"What? Dong Zhiyuan is dead?!" Ji Zishan just recovered from his lively spirit and learned the news from General Mu Huaiqian. She was so surprised that her chin almost dropped. "What's the reason? Why did he... die suddenly?!"

Mu Huaiqian pursed the corners of his lips and said with a slightly gloomy expression: "I heard... I'm drowned."

After all, they were classmates and friends who grew up together. Even though there was a rift later, Mu Huaiqian felt quite sad when he heard the bad news of his premature death.

"Drowned?" Ji Zishan tried hard to calm down, "Is that... killed or suicide?"

Mu Huaiqian frowned slightly and pondered: "The Dong family did not report the case. It seems that it was not murdered by the criminal. The Dong family said that... they fell into the water without being careful and fell into the water. They were unable to treat it, so they lost their lives... As far as I know, Zhiyuan knows a little bit of water and knows some martial arts. Even if he really fell into the water, he would not drown directly, unless he was..."

"So, do you suspect he committed suicide?" Ji Zishan concluded for General Mu Huaiqian, and then asked again, "Then why did he commit suicide?"

Mu Huaiqian shook his head slowly: "The reason is hard to say." Mu Huaiqian is not the grandma of Duke Zhenguo. Whenever something happened to Dong Zhiyuan, he would put the blame on Gao Miaomiao's head. "A few years ago, he became very dull and taciturn. Not only did he break contact with me, but he had almost no contact with Deyi and Yuze anymore... If he said he committed suicide for love, it shouldn't be. If it was to be dismissed from office, it shouldn't be. I can't say why. I think it's because I feel that life is boring and my thoughts are gone..."

As the saying goes, it is better to live than to die. If you have some hope for your future life, who will go to death?

"Then you should go and worship." Ji Zishan's lively spirit disappeared. Although she was not very good to Dong Zhiyuan's senses, she was still very touched when she heard something happened to him. Life can be stubborn and strong, or extremely fragile. The difference in thought is the distance between life and death, and yang and yin, "It's just pity for his wife, children and relatives in the backyard..."

Dong Zhiyuan was worried and upset from now on, but what about the widow orphan he left behind?

Mu Huaiqian whispered softly: "After acquaintance, I have to go there... You are right. Although I am sad to leave in Zhiyuan, I do not agree with his selfishness." If he had any chance of life, he would work hard to survive.

Dong Zhiyuan was a handsome man in the capital. His death caused a great sensation. Dong Zhiyuan drowned in the Qinghe outside the city. This matter is not very secret. Those who are interested can ask it after a little inquiry. Then the question is, how could he fall into the river, the fourth master of the Gongfu? No matter how passers-by talked about it, the funeral of the Dong family proceeded in an orderly manner.

As the saying goes, after getting married, Yuan Zhenzhu has been basically a widow since she married her aunt's cousin. Now that Dong Zhiyuan has gone, she has become a real widow.

In front of Dong Zhiyuan's mourning hall, Yuan Zhenzhu was crying sadly. I don't know if she was crying for her husband's ruthless departure or her miserable life. Next to her, she was still kneeling beside her, with red and swollen eyes, a six-year-old boy and a three-year-old girl.

The Duke of Zhenguo was mostly paralyzed and no longer able to move around. That day, after asking the eldest son about the cause of his youngest son's death, the Duke of Zhenguo almost collapsed and went crazy.

She is obviously the one who loves her son the most, how could it be that she forced her son to death!

She could not accept this cruel fact, so she cried at the top of her throat day and night, crying for her younger son's unfilial and ruthlessness, and also calling Gao Miaomiao the root of the disaster. They were all this ruthless and unrighteous woman who had lost her son's mind and blurred her mind.

How good was her son treating her? He had contradicted herself for her and refused to take a concubine for her. But how did she repay her son's sincerity? She actually left with her cruelly and put her true feelings as nothing.

Now, the son is no longer alive and lying alone in the cold coffin. The ungrateful woman is living comfortably with the new man.

How could she not complain or hate in her heart?

Since the Duke of Zhenguo woke up from fainting, he never ate or drank again. He just kept crying and scolding. No matter how Duke of Zhenguo persuaded him, Duke of Zhenguo refused to calm down. There was no way. Duke of Zhenguo had to ask someone to give me some peace of mind and force her to sleep quietly. If I kept letting my mother cry like this, maybe my younger brother would have to go with me before he could get into peace.

Mu Huaiqian and Yao Deyi went to the Dong family together, and then chatted for a while in the teahouse and went back to their respective houses. When he returned to the mansion, his wife was sitting on the kang with her daughter to do needlework. According to his visual observation, her daughter was indeed serious about learning from the girl’s beauty. As for the princess’ wife... she was bored and playing.

"Manman, why did you suddenly learn from the girl's red?" Mu Huaiqian sat beside his daughter, bent his fingers and flicked her little face.

The little girl Manman looked at her loving father with a very serious look on her face: "A few days ago, I went to my grandmother's place to live. I saw my second sister embroidered a purse, which looked so beautiful and exquisite, so I wanted to learn from Mihong." Her mother was a woman who was not good at Mihong, so naturally she never asked her to learn from Mihong. She wanted to learn because she was interested.

A few days ago, the princess's wife became ill. In order to avoid passing the cold to her daughter, she was sent to Mu's mansion for a while. Unexpectedly, in just a few days, her daughter fell in love with the threading of needles. Mu Huaiqian tapped her daughter's face again and joked: "Then study hard, and you can embroider a handkerchief, purse, fan cover for your father. Don't be like your mother. Even a handkerchief can't be well embroidered!"

"What are you talking about?" Ji Zishan, who was fiddling with embroidering the shed, had a sharp ear, especially when General Mu Huaiqian said that she was ignorant.

General Mu Huaiqian looked over with a smile: "I'm saying... I haven't used what you embroidered me much." It's not that he couldn't bear to use it, it's almost nothing at all, and as he said, Mei Feng raised his head, "It's rare to see you touching needles and threads, why not use it for me to embroider a handkerchief for me?"

"I dare to embroider, do you dare to use it?" Ji Zishan glared back unwilling to be outdone.

Mu Huaiqian replied with a smile: "That's natural."

Ji Zishan then threw away the embroidery shed in her hand and asked someone to use the things they used to draw patterns. Seeing this, Mu Huaiqian came over with interest, and saw the princess's wife tracing it out one by one...a big yellow cow.

Mu Huaiqian's face suddenly turned pale and ugly: "...Can I take back what I said just now?"

This, this, he really doesn't have the courage to wear a big yellow cow with him.

Ji Zishan glared at the general's husband with annoyance, and then slowly added strokes. After a while, a little shepherd boy holding a flute was sitting on the back of the yellow cow. General Mu Huaiqian's expression immediately improved a lot. After the princess' wife added a few more graceful strokes, he immediately spread his eyebrows and smiled, and raised his hand to flick the princess's wife's forehead: "What a big man, he is still so naughty!"

Seeing that his painting skills were still online, Ji Zishan put down her brush with satisfaction and said casually: "It will be completed in two years, wait."

General Mu Huaiqian instantly turned into a dumbfounded face: "...You are kidding, you." Two years? A small handkerchief actually needs to be embroidered for two years!

"Love or not." Ji Zishan's attitude was particularly casual.

General Mu Huaiqian: “…”

The little girl who was still staying in the room said quietly, "Dad, mom, do you need me to avoid it?" Well, don't wonder why she asked this. Of course her father loves her very much, and of course her mother loves her very much, but when her father and her mother talked, she was basically ignored. The result of ignorance is sometimes quite embarrassing. How can I say that, the relationship between her parents is so good, and she is asked to say it with great pressure as her daughter.

Her father had touched her mother's face just now. According to the current conversation between the two, there might be further intimate contact in a while. Well, she... was afraid of having needle holes.

"No need." Mu Huaiqian coughed and walked out of the state of selfless teasing with the princess' wife. "Dad still has something to do, and you have to go out. You and your mother will continue to embroider things. Well, embroider for a while, don't get tired of your eyes." After that, he left with his hands on his back.

After the father went out, the little girl Manman asked her mother: "Mom, is the veil you embroidered for your father really two years?" It was enough for her to grow two years older. What a magnificent and vast giant handkerchief.

"I don't know." Ji Zishan spread her hands, "I said casually, well, two years will definitely be enough. If the time to say it is too short and the embroidery is not done when it expires, your father will definitely talk to me like an old lady. It is easier to say this." After finishing the embroidery in advance, it can also surprise the general's husband.

The little girl Manman: "..." She thought that her mother wanted to embroider a handkerchief as big as a carpet. Well, she was indeed too young and too naive.

In ancient times, traveling was focused on auspicious days. The Imperial Heavenly Prison had already chosen it. On the seventh day of the third month, it was a good idea to travel. Ji Zishan and his family were all on the list of traveling south. However, Prince Ji Yuanbao's family was not here. In response, the child Amao said that he was very unlucky. He ran to the prince's father and pouted his pink face and asked: "Father, I want to go out with my sister!"

"Okay, go to your aunt's house and ask her to take you with you!" Prince Ji Yuanbao waved his hand to his son indifferently.

When the child Amao heard this, he immediately kicked his short legs to find the princess aunt. After hearing the request of his nephew, Ji Zishan smiled and said, "Be good, as long as your father and aunt go with you, my aunt will take you together!"

The child Amao, who was in a circle, ran back to the mansion again, trying to persuade the prince's father to go with his aunt. Upon hearing this, Prince Ji Yuanbao touched his son's head with a complicated expression. The child's IQ... Why is it so urgent!
Chapter completed!