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Two hundred and fifty-six inner ghosts

Zhao Ji was in a hurry, but he kept living the various situations of tonight in his mind. The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. These thieves were definitely not a group of stingers who wanted to take the opportunity to rob. Now most of the wealthy families in Haojing City went to Fengyi, and all the defenses were empty. Why did they have to chew on the hard bones of the Prime Minister's Mansion?

If they want to take the family of the Prime Minister's Mansion as hostage and force the city gate to open, if they kill people and set fire to force the old and young people to death in this way, what can they use to open the city gate? This group of people is extremely vicious and clearly came to take their lives. Who are they going to take their lives?

As she thought about it, she was knocked to death by someone in the darkness. When she looked up, she saw that the little girl with disheveled hair wasn’t Fener? She cried and said, “Madam, I--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Zhao Ji was shocked. Where can a woman who had already moved her fetal energy and was about to give birth, she cried out: "How is this possible?"

Fener cried, "It's true. I took two baby maids to the second wife's yard, and I couldn't find anyone everywhere!"

"Where is the person who serves the second lady?" Zhao Ji asked sternly.

"It's gone. Oh, by the way, I met Ying Ji just now, and she said she didn't know where the second wife was, and asked me back-----"

"Ying Ji?" Zhao Ji felt nervous. Ying Ji was the daughter of Ying Da who was sentenced to death in the last time in the invasion of the Ice Field. She was also Meng Ji's personal servant. She should have sold this woman, but because Meng Ji was pregnant, she was unable to adjust the people around her who were used to serving her, and she kept her kindness. Now at this moment of crisis, it is difficult to guarantee that this woman would not have any other bad intentions. Zhao Ji asked deliberately: "What did she ask?"

"It's nothing, it means that the second wife started, she went to the lady's yard to find someone, but disappeared from the two nannies Tao Jing, and asked me if I know?"

"Then how did you answer?" Zhao Ji clenched his fists.

"I don't know! Madam, I really don't know where the two nanny people are!" No matter how dull Fen'er was, he could hear that the master was in a wrong mood at this time, and quickly explained.

Thinking about it, Fener really didn't know that even Boyan, who was the guard, didn't know before he arrived at Zhujianlu. Zhao Ji breathed a sigh of relief and was about to leave, but Fener added another sentence: "Madam, a baby maid said that when she saw Ying Ji found the side door and said a few words to Tao's son, she hurried to the back mountain."

"Back Mountain?" Zhao Ji was shaking and insisted on calming himself.

"Madam--" Mibour came from the side door with a team of men and shouted, "Madam, it's not good, a group of thieves came in from the backyard with fire!"

Zhao Ji's face turned pale, and the female envoy next to him supported her and said with mercy: "Madam, don't worry too much. There are so many yards in the prime minister's mansion and forests. Even if the thief touched it one by one, I don't know how long it would take!"

"But what if there is an insider leading the way?" Zhao Ji suddenly screamed, which scared everyone. She glanced at Tao Qing behind Mibo and asked, "Did you tell Ying Ji about your mother's hiding place?"

Tao Qing was always honest, but was frightened by this stern shout and stammered: "Ying Ji said that the second wife is not safe, and the place where Shizi and Chang Ji are must be safer. He insisted that I tell her------" He couldn't continue, and blushed and stopped talking.

Mib slapped him in the face: "You boy, you are so slutty, and the little master is not taking care of his life?" He turned to Zhao Ji and said, "Madam, where is Shi Zi hiding? Don't ask the thief to steal it first!"

"Just make a sword hut in the back mountain!" Zhao Ji stomped his feet repeatedly after saying that. What was the secret that was known to everyone by Ying Ji. What's going on?

The group hurriedly walked towards the back mountain. The sound of weapons colliding and the cry of children came from the night wind. Zhao Ji felt tighter and he walked faster. A sensation of abdominal pain came, but after all, mother and son were in love, so she could only endure it.

Mibo and his group rushed forward with their swords in their hands, and shouting for killing suddenly broke out. A black figure rolled out from the bushes beside them. It turned out to be Madam Jing, who was holding Shi Zi Zhao Sui and his daughter Chang Ji in his arms. When the two children saw their mother, they immediately grabbed her skirt and cried loudly, choking and unable to say anything. Zhao Ji was heartbroken, but he also felt relieved.

The sound of horse hooves sounded, and cheers came from the prime minister's house: "Master"

Come back-"

He finally came back! Zhao Ji felt relieved, and he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, his eyes darkened, and he fainted. At the moment of falling down, she clearly heard the scream of the female envoy beside him: "Ah! Madam------Madam is bleeding!"

Zhao Ji felt a chill in his heart, his eyelids became heavier and he could not open it any longer------

I don’t know how long I slept at this sleep. When she woke up slowly, what appeared in front of her was her husband’s handsome face, full of anxiety.

"You are finally awake!" Zhao Bohu smiled with relief and tucked the corners of the quilt for her thoughtfully.

Zhao Ji only felt a split headache. Everything that happened last night came over in his mind like a revolving lantern, as if it was a nightmare. If it was a dream, she clearly felt the strangeness in her body and asked softly: "What's wrong with me-------?"

Zhao Bohu shook his head and lowered his voice, "You----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Zhao Ji felt nervous again, and he grabbed the corner of the bed and asked, "How is that child-----?"

Zhao Bohu sighed softly: "Madam, don't care. We already have Sui'er and Changji, and we will have more children in the future."

Zhao Ji let go of his hand powerlessly, and two lines of clear tears slid down his thin face. Zhao Bohu gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, his heart full of guilt and care. He didn't know what to say to comfort his wife, so he could only accompany her silently.

After a while, Zhao Ji finally calmed down and remembered another thing: "Has Meng Ji born?"

Zhao Bohu's face calmed down and he said in a deep voice: "I have given birth, and I have died in my womb."

"ah?"

Zhao Bohu only walked out of Zhao Ji's bedroom at dusk, and the guilt in his heart could not be relieved for a long time. As the mistress of the Prime Minister's Mansion, his wife did not enjoy the happiness, but was frightened by herself and even fought with her life. Zhao Bohu owed his wife and children a lot! In addition to his feelings, he also understood that the matters in the mansion are complicated at present, and as a husband, all he could do was to take care of all the trivial matters together.

The first thing is to clean up and deal with the inner demons who almost killed his children - Ying Ji and his daughter. This pair of live treasures, Zhao Ji, was reluctant to be a family member for them and to take care of Meng Ji's face. He did not expect that they would repay their kindness with grudges. It seems that "the villain fears power but not virtue." Today, we must set a good rule for the Prime Minister's family!


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