

But my mother was walking faster and faster, and was about to disappear into the spring.[]

She became anxious and shouted loudly at her mother's excited back: "Mom, mom, daddy didn't come back alone, he also brought a woman! She will take your wife's position and force you to go desperate and hang yourself..."

But for some reason, this crucial sentence was repeatedly lingering in her mind, her tongue was lingering, and she couldn't make any sound. She could only watch her mother's figure gradually disappearing from her sight.

She was anxious and ran around looking for her mother.

In the white light, there are groups of adults quarreling endlessly.

She ran over.

While pulling away the crowd, he asked anxiously: "Did you see my mother? Have you seen my mother?"

They were all concerned about quarrels, and no one paid attention to her.

Where did Mother go?

She looked around in a daze.

Suddenly I saw a flower hall covered with colorful glass on the inner fan. The door was half-closed, as if someone was shaking.

Is my mother hiding there?

She ran over happily and pushed away the inner fan with a "squeak".

Half a big red and gold-covered Hunan skirt was shaking in the air, under the skirt, two feet were exposed, one was wearing only snow-white silk socks, and the other was wearing big red silk-face embroidered shoes with mandarin ducks playing in the water...

She screamed loudly and woke up from her dream in sweat.

The purpose is still the familiar octagonal palace lantern, standing quietly in the corner of the wall, emitting bright and gentle brilliance.

There was a quiet moment in the room, and the eldest maid Cui Leng was sitting on the little mattress at the head of the bed, taking a nap.

Dou Zhao took a deep breath.

It turned out that the scream was also in a dream!

She suppressed the panic in her heart.

When I was sick, my family was overwhelmed, especially a few maids who served me intimately. They took turns day and night and didn't dare to blink for a moment. I guess they were very tired.[]

Dou Zhao did not alarm Cui Leng. Looking at the lights in the corner of the wall, he couldn't help but think of the dream he had just come.

She was only one year and eleven months old when her mother died. She remembered nothing. If her mother's loyal servant Tuo Niang found her later, she would not even know how her mother died, so how could she know these details?

It can be seen that this is all made up by her thinking about something every day and dreaming about it every night. After hearing Tuo Niang's words, she took it for granted!

Dou Zhao felt depressed, unable to breathe, and couldn't help but turn over.

The rustling sound of friction between clothes seemed particularly clear and loud in this quiet night.

Cui Leng was immediately awakened, thinking that she was asleep while on night, she shouted "Madam" in panic.

Dou Zhao smiled at her comfortingly and said, "I'm a little thirsty."

"I'll pour you tea now." Cui Leng jumped up, sighed and felt relieved.

Dou Zhao took a sip of hot tea and asked her: "What time is it now? Is the Marquis back?"

"Just after midnight." Cui Leng said, "Marty, I'm not back yet." He seemed very nervous.

Dou Zhao's eyes couldn't help but sink.

She went to her aunt's house on Double Ninth Festival - Wei Yanzhen, the wife of Prince Jingguo, and suffered a cold when she was enjoying chrysanthemums at the mansion of Wei Yanzhen, and then she felt a little fever. At first, no one cared about it, including Dou Zhao. She thought that it would be cured by taking a few medicines from the imperial doctor. Who knew that after a few medicines, the disease not only did not recover, but was even worse. She was bedridden ten days ago. The family was panicked and invited the doctor, performed rituals, and worshiped the Bodhisattva. The trouble was so chaotic. Her husband, Wei Tingyu, Hou Jining, even asked the maid to set up a bed through the screen, rested there every night, serving her tea.

Yesterday afternoon, Wang Qinghai, the fourth master of Ting'an Hou's family, came to find Wei Tingyu. The two were outside for a long time. Wei Tingyu used the excuse to go out for dinner with Wang Qinghai, but he has not come back yet.

Wang Qinghai, whose courtesy name is Dahe, and he and Wei Tingyu came from the family of nobles. They grew up together and liked to ride and shoot and Cuju. They had a very good relationship and often played polo, Cuju, hunt, and horse racing together. If it were normal, Dou Zhao would definitely not care and continued to sleep with her. But half a month ago, Wang Qinghai's father-in-law, Zhou Shaochuan, was confiscated by the emperor for his greed and was imprisoned in the imperial prison. He was running around for his father-in-law, and she was afraid that Wei Tingyu would also get involved.

"You ask the old lady on duty in the second gate to go to the outer courtyard to see if the marquis rested in the study." Dou Zhao said worriedly, "If the marquis is not in the study, just say to the person on duty in the front gate, and the marquis will ask him to go back to the room as soon as he comes back."

Cui Leng left in response.

But in just a cup of tea, she hurriedly turned back: "Madam, the Marquis is back!" She said, her tone paused slightly, and added, "Madam has just returned from outside, and as soon as she came back, she went straight to the wife's room."

"I understand." Dou Zhao struggled to sit up.

Cui Leng was about to help her re-sell, but Wei Tingyu had already entered the inner room.

Although he was over thirty years old, Wei Tingyu did not look listless like those Dukes and Marquis Boqing, who lived as well as his life, either because of his alcohol and sex, or because of his pampered and generous belly. He was tall and upright, with handsome and elegant facial features, quick movements, and full of vitality in his every move. His spirit was even better than when he was young. At first glance, he was only twenty-five or six years old, and he was a famous handsome man in Kyoto.

Seeing Dou Zhao sitting in his clothes, he said in surprise: "Why haven't you been sleeping yet?"

Dou Zhao asked, "What's wrong with Mr. Wang looking for the marquis?"

"Oh!" Wei Tingyu's eyes dodged a little, "It's nothing, I'm just feeling depressed, I'm asking me to have a drink..."

"Mr. Marquis!" Dou Zhao couldn't help but raise his voice and interrupted Wei Tingyu without hesitation, "Second Master Wang is here to ask for help from the Marquis? Has the Marquis ever thought carefully about why Uncle Dongping was imprisoned? If the Marquis wade into this muddy water, what trouble would there be to get angry? Even if the Marquis doesn't pity me, his mother-in-law is old and the few children are still young, will the Marquis ignore them?"

"Don't always treat me like a three-year-old child." Wei Tingyu smiled, "Dongping Bo just said a few nonsense after drinking, touching the emperor's rebellious scales, and then he was sent to the imperial prison. Not to mention me, who doesn't know even if it's Manchu Kyoto? Don't worry, I have my own opinions on this matter and will not drag you and the children down." His tone was quite perfunctory.

The emperor is the great treasure who has passed the palace transformation, and he is most concerned about others discussing this matter privately. The so-called Dongpingbo’s nonsense after drinking may have arisen.

A couple who have been with more than ten years, Dou Zhao knows the temperament of Wei Tingyu.

When he said this, Dou Zhao was even more worried and insisted on Wei Tingyu giving her a promise: "...You will not interfere with anything related to the Zhou family!"

Wei Tingyu was so angry that she said it gradually became unhappy and said unhappy: "What do you mean? Dahe is my best friend. If he has something to do now, I will sit still. Is that still a person?" Then he mocked, "Fortunately Dahe didn't ask me to beg for my father-in-law, otherwise, wouldn't you want to capsize with me!"

Dou Zhao's father Dou Shiying was a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy and a young minister of the Zhanshi Mansion. He was only a fourth rank, but he was highly valued by the emperor. He was often summoned to the palace by the emperor to give lectures to the prince and the princes.

Listening to these heart-killing words, she was so angry that she almost turned her back.

Wei Tingyu couldn't help feeling guilty when he saw it and whispered: "Do you know what Dahe is asking me for?" As he said that, he couldn't help but angrily, "That dog thief Song Mo actually put Miss Thirteen and Miss Fourteen in the room!"

Dou Zhao was shocked: "Where is Mrs. Zhou?"

"It's also in the mansion." Wei Tingyu said as if he was a mosquito, with an awkward look.

Dou Zhao took a deep breath.

Mrs. Zhou is the second wife of Dongpingbo, the niece of Cao Jie, the commander of Miyun Guard. She is only 32 years old this year and has an outstanding appearance. Miss thirteen and fourteen of the Zhou family are a pair of sisters produced by Mrs. Zhou. She is better than blue than blue. Before she can finish her career, the person who proposed marriage has already broken the threshold.

"He abandoned his virtue and li like this and acted against the trend. The emperor didn't care?"

Wei Tingyu sneered: "He killed his father and brother, and the emperor only fined him three years of salary, waived his official position, and made him commit crimes and make meritorious service. Do you think the emperor would blame him for this matter?"

Dou Zhao was silent.

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