Zhao fan grabbed Wen Jiu's chin, "but what you don't know is that the prince never paid attention to the Xie family. Whether they live or die is never important. As long as you are here, it's worth the whole Xie family!"

He grinned, moved his hand down and grabbed the warm wine's neck, "the more you do for Xie Heng, the more painful he will lose you. The more painful he is, the happier the prince will be!"

Zhao fan couldn't figure it out.

This woman is obviously greedy for money and afraid of death. Why can she risk everything for Xie Heng every time?

What's good about the Xie family?

Xie Heng didn't know what to do and made trouble everywhere. Everyone in such a big imperial capital saw him alive and saw ghosts.

Xie Yu was as cold as ice. He saw that everyone had a paralyzed face, as if someone had killed his family in his last life.

Clearly

Obviously, he can give more warm wine, honor, wealth, power and favor. He can give everything he wants!

It happened that she was so indifferent that she would kill him in turn.

Warm wine was pinched and her face turned purple. Zhao fan had great strength. If she made more strength, she could break her vitality.

The rain fell on her long eyelashes and on her cheeks, but it was like the tears of a dying man.

But Wenjiu just looked at Zhao fan, without any struggle, but his eyes were as calm and determined as ink halo and water light.

Zhao fan's heart cooled when she saw it, and unconsciously released her hand.

Warm wine fell in the rain, supported the ground with his hands, and coughed several times before he breathed slowly.

For a time, none of the people in front of the hall spoke.

Only the sound of wind and rain.

Suddenly the door of the temple opened at this time.

Wang Liang came out with two little waiters, stood on the steps and said, "the emperor is awake. Please come with us, shopkeeper Wen."

The sound completely broke the silence.

Warm wine got up from the ground, shook the water on his sleeve and walked up the steps with difficulty.

Seeing this, Wang Liang hurried forward and helped her go in.

Zhao fan's face changed slightly and he was about to follow in.

"Your Highness." Wang Liang turned slightly, stopped him, smiled and said, "the emperor only saw shopkeeper Wen for the time being. Please wait outside."

Zhao fan's face was not very good-looking, but he didn't say anything after all. He watched Wang Liang hold Wen wine into the emperor's bedroom.

The little waiters then closed the door.

Warm wine has been soaked in the rain for too long. Some are top heavy and light. Just now they still support some in front of Zhao fan. When they enter the hall, they are full of strong medicine smell, and they can't stand for a moment.

Fortunately, Wang Liang supported her, so she barely fell.

The Earth Dragon in the hall is warm, the bright yellow curtain weft is blown by the wind, and the hall is filled with medicine fragrance.

After Wenjiu stood still, he gently pushed Wang Liang and signaled him to let go.

The old emperor seemed suspicious, and his temperament became worse and worse after he was ill.

If you see Wang Liang helping her, I'm afraid you won't believe the old man who has been around for decades.

Wang Liang understood and let go of her. He went to the emperor to report back and said, "shopkeeper Wen is coming."

The old emperor leaned on the Dragon couch with a headscarf wrapped on his forehead. His face was waxy yellow and bloodless, his lips were white, and his eyes were turbid and lax.

Warm wine covered with rain, top heavy, even walking is very difficult.

she Every step, the ground is covered with water stains.

It spread all the way from the entrance to the Dragon couch.

warm up wine After saluting a few steps away, he asked the old emperor in a dumb voice, "if the emperor must thank Heng for his life, can I die for him?"

....

Border, barracks.

"Shopkeeper Wen sent someone to deliver food again!"

"Our general is not only fierce in the war, but also has an excellent eye for marrying a daughter-in-law. In this way, there is a little god of wealth who wants what he wants, but he can't find it with a lantern!"

Li Ying waited for food to be delivered to the border, and the soldiers talked enthusiastically while carrying it.

"Where is general Xie?" Li Ying pulled He Yu who came to hand over. "I have something urgent to find the general."

He Yu said, "it's in the master account. I'll take you there."

They went through most of the barracks to the main account. A group of deputy generals were coming out after listening to the lecture. As soon as they saw Li Ying, they surrounded them. "What did shopkeeper Wen send this time?"

"Thank God, shopkeeper Wen sent someone to deliver it when he saw that there was a shortage of food!"

Li Ying held his fist and saluted the crowd. "With our shopkeeper, how can you be hungry? I have something urgent to see the general. Please help yourself!"

When they heard the speech, it was not easy to delay him. They said, "please invite brother Li to drink after returning to Dijing!"

They dispersed.

Li Ying followed He Yu into the main account. As soon as he entered, he saw Xie Heng sitting by the couch, taking a handkerchief and wiping the long sword.

The sunlight came in through the window and reflected on the chopping sword. The sword was as bright as a human being.

"Li Ying?" Xie Heng raised his eyes and looked at the old man. He took the sword back to the scabbard, got up, hooked his lips and said with a smile: "here again, how's ah Jiu?"

As soon as Li Ying heard this, his face changed and said, "the shopkeeper may be too busy these days. He hasn't sent a message to bafangcheng. These rice grains are valuable. She arranged them. We'll send them as soon as we get them."

Xie Heng smelled the speech and smiled quietly in his eyes. "What does it mean that he was too busy to take a message?"

He knows the temperament of ah Jiu best.

Even if she was ill and couldn't get up on her bed, she couldn't rest assured of her business.

After she returned to the imperial capital, Li Ying and the rest of the young managers of bafangcheng were in charge of the business. There were letters every ten days.

Therefore, although Wenjiu is not in bafangcheng, she is still in charge of the business.

Li Ying came to deliver grain twice before, and he could bring some news of warm wine.

This time, he said, there was no letter.

"General!" Li Ying couldn't hold back what he thought. "I haven't received the shopkeeper's letter these days. I'm very upset. My brothers also said that I'm too worried, but the imperial capital is in a mess now. In case someone tells the shopkeeper..."

He didn't dare to say anything later.

Xie Heng's handsome face had sunk, "how late is this letter?"

Li Ying hurriedly replied, "it's been nine days!"

"Nine days..."

Xie Heng's heart sank and hurried out of the main account.

As soon as he walked a few steps, he saw a man flying, kneeling two steps away, and said in a hurry: "childe! Something happened to young lady..."