I was divorced because I got pregnant during the lean years, so I went back to my parents’ home and

Chapter 619: Are you hot in this cold winter?

During this period, Ji Xiaobei asked Zheng Guo to buy some food and put it in the cold storage.

When she had nothing to do, she went to Zhengguo Manor and put the grain in the warehouse while Manager Qin was not paying attention.

She told Manager Qin to be careful about fire prevention.

The weather in Anzhou is dry at this time, making fire very likely to occur.

Looking at the warehouse full of grain, Manager Qin seemed to be hesitant to speak.

It's not a year of famine, why does the master need to store so much food?

As a servant, he didn't dare to ask questions that he shouldn't ask.

Although I was confused, I could only shut up.

She also instructed Manager Qin to reinforce and raise the walls of the manor.

There is nothing to do in winter anyway, so Manager Qin has already asked the servants to start working.

In a house in the northern part of Anzhou.

Li Yunjiong was writing in the study in the wing room. A large drop of ink fell on the rice paper. He threw the brush away in annoyance and sat on the chair.

The servant waiting on the side hurriedly picked up the brush.

Li Yunjiong found a secret guard to be his servant.

He placed secret guards in this mansion to keep an eye on the movements in the yard next door at all times.

So much time has passed, and there is no movement over there.

He squeezed the purse in his hand tightly. Which imperial brother did this belong to?

"Master, there is movement outside!"

The servant lowered his voice and then disappeared at the door.

Li Yunjiong sat down and listened to the noise coming from next door.

There was the sound of the door opening and closing, and a burst of chaotic footsteps.

There was no more movement.

After a long while, the secret guard pushed the door open with a pale face.

"Master... is the guard of Prince Qing..."

The secret guard stammered and told Li Yunjiong exactly what he had heard.

Li Yunjiong sat down on the chair. How could this happen?

Are the second and third brothers planning to rebel?

What he thought of was to report to his father immediately.

But his legs felt so heavy that he couldn't move them.

He slumped down in his chair, thinking again and again. With so many veteran ministers, generals, and censors in the court, how come there was no movement at all?

Prince Qing has his own army in Yuqing, and now all of them have arrived near Anzhou City.

Didn’t the guards in the various cities notice it?

Is the Emperor setting up a net?

He didn't dare to act rashly.

Li Yunjiong returned to the capital overnight and went to the palace after court the next day. The palace was as peaceful as ever.

My father had just finished playing chess with Queen Zhao. When Queen Zhao saw Li Yunjiong coming, she stepped back.

Before leaving, she glanced at Li Yunjiong with contempt.

Li Yunjiong grew up under this kind of gaze and has long been accustomed to it.

After Li Yunjiong paid his respects, the emperor was in a good mood and asked Li Yunjiong about his studies and encouraged him to study hard.

Seeing his father's calm expression, Li Yunjiong began to feel nervous.

"Father, I want to ask for a leave to pray at the Fuling Temple on Laba Festival!" Li Yunjiong said courageously.

The emperor nodded and said, "Okay, homework is more important!"

The emperor's eyes swept over Li Yunjiong sharply, and Li Yunjiong couldn't help but shudder.

As if she was afraid that her father could see through her thoughts.

Since he was a child, he was afraid of seeing his father, and his father rarely took the initiative to see him.

Now that I have grown up and read a lot of books, every time I come, I tell my father about my study progress.

Every time his father heard that he had made progress in his studies, he would smile at him.

Last year, my father said that among the four princes, you are the only one who is good at studying...

Li Yunjiong was secretly happy for a long time.

Reading made him stand up straight in front of his father for the first time.

"Go!" The emperor waved his hand at his youngest son who was in a trance. Just as Li Yunjiong was about to turn around, the emperor said, "You are just a little weak. In addition to studying, you should practice martial arts to strengthen your body!"

Li Yunjiong knelt down to thank his father and left the palace with a heavy heart.

……

It's so cold that water turns into ice.

Fu Jichang returned to Mingyi Lane feeling tired.

He got off the donkey and stopped Ma Debiao in front of Ji Xiaobei's yard.

The door was closed tightly. He looked up at the cold moonlight. It was already the late night.

I guess Ji Xiaobei has already gone to bed.

He took Ma Debiao's hand and returned to his yard dejectedly.

Ji Xiaobei couldn't sleep because of the cold, so he got up and added more coal.

Huang Po took the two children to South City. Yuyao was pregnant, so Ji Xiaobei got her a big stove, which was very warm.

Ji Xiaobei had just gotten into bed when he heard some noise next door.

She moved her body and remembered to ask Fu Jichang what he wanted to do on Laba Festival.

But it's too cold.

I'd better wait until tomorrow to ask.

She blew out the light and closed her eyes.

Fu Jichang just climbed up the wall and found that the light was still on in Ji Xiaobei's room, and he was delighted.

Just as he was about to jump down, the tiny light suddenly went out.

Fu Jichang: ...

He held his breath, exerted force with his feet, and a brick on the wall fell down.

Thinking of the time when he was splashed with cold water for climbing the wall a while ago, he shuddered.

He took a deep breath and waited for a moment, but there was no movement in Ji Xiaobei's room.

Could it be that Ji Xiaobei heard that he had returned and deliberately turned off the lights?

Are you afraid of being implicated?

She locked up Zheng Dafu, and heard from Heita that she merged the two handicraft shops and the textile workshop and handed them over to Shitou and Xiaoju.

Fu Jichang felt a little disappointed, but at the same time a little relieved.

Ji Xiaobei was right to do so. By distancing himself from her, she and her two children would be safe.

Thinking of this, Fu Jichang retracted his legs that had already entered the next yard, sat on the courtyard wall, and stared at the cold moonlight in a daze.

He had been tied up with matters at the government office for a while, and Ji Xiaobei was also busy, so he didn't have time to explain things to her.

He planned to let everything go. If the emperor wanted him to die, he had to die.

He felt sad.

If Ji Xiaobei was not around, he would just die without any worries.

It’s different now. He is the father of two children and he hasn’t had time to do anything for them.

He was unwilling to die like this.

But what can I do if I am unwilling?

Thinking of this, he felt a warmth on his face, and when he touched it, he found tears.

Ji Xiaobei was listening with his ears tilted in the house. The bricks on the wall had been falling for such a long time, why hadn't the person appeared yet?

She was a little puzzled and sat up.

I waited for another stick of incense, but there was no movement at all.

Ji Xiaobei got up from the bed cursing, put on her cotton coat and opened the door. A gust of cold wind almost made her suffocate.

She looked up and saw a dark figure sitting on the courtyard wall.

"Fu Jichang..."

she yelled.

Fu Jichang was lost in thought when he was startled by the noise behind him. He tilted his body and fell off the wall.

Fortunately, he was good at martial arts, so his fall was not so ugly.

"Ah!" Fu Jichang shouted, jumped up, and stood up with his feet firmly on the ground.

"What are you doing in the middle of the night?" Ji Xiaobei said angrily.

"I, I didn't do anything. It's cooler on the wall..."

In a panic, Fu Jichang spoke nonsense.