Soft and crispy waist

January has flown by in a flash.

Because Gu Yizi added time for praying, Tao Yurong stayed in the Buddhist temple every morning and was exempted from paying respects.

The Duke's Mansion also became quiet because of Gu Yizi's absence. Only Wei Qingqing and Xue Wuyang made some noise from time to time, but their courtyards were far away from Xia Zheng and could not disturb her.

She is busy with her own things every day.

After a month, she recognized a lot of new words and her embroidery improved. At least it was not as crooked as before, and people could recognize the words she embroidered. She also looked at the accounts more smoothly. She sorted the accounts for the food store into a book and asked Chef Yang to take it to the Yang family. She recorded it according to her method and checked the accounts every half a month.

The accounts for this half month are clearer than those for the first half month, and you can tell at a glance whether you are making a profit or not.

Although it is not a huge profit, it has entered a stage of steady income. It can be seen that there are a certain number of regular customers and a firm foothold.

As for Yang Zhi in Hecheng, there was still no news, and Xia Zheng didn't want to urge him. After all, this matter was already difficult for the Yang family, but she really had no one to use, so she had to prepare for the future.

Especially now that her belly was bigger and she could really feel the little baby inside moving, she felt that she couldn't just sit and wait. Her life wasn't hers alone. This child was in her belly, and she had to let her see the world.

"stop!"

Xia Zheng was stroking her belly while reading a book when she heard the sound of frost and snow outside.

When I opened the windows and looked out, I saw a man dressed as a servant standing outside the courtyard gate, being blocked by frost and snow.

"It's okay, it's okay. This is my nephew. Something must have happened at home." Cook Yang ran out of the yard quickly and pulled Yang Xun outside the wall.

After a while, he came back with a pale face.

Having a bad feeling, Xia Zheng put down her book and sat up straight.

Chef Yang and Shuangxue just walked in from outside. They looked at Xia Zheng, then at her belly which was nearly five months old, and seemed to want to say something but stopped themselves.

"There's news from Hecheng, right?" Xia Zheng's tone was calm, but her hand was nervously grasping the corner of the coffee table.

Cook Yang nodded, took a deep breath, and said in a trembling voice, "The second son sent a message back saying... saying... that the prince... he's dead!"

hum!

There was a buzzing in her ears and Xia Zheng suddenly felt dizzy. She clasped her hands tightly around the coffee table and didn't even notice that her nails were broken.

"Impossible! The prince will never die!" Shuangxue denied it. This was the longest sentence she had said in such a long time.

"No one is immune to death. Even the emperor, who is so high and mighty, couldn't escape this. The second brother said that Beichen Pass was in chaos. He said that the day the prince went there was when the Bohe army was breaking through the pass. He fought too hastily and was shot by arrows. He died that night. They had been suppressing the news for half a month and couldn't hide it anymore. Now, I'm afraid that Mobei is gone."

A hail of arrows?

Was her dream that night true?

Gu Yizi is dead, then she...

"What will you do if the prince dies?" Frost Snow asked.

"Of course I'll run away. Staying here, Princess..."

"I'm not going anywhere." Xia Zheng interrupted Chef Yang. Chef Yang also realized that the matter of the Crown Prince's Consort should not be told to others, so she quickly shut up.

"Then why do you want to find out about the prince?" Frost Snow's cold voice seemed to contain questioning and murderous intent. If Xia Zheng's answer did not satisfy her, she would kill her immediately.

"I just want to know the news earlier and make plans for the baby in my belly. This is also the prince's blood. Don't you want to protect it for him?" Xia Zheng asked while holding her belly. She knew that Shuangxue had feelings for Gu Yizi that were different from ordinary people.

Shuangxue looked down at Xia Zheng's stomach and said after a moment of silence, "The prince will not die."

Xia Zheng didn't argue with her about whether the news was true or not. The news could not be confirmed, but it couldn't be spread out of thin air, so she still had to prepare for the worst.

She tried her best to calm herself down quickly.

Just as she answered Shuangxue, she would not go anywhere. Even if Gu Yizi really died, she would not leave the Duke's Mansion.

Because, I can't leave.

She was an illegal resident and would be arrested within two days of leaving the Duke's Mansion. If no one recognized her, she would be driven to the border to do hard labor.

So, she would not leave no matter what, but she had to make a living.

Not only myself, but also Tuaner, my mother, and the baby in my belly.

She needed money, a lot of money, so that she could buy her mother's indenture before the incident broke out, and also spend money to send them out of Kyoto to avoid being controlled by Tao Yurong again.

As for the child, Xia Zheng raised her eyes decisively and said, "I hope more than anyone else that the prince is safe, but if the news is true, Shuangxue, I beg you to take the child to my mother immediately after I give birth and ask for her protection."

*** is Gu Yizi's mother, and now she is accompanying the Queen Mother to worship Buddha at Yunjing Temple.

Although she had never seen it before and didn't know what kind of personality aunt had, or whether she would despise her because of her low status, if that moment came, she could only hope that aunt would protect the child because the child was also Gu Yizi's bloodline, and would not be taken away by Tao Yurong. Then she would have no worries and could fight to the death.

But the chances of winning are...very slim, but it's better than waiting to die.

"it is good."

Shuangxue agreed, and Xia Zheng felt relieved. She got up and went to the inner room, and soon took out some papers and a makeup box.

She handed the paper to Cook Yang and pushed the box toward Shuangjiang. "This is a new shop. Let your brother and sister-in-law learn how to make it. If it's popular, you can sell it at a higher price. I don't think the wealthy families will be too reluctant. You must be quick. This is all my jewelry. Shuangjiang, since it's inconvenient for you to make it, I'll ask your grandmother to help me sell it as soon as possible."

The two nodded and went to do it immediately, while Xia Zheng began to think about what else could be exchanged for silver in a short time.

The Yinlin Courtyard remained busy for several days without making any noise.

The news finally reached Gu Yizi in the tent along with the situation in Kyoto.

Looking at the few short lines about Xia Zheng, Gu Yizi's face became so gloomy that the anger in the tent was suppressed and dared not burn violently.

Sell ​​off your belongings!

She's quite quick!

"Why are you hiding here? We're all waiting to get you drunk..." Qin Yang opened the tent and walked in. He was speechless when he saw Gu Yizi's face, which was even colder than the frost outside. Seeing the paper roll in his hand, he asked tentatively, "What happened?"

"It's okay." Gu Yizi said coldly, then threw the paper roll in his hand into the fire.

Unable to figure out what was wrong with him, Qin Yang could only say something happy: "This time, you pretended to be dead and caused the traitor to spread the wrong message, causing Bohe to lose 20,000 troops and seriously injure them. We should write a letter back to claim this credit, so as to avoid being obstructed by those old guys again."

"If you don't report it, suppress it and report it to His Majesty in a secret letter."

"You want everyone in Kyoto to think you're dead? You want... This is too risky."

Gu Yizi walked out without answering. Qin Yang knew that the matter was settled again.