"If you're like you, you might not want to die even if you're half dead, but it's a poison that seals your throat at the sight of blood. You don't even have a chance to regret it."

Jiuqi's face turned pale. He didn't expect that death would be so painful.

"Is there any painless way to die?"

He suddenly became curious. With so many ways to die so painful, is there no painless way to die in the world?

Jiang Zhao nodded: "Of course."

"What is it?"

Jiuqi asked very curiously, but it wasn't that he really wanted to die, he was just very curious.

"If you live to a certain age, you will naturally die of old age."

No regrets, no pain, just close your eyes and leave.

Jiuqi cut it indifferently.

"Who doesn't know this kind of death? The key is that there are very few people who can die so well."

"So, you have to work hard in this direction now. In order to make your death more comfortable in the future, you have to adjust your mentality and make yourself calm."

"How can I calm myself down?"

"It's very simple. Now go and dry this towel."

"roll!"

"Look, look, you don't have peace of mind at all. Real peace of mind means not being surprised when things happen."

"How can you not be surprised at everything?"

"Go and dry this towel calmly."

"I'm really mentally ill. I've been here listening to your nonsense for a long time."

With that said, Jiuqi walked away with his eyes wide open.

Jiang Zhao was left standing there, shrugging.

She just wants to lie to someone and dry herself a towel. Why is it so difficult?

In the end, I went to dry the towels myself.

Then we went to the bubble house, where Nanny Ding was still busy making breakfast.

"Mother Ding."

Jiang Zhao shouted.

When she heard the voice, Grandma Ding turned around and saw that it was Jiang Zhao calling her. She smiled on her face and said.

"You're up so soon. The food will be ready soon. Please wait a little longer."

Jiang Zhao nodded, and then got into the stove. When you get up early in winter, you can't do without the stove where cooking is taking place.

Jiang Zhao added firewood to it and stuffed his hands into it to bake, which made Grandma Ding tremble with fear.

"Miss, if your hand moves a little further, it will be cooked."

"It's okay. I'm keeping my wits about me. Everything will be fine."

From Aunt Ding's point of view, her hand was just placed on the tongue of the flames, but in fact it was still a certain distance away from the flames. It would only make her hand feel warm and not burn it.

In order to prevent Jiang Zhao from stuffing his hands into the stove to cook, Nanny Ding finished the remaining meals as quickly as possible.

"Okay, the food is ready. Let's go eat quickly."

She asked Jiang Zhao to carry the dishes to the dining room. Seeing Jiang Zhao take his hand away from the stove, Grandma Ding took a long breath. This child is so uneasy.

After the dishes were brought to the dining room, Si Mubai and the three of them were already sitting in a row.

"The food is here, the food is here, hurry up and start the meal."

After dinner, we still have to go to the Hanlin Academy, and we might even have to go to Kyoto Prefecture today.

Last night, after Prime Minister Du Yuan came home from duty, his wife immediately asked someone to find him.

As soon as Du Yuan changed out of his court clothes, he saw the female servant serving his wife coming to look for him in his yard.

Normally, his wife would not bother him at this time, but coming here at this time meant that something happened in the house.

After changing into his regular clothes, he came out and asked with a frown.

"What's wrong, madam, what's the matter?"

The female servant saluted him respectfully and said.

"Sir, my wife asked you to come over. She said she has something important to tell you."

Du Yuan's eyebrows furrowed even deeper. He didn't know what happened at home, so he even asked himself to go there.

But he still nodded: "I'll go there now."

Then he walked towards the madam's yard, and the maid followed him obediently.

On the road, every maid and boy he met would salute him respectfully.

When I came to my wife's yard, I saw her sitting at the table under the pear tree, sipping tea.

Seeing him coming, I stood up quickly.

"Master is here."

Du Yuan nodded, then sat down next to her and asked.

"Why did Madam call me here in such a hurry?"

Although Du Yuan had many concubines, he still had great respect for his first wife. After all, her natal family was from a well-known family, and her natal family was indispensable for her being able to sit in the position of prime minister.

However, Madam also knows that she and Du Yuan are just married and have no feelings for each other. They are just to maintain the connection between the two families, so she will not go to Du Yuan if nothing happens on weekdays, and Du Yuan will not

Come to her.

When Du Yuan came to see him today, he knew that something must be wrong, otherwise she would not come to him unless necessary.

The lady told Du Yuan exactly what the maid from the Miao Mansion said that day.

After hearing this, Du Yuan frowned slightly. His intuition told him that this matter was not that simple.

Although he didn't know much about Jiang Zhao, a woman who received so many looks at her every day in the Imperial Academy had never heard of her having a falling out with anyone.

Being able to tolerate it in the Hanlin Academy for so long, Du Yuan felt that this woman was not simple. Although she was only twenty-eight years old, the team members never looked down on anyone.

The smaller a person is, the power he finally unleashes is far beyond what everyone realizes.

Therefore, Du Yuan never takes anyone like this lightly.

He felt that there must be something fishy about this matter.

"Madam, don't rush to a conclusion on this matter. I'll go to his house first and have a look."

He had to see it with his own eyes before he could tell whether Miao Fu was telling the truth or a lie?

Although the madam hated Jiang Zhao because of her son, she was not so dizzy and was as calm as she should have been.

"I'm going with the master to see Hao'er. I haven't seen him for a long time."

Du Yuan nodded. He also liked the child Hao'er very much. Among his many grandchildren, he was the smarter one.

As for Mrs. Miao, the concubine, he was not very familiar with this daughter. If she was born to one of his many concubines, his only impression of Mrs. Miao was that this daughter was very well-behaved and quiet, and she never

Get him into any trouble.

This is the only thing he is satisfied with about his daughter. Now he has another thing he is satisfied with, that is, she has taught his son very well.

So he was not stingy about condescending himself to go to her house.

Someone prepared the carriage, and Du Yuan and his wife got on the carriage together and headed towards the Miao Mansion.

Miao Fu was still lying on the bed and asked Cuilian to squeeze it for him.

"A little to the left, a little to the left, oh, a little further down, yes, yes, right here, right here, oh, it's so comfortable."


Chapter completed!