The Evil Mistress's Killing Crazy Daily

"Are you going?"

Niu Dahua was surprised when he heard this.

She paused eating the pancake, panicked for a moment, not knowing what to do, "Now?"

"Ah."

Wanqi Fu nodded, "It's been a while since you gave birth. I think Yin Xiaorou will come to pick you up soon. In order to avoid accidentally bumping into her, I'd better come sooner rather than later."

As he spoke, Wanqi Fu stopped talking.

He glanced at Niu Dahua doubtfully as she stared at the oil cake without saying a word, thinking that she was worried that no one would take care of her after he left.

After thinking that she was weak after all, and afraid that she would really starve to death after he left, Wanqi Fu took out a handful of silver from his arms and leaned over to place it on the head of Niu Dahua's bed.

Then she stood up and continued to instruct, "There are still a lot of peach cakes left that I bought for you. If you like peach cakes, just eat them for the next two days. If you want to eat something else, spend a little more money and ask your neighbors to deliver food to you every day. At least you won't starve to death."

"Ah."

Niu Dahua nodded.

She mustered up her courage and looked up at Wanqi Fu's handsome appearance. She quickly looked away and continued to stare at the pancake in her hand. As if she had tentacles on her head, she whispered to Wanqi Fu above her head, "You, what do you want me to do? After entering the mansion, how can I contact you?"

"There is nothing for you to do for now. Once you enter the mansion, just take good care of your son and don't worry about anything else. In the future, if I need you, I will naturally find a way to contact you."

"Ah."

Niu Dahua nodded.

Noticing that Wanqi Fu was about to leave, she held the oil cake in her hand and raised her head in a calm manner, "So, what's your name?"

"Just call me Zhang San."

With a nonchalant smile, Wanqi Fu turned and left.

"Zhang San?"

Niu Dahua murmured in a low voice.

She raised her head, following the sound of footsteps, and peered carefully outside through the old, dim wooden window panes.

When Niu Dahua saw the tall and thin black figure in the yard turning back to help her close the door before leaving the door, her heart trembled again.

She felt rather melancholy, and thought that she might be ill.

Maybe it's still a peach blossom disease.

In fact, it was strange. After Yin Xiaorou left late that night, when she saw Wanqi Fu walking out of the darkness for the first time, she was obviously scared to death.

Especially when Wanqi Fu pointed a sword at her and asked her about her relationship with Yin Xiaorou, the body in the well, and what she planned to do with the child, she was so scared that she almost wet her pants.

But later, when she finished telling him everything while cowering, Wanqi Fu put away his sword. And after taking a look at the bloodstains all over her body and the messy and dirty bedding on the bed, he actually boiled some water and carried her to wipe her body, and even helped her clean up the room without any disgust.

He also taught her to stuff a pillow into her clothes when dealing with Wu Laoer's funeral, pretending that the child was not yet born.

In this way, when she enters the general's mansion in the future and comes back with the child, the villagers will know that she has a child. Otherwise, if she pretends to have a miscarriage, then when everything is over in the future, she will come back with a child and she will have no way to explain to the villagers...

Ugh.

Niu Dahua took a big bite of the fried pancake and sighed.

She didn't understand how such a person could exist in the world.

He clearly wanted to kill her at the beginning, but he was so gentle to her. He was clearly just using her, but he was so caring to her.

Humph, he must be used to being a playboy among women!

Niu Dahua took two more bites of the fried cake and began to regret that she didn't study enough. Otherwise, in this situation, she should have recited the great truth that color is emptiness and emptiness is color several times...

Ugh!

Niu Dahua sighed heavily.

She turned her grief and anger into appetite, stuffed the last two bites of fried dough into her mouth, knocked the egg against the bedside, and gulped down the soy milk...

Then she grabbed the change on the bedside table and counted it three times excitedly.

After counting, I still don’t feel satisfied enough.

She simply crawled to the end of the bed and took out all the silver that Yin Xiaorou left for her before she left, as well as the silver that Wanqi Fu bribed her with on Ruan Yunluo's orders a few days ago.

Spreading the beautiful white silver on the bed, her eyes lit up and she immediately started counting them attentively.

After counting over and over again, she finally felt satisfied.

Niu Dahua hid all her precious silver under her quilt with a refreshed mind. Thinking that she would soon be able to meet her son at the general's mansion, she felt nervous and excited.

Meimei hugged Yinzi and covered herself with the quilt. She fell into a deep sleep and soon fell asleep...

at dusk.

The waves are rippling by the Cuiwei Lake, and the Mid-Autumn scenery in the Octagonal Pavilion is cool.

Unlike last time when Jun Yizheng arrived first, this time, as soon as Xu Wanchou got off work, he was already waiting in the octagonal pavilion, cooking wine.

As soon as he saw Jun Yizheng's carriage approaching, he immediately stood up to greet him and bowed respectfully.

"No gift."

Smiling, he helped Xu Wanchou to his feet. The two exchanged greetings and sat down opposite each other in the octagonal pavilion.

Smelling the aroma of wine, Jun Yizhen lowered his eyes to look at the wine pot on the small stove that was emitting fragrance. He smiled and raised his eyebrows, looking at Xu Wanchou teasingly, "Master Xu, you suddenly asked me to meet you, is it just to treat me to a drink?"

"Drinking is only one of the reasons. As for the second reason, I want to thank you in person, the Third Prince."

"Oh? Thank you for what?"

"Of course I want to thank the Third Prince for helping and saving my grandfather."

Seeing that there was no surprise on Jun Yizheng's face, Xu Wanchou knew that his guess was probably correct.

So, he was very grateful and bowed to Jun Yizhen, "Third Prince, if you hadn't suggested that His Majesty come to visit yesterday, His Majesty would have just caught Hua Weiwei and his group's evil plan. I'm afraid it would not be so easy for them to pay the price."

"only……"

Xu Wanchou hesitated for a moment, and looked at Jun Yizheng with some doubt, "It's just that Third Prince, there are some things that I don't quite understand."

"Oh? You said."

"The Crown Prince and the Hua family are so powerful and deep-rooted that most people can't even avoid them. The Third Prince is not related to us, so why would he go to such great lengths to help our Xu family?"

"Ah."

Jun Yizheng smiled.

He waved his hand nonchalantly, "My last name is Jun, and this is what I should do.

As the old saying goes, those who carry firewood for the people should not be allowed to freeze to death.

In fact, I didn’t help your Xu family. I just helped an old marshal who had made great contributions to the country and the people.”

"Three princes..."

Xu Wanchou was shocked when he heard this.

He looked at Jun Yizheng quietly, feeling both sad and emotional in his heart.

He quickly picked up the warm wine pot and poured a glass for Jun Yizhen and himself. He raised the glass respectfully and said, "Third Prince, your words are worth it for my grandfather's half-life of military service!"

After saying this, he raised his head and drank the entire glass of wine in one gulp.

"No and no."

Jun Yizhen smiled and shook his head, then reached out and patted Xu Wanchou's shoulder sincerely, "Sir Xu, it's really worth it for Marshal Xu to have a grandson like you..."