The small courtyard was still a familiar one, but Wen Jiuxiao felt a little shy about being close to home. He stood outside for a long time without opening the door.

He even had a feeling of confusion, as if as long as he didn't open the courtyard door, the woman would still be standing in the courtyard, standing among the flowers, looking at him with a smile on her face, and happily calling him "Third Master."

Wen Jiuxiao's breathing tightened. He pushed open the courtyard door and entered the house. He walked around the study and bedroom, but could not find the woman anywhere, and he did not hear the familiar "Third Master".

That sound of "San Ye" was different from others. The ending sound always rose and sounded cheerful, as if seeing him was such a happy thing for her.

The furnishings in the room were as usual, with a few flowers in full bloom in vases on the window sill; a writing brush casually placed on the bookcase, which had not been cleaned; and a half-read notebook on the soft couch, as if she just

Go outside for a walk in the garden, come back and look down again.

But at this moment, standing in the empty room, Wen Jiuxiao clearly realized that she was gone and she would not come back. For the rest of his life, he would not have her in his life, and he would never see that person again.

A warm woman who calls out to his third master.

No one stands with me at dusk, no one asks me whether the porridge is warm, no one accompanies me as the night approaches, no one shares the wine with me.

Wen Jiuxiao closed his eyes, feeling a dull pain in his chest. Something was tearing at him, making it difficult for him to even breathe.

Yu Zhi's things were numerous, but they were actually quite a few. The most numerous things were clothes, folded and hung. Some of them looked familiar to Wen Jiuxiao. They were the ones Yu Zhi wore to show him, and some of them were familiar to Wen Jiuxiao.

He arranged it.

That woman is a beauty lover. She likes to wear beautiful clothes. She wore a red pomegranate skirt and spun around happily, asking him if he looked good.

He didn't say anything at that time, but she was actually pretty. She looked good no matter what clothes she wore. She looked even better when she smiled. She also looked good when she pulled his sleeves and acted coquettishly.

No one was allowed to touch her clothes, they were just left there.

She likes to wear beautiful clothes, but does not like to wear too many jewelry. She only uses an ordinary hairpin to pull up her hair and wears a jade bracelet on her wrist. The colors are mixed and the hair is not good.

But she liked to watch, and she would often hold the dressing box and play with it one by one for him, her eyes shining, as if she was doing something happy.

Wen Jiuxiao opened her dressing box. It was still full of things, but there was no one to appreciate it anymore.

When he gave it to her, she particularly liked this gold and jeweled butterfly hairpin. He could still remember how happy she was at that time. But she only wore it once and then put it away, saying it was too expensive and she was afraid of getting it dirty.

lost.

She doesn't go out often, so how could she lose it? The woman just thought the hairpin was too heavy and was just lazy.

Finally, Wen Jiuxiao picked up the deepest box in the box, which was not locked. He was silent for a moment and then opened it.

Wen Jiuxiao immediately noticed that Yu Zhi's household registration sticker was not here among the banknotes, loose money, house deeds, and the deed of sale between Jiang's mother and Yingying. Also, she cared so much about it that she must have kept it separately.

Wen Jiuxiao picked up the stack of banknotes and counted them silently. Nine hundred taels. Are all the household items Qingfeng sent here? She actually didn't move a penny. Wen Jiuxiao's hand hidden under her sleeves clenched her fist.

, it feels like my chest is blocked by something, and it feels uncomfortable.

Everything, everything he gave her, she couldn't take anything away.

If the wine glass is too shallow, you will not be able to greet me. The day will be long. If the alley is too short, you will not be able to reach your white hair.

It's not that you can't keep your old heart at a young age, but that time has ruined your heart. The biggest regret in life is not missing the best person, but missing the person you want to treat her well.

Yuzhi!

The only woman he wanted in his life was just separated from him. He wanted to be nice to her, but he had no chance.

However, he will avenge her. Whoever touches her or touches his thoughts for the rest of his life, he will just let that person go.

Wen Jiuxiao narrowed his eyes slightly, and a cold anger suddenly gathered in his eyes.

The tomb has not been erected. It seems that as long as the tomb is not erected, Yu Zhi will still be alive.

Walking out of the peach blossoms, Wen Jiuxiao's back was tall and straight, but also desolate.

After returning from Peach Blossom Village, Wen Jiuxiao left the city and went to Huguo Temple, where he stayed for three days.

Madam Hou in the mansion was extremely anxious, and the servant she sent came back to report, "The third master knelt in the main hall all day long, but no water or rice came in. Later, he entered the abbot's Zen room and has not come out yet."

Mrs. Hou became even more restless, and the handkerchief in her hand was torn by her, "Isn't it because the third child can't think of becoming a monk?"

Marquis Wu'an, who was sitting in his seat, was startled. Thinking about his son's temper, it was really possible! The third child was a lone wolf. He would pester anyone who made him unhappy and die together, but he had no overall concern at heart.

"What should we do?" Both husband and wife were anxious and complained to each other. One said that the woman outside should be brought in, and the other said that they blamed him for provoking the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion.

At this moment, the boy came back to report, "------The third master has returned to the city---the third master has gone to Jingzhao Mansion---the third master has gone to Dali Temple."

It's normal to go to Dali Temple, but why go to Jingzhao Mansion first? What does the third child want to do?

Both husband and wife were a little nervous. Madam Hou pushed Wu Anhou and said, "Hurry up and ask Jingzhao Mansion."

Marquis Wu'an went out without saying a word, and soon came back with a dark face, "Your good son asked someone to write a marriage certificate in Huguo Temple, and married that woman without permission to be his wife. It's just a low status, or...

He is a dead man, and this little bastard Lao San is too shameless."

Mrs. Hou was originally shocked and angry, but when she heard Mr. Hou scolding the third child, she became displeased, "Isn't he feeling uncomfortable? You said it too, he's just a dead man, it doesn't matter."

Marquis Wu An glared at her, "Who said it doesn't matter? That woman occupies the seat of the original wife's wife. If the third child marries, she will become the second wife. Whose good daughter is willing to be inferior to others?"

Mrs. Hou was also anxious and complained, "Then why didn't you get the marriage certificate back?"

"You think I didn't ask for it?" Marquis Wu An said angrily, "They didn't give it to me because they said it was your good son who said that no one could take out the marriage certificate except him. He had already filed it.

I’m guarding you and me!”

"How dare the third child be my only son? Why are you so angry at me when you can't get things done?" Mrs. Hou retorted.

But it was useless for the two of them to be angry and anxious. They could only comfort themselves with the reason that the woman was dead.

Mr. Xiao Wen, who had been on leave for more than half a month, returned from his leave to go to the Yamen. Looking at Mr. Xiao Wen who looked much haggard, his colleagues all cast sympathetic glances.

Since ancient times, we have been sentimental, sad about parting, and sad about relationships. Young people can’t stand it!

They can't stand the cycle of life and death, they can't stand love, hate, anger and delusion. Just wait until they live to their age! Everything is the smoke of the past, and dust will return to dust in the end, and dust will return to dust!

However, they also envy the frivolity and sentimentality of youth.

Even Mr. He patted Wen Jiuxiao on the shoulder and comforted him, "There is no grass anywhere in the world."

Wen Jiuxiao was silent. He went straight into the cell. The people he captured from the clothing store were still waiting for him to interrogate.

Just as Yu Zhi suspected, Wen Jiuxiao also identified Yang Zhangzhu as the first suspect, and the people who interrogated the clothing store confirmed his suspicion.

The crazy Master Xiaowen wandered around the capital, investigating cases and arresting criminals. Only a few people who knew the inside story knew that all the things he had pulled out were hidden stakes in the Zhenbei Palace.

Angry at the crown for beauty! Tsk tsk, you saw it. Never mess with Mr. Xiaowen in the future.

For a time, there was a roar in the capital, which startled many birds.

One of them was that it was revealed that the person who raised a face in Princess Anle's villa had a similar appearance to Master Xiaowen.

Taikangdi------

In order to clean up the mess for Princess Anle, he pinched his nose and promoted Jiang Shengyuan.

As the emperor, he deprived Jiang Shengyuan of his qualifications as prince consort and his identity as Prince Pingxuan on the charge of bad conduct, and then had to give him a promotion to compensate. Doesn't his face hurt?

Now that this incident happened again, Emperor Taikang had no choice but to issue an order to order Princess Anle to become a nun.

After all, Emperor Taikang still felt sorry for his daughter Princess Anle. If he really wanted to punish her, the royal family had a family temple, so he could just punish her to go to the family temple to think about her faults.

How could Emperor Taikang be willing to let Princess Anle suffer in the family temple?

Being a female crown gives you more freedom. Since you want to be a female crown, you must have a Taoist temple, right? What, if you don’t have one, then build one. Build it according to Princess Anle’s preferences, after all, she wants to live there.

Even if she is a monk, Princess Anle is still a princess, with golden branches and jade leaves. Can she be an ordinary female crown? That must not be the case. She must be the master of the temple anyway. As the master of the temple, can there be fewer people serving her?

So you see, except that she is no longer in the capital, Princess Anle's life is the same as before. She owns a Taoist temple, has a lot of people serving around her, and she has the final say on everything.

After a few years, things go wrong and Princess Anle returns to Beijing. Who can say anything?

Is Yu Zhi dead? Of course not.

Where is Yu Zhi? She doesn’t know where she is, but she has now become a professional in anti-trafficking.
Chapter completed!