Xiao Yajun stood at the door with an expressionless face, watching the Jinwu Guard dragging Zhou Zhaodi away. Confusing the royal bloodline is a death sentence. Zhou Zhaodi is about to die and is beheaded to death.

Zhou Zhaodi, who was crying, grabbed the threshold tightly, and blue veins bulged on the back of her hand. She shouted heart-wrenchingly: "I didn't change, I didn't change the children. I'm all lying to you, I'm all lying to you. You can't catch me, you can't catch me."

Xiao Yajun's lips curled up with a deep smile. This idiot who cares about his head and tail only thought that Brother Kang would be implicated by King Gong, but forgot about her own crime.

Fortunately, she was stupid enough, otherwise she would have to raise a son for Zhou Zhaodi. Maybe she would never know the truth in her life, and her child didn't know what would happen to her, and would be abused and bullied like Xiao Yayu.

Tears suddenly fell down. Only after personally experiencing this, she really understood how outrageous the crimes of her biological parents were. Her various behaviors were tantamount to sprinkling salt on the wounds of her foster father and mother.

She really knew she was wrong, but it was too late!

"Second sister, you save me, I know you're wrong," Zhou Zhaodi saw Xiao Yajun in the distance in a hurry: "Save me, I'm your elder sister, we are my own sisters, you can't stand by death, how can you explain to your parents!"

Xiao Yajun was like a cat who was stepped on her tail, furious. She rushed over and grabbed Zhou Zhaodi's hair, and threw her other hand heavily on her face: "I used to treat you as a sister, but you treated me as a fool. I don't owe you what you live so miserably. You are asking for your own fault. If you are a little nicer to Xiao Yayu in those years, how could she not remember your kindness and treat you kindly? You are a bad person, just vicious. Stop placing the blame on others. I don't owe you, don't owe you!"

Zhou Zhaodi was beaten passively by Jinwuwei, and was beaten to the point of his mouth, and was beaten to the point of his nose, swollen and bleeding from the corners of his mouth. Xiao Yajun used his strength to slap the face and pull his hair, like a shrew in the market.

Zhou Zhaodi, who could not avoid it, cursed intermittently: "What qualifications do you have to blame me? You just owe me... you bitch..."

Zhou Zhaodi was dragged away by Jinwu Guard. Xiao Yajun, who was exhausted, knelt on the ground, gasping violently, slowly covered her face and cried bitterly.

How could she treat such a person as a relative but hurt someone who is really good to her?

The people in the house were taken away one after another, Zhou Zhaodi, Zhou Xiaobao, Wutong... Finally, Xiao Yajun was sent to the imperial tomb with her lost son.

The high courtyard wall is like a man-eating monster.

Once, she thought that the house in Sunflower Lane was a gorgeous cage, but now she has entered a real cage. The high walls and cramped spaces are depressing and suffocating.

Xiao Yajun looked at the man with dirty hair disheveled hair and said, "Wang...Master..."

Zhao Rong suddenly turned around and was shocked: "Yajun, Brother Kang!" He stepped forward: "Why are you here? Zhao Cong, a beast, doesn't even let go of women or children... Little stone!"

Seeing the appearance of the child in the cradle, Zhao Rong was stunned.

Xiao Yajun felt aching in her heart and cried: "Prince, we were deceived, we were all deceived. Zhou Zhaodi stole our children. Brother Kang is her son, and Xiao Shitou is our son. She lied to us!"

Zhao Rong was stunned and suddenly roared: "Zhou Zhaodi! How dare she be, this bitch!"

Xiao Yajun burst into tears.

"Wow, wow." The sleeping baby was awakened and cried loudly in his throat.

"Be good, don't cry, don't cry, mom is here." Xiao Yajun rushed to coax the child. In the past, there were nanny and servants, but she never knew that the child was so difficult to take care of.

Zhao Rong had no experience either. The two of them were sweating profusely and finally managed to coax the child to sleep.

Zhao Ying also calmed down from his anger and asked Xiao Yajun what happened. After hearing this, Zhao Ying felt like someone was punched on the forehead. He was grateful to the Zhou couple for bringing Yajun to him, and tried every means to bring the Zhou siblings, but what he got was his son who was stolen.

"Retribution," Zhao Ying seemed to cry and laugh: "Is this retribution?"

"Prince." Xiao Yajun rolled down in tears.

Zhao Ying suddenly raised his hand and pointed at the sky angrily, and roared hysterically: "God, you are unfair! Zhao Cong committed rebellion and was unfaithful and unfilial, but you let him proclaim himself emperor from the south."

Thinking of the guards outside, Xiao Yajun was so scared that she rushed over to cover Zhao Ying's mouth: "Prince, don't say it anymore, there are ears in the wall."

"What else am I afraid of? Zhao Cong is capable of killing me." Zhao Ying's face was distorted and gloomy and terrifying.

"Prince, think about me and our children," Xiao Yajun hugged Zhao Ying and begged: "Prince, think about us, what should we do without you?"

Zhao Ying was like a goose who was strangled: "Zhao Cong, you are so vicious. You are afraid that I will cut off yourself and you will not be able to humiliate me, so you send them in, you are so vicious!"

"Prince, stop talking, stop talking." Xiao Yajun was shocked and wanted to block his mouth.

Zhao Rong pushed Xiao Yajun away in dismay: "I am not a prince. I am a commoner now, a commoner! Hahaha, those who did not rebel became commoner, and those who rebel became emperor."

Xiao Yajun was stunned. The prince did not rebel!

Whether to rebel or not is no longer important. The fact is that they have become prisoners, and the family of three is locked in this yard where the wall is towering and can reach the end in a few steps.

They have to support themselves in food, clothing, housing and transportation. The food sent from outside makes them starve to death but they can't eat enough. In order to get full, Xiao Yajun learned to grow vegetables stumblingly, and would also do some embroidery work to be handed over to the guard for sale. Her embroidery work is pretty good, even if she only takes a small head, she can add a few dishes in a month.

"Mom, Daddy is angry again." The four or five-year-old boy rushed into Xiao Yajun's arms with tears in his eyes, and his tears fell down.

Xiao Yajun hugged him with heartache. Zhao Rong's temper became worse and worse, and he would get angry at them at all times. He could not let go of the pride of the nobles in heaven and nobles to work. The burden of the whole family was pressing on her shoulders, which made her breathless.

The poor couple are sad about everything, day after day, year after year, the regret wrapped around her heart is getting tighter and tighter, making her sleep hard day and night.

She thought more and more frequently, if she hadn't been blinded by love and left Zhao Ying regardless of the situation, what would she look like now?

Was she married a husband who was in charge of her grandmother? She had a lot of makeup, which was enough for her descendants to have food and clothing for three generations. Her son would grow up with luxury, rather than being beaten and scolded by her father like now.

Grandma wouldn't leave so early. Grandma left three years ago. She learned from the conversation between guards outside the wall that she couldn't help but remember what her grandmother said that day. Did she really make her grandmother lose her birthday?

"Mom, don't cry, I won't cry." The little boy touched Xiao Yajun's rough face anxiously, and then wiped the tears from his face with his sleeve.

Listening to her son's tender voice, Xiao Yajun's heart was as if she was shattered. It was her fault that she harmed herself and her son even more.

Xiao Yajun wiped her tears and hugged her son and coaxed her: "Be good, my mother will buy you candied haws."

The little boy burst into tears and smiled, looking forward to him.

Xiao Yajun's eyes became even more sour. At her son's age, she had never eaten any good things. In order to let her eat more, her grandmother and mother tried to coax her, but her son, a bunch of candied haws, could make him feel happy.

In the afternoon, Xiao Yajun walked towards the gate with a rusted handkerchief. The gate never opened all year round, and things were passed by the small window on the door.

"The sweet potato that is being promoted now is said to have a yield of 1,000 per mu. If it is true, everyone will be able to have enough food."

"What does it mean if it is true? Princess Fengle said it is true, it is true."

"Princess Fengle is really amazing. A weak woman dared to take a boat overseas and brought so many good things back."

"Isn't it? Since Princess Fengle, the lives of ordinary people have been much better. I didn't expect that the year before, I had to tighten my belt and live a life of tightening my belt."

"By the way, Princess Fengle is not young anymore, she is over twenties, why haven't she got married yet?"

"Those ordinary people are not worthy of the princess, only our Majesty. Hehe, the rumor, the rumor, what do you think Your Majesty doesn't stand in the queen? It is said that it is for Princess Fengle. I will tell you this, don't go out and talk nonsense."

"What are you doing? We're having a tea party!" The captain of the guard who came back from patrol scolded twice in dissatisfaction.

It finally became quiet outside.

Xiao Yajun stood behind the door in a daze. After a long time, she went forward with a smile on her face and knocked on the door.

The small window opened, Xiao Yajun handed the handkerchief with both hands, and then asked them to come back with a bunch of candied haws for convenience.

The man responded angrily: "I know, there are quite a lot of things."

Xiao Yajun smiled unchanged, bowed to thank him, and glanced at a strange face, and the other party looked at her curiously.

The small window was closed, Xiao Yajun's smile gradually disappeared, and she heard someone asking outside: "This woman is the one who has changed her identity with Princess Fengle..."

She didn't hear the following words clearly, and she left. She could guess the following words without listening to them, which was nothing more than mockery and contempt.

In the yard that was reclaimed into a vegetable field, the little boy was watering the gourd with a gourd ladle, and his movements were quite good. Zhao Ying was not concerned about eating, drinking, defecating, sleeping, and she was unable to handle the livelihood of the family of three. Gradually, her son learned to do some housework within her ability.

"Yu'er wants to wash the family's clothes. The water in winter is so cold, but she is a little girl who can only wash it with cold water. Have you looked at her hands carefully? There are scars left by frostbite... She is not even able to go out to cut pig grass and feed pigs, and catch earthworms and worms to feed chickens and ducks. But when eating meat, she can only eat the butt and neck chicken heads that no one wants. Sometimes, she can't even eat these."

In a daze, what You said to her a long time ago was heard in Xiao Yajun's ears.

She looked at her little adult-like son watering, and in her vision, the little boy turned into a skinny little girl in the blink of an eye.

The little girl's clothes were torn, her cuffs were short, revealing her delicate wrists and ankles. She struggled to carry a bucket of water to the vegetable field.

Suddenly, a man pushed the door and entered the yard, and his left arm seemed to be broken: "Xiaobao, see what dad bought for you?"

"Osmanthus candy, osmanthus candy!" The fat little boy screamed excitedly, hugging the man's legs and climbing up.

Another slightly older girl acted coquettishly: "Dad, I want to eat candy too."

"Xiaobao, give your sister a piece. Zhaodi, you are the sister who wants to give in to your younger brother, so you can only eat one piece, and the rest are all your younger brother."

The little girl holding a bucket licked her lips and swallowed her saliva. She wanted to turn her eyes open but couldn't bear to let go.

The older girl holding the candy deliberately licked the osmanthus candy and showed her an exaggerated happy smile.

"Why are you standing there? You still don't work!" The man changed his kindness before and shouted.

Fear flashed across the little girl's face, she immediately turned around, stepped on the small stone in a panic, and threw it into the vegetable field with a bucket, pouring it all over.

The thin face turned pale and pale. She stood up in a hurry, looked at the crushed cabbage in horror, and instinctively looked at the man who had changed color.

"It can't even water it well. Why do I raise you?" The man strode over and raised his hand and slapped him: "Cry, you still have the face to cry if you crush the vegetables!"

The little girl bit her lip and suppressed her crying, but she still revealed a little sound.

The angry man grabbed the little girl's hair and beat her, and pushed the person to the ground was not enough, so he raised the wooden barrel and smashed it over: "If you have the will, cry and take a look."

The trembling little girl covered her mouth desperately, and the man stepped forward and kicked her hard: "Shengmenxing!"

The man left, and a woman came out of the kitchen and looked at the crushed dish with distress: "You are really, why are you so careless? No wonder your father is so angry."

The little girl looked at her, then looked again, and got up by herself with a pale face.

"It's okay, just pick up the broken vegetables and cook them later." The woman looked at the girl and boy eating candy next to her: "It's almost time to eat, stop eating, Zhaodi is not allowed to steal your brother's candy."

The woman wiped her hands and went back to the kitchen.

The dirty little girl stood there, looking at the girl and boy opposite with dark eyes.

They held a candy in their mouths and showed a smug smile at her.

The little girl turned around and picked up one vegetable leaf after another, and tears hit the leaves one after another.

"Mom, why are you crying?" The little boy looked up anxiously at Xiao Yajun who was crying like rain.

Xiao Yajun woke up from a dream, hugged her son and cried out in a cry of sadness: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Chapter completed!