Yan Yushi wiped away the sweat.

But it's not over yet.

After retiring from the court, the veteran of the prince of Chaozhong Station pulled him over, all of them were satisfied, and the smile was warm and the spring breeze was warm, he had not come to refuse, he had already seen the gloomy and gloomy Menghouye His gaze made a sigh of relief.

The words of the emperor had already directly killed him on the side of the prince!

I'm afraid that if he says that the prince is not good in the future, the emperor's punishment will definitely be several times more severe than before!

Yan Yushi looked sad.

He wants to be a loyal, straightforward and good official, but now...this is all over the wall, and he will lose face in the future!

Yan Yushi sighed again and again, but fortunately, after returning home, his wife was in a stable condition at home. For a whole day, she did not go crazy at all, and she was still able to play with her little daughter.

Seeing his wife's happy appearance, the bitterness in Yan Yushi's heart disappeared instantly.

And Xie Qiao was not idle this afternoon, going to solve the ghost's last wish.

The ghost’s in-law’s surname is Bao, and he has a small property, but that Bao Lunsheng is not motivated. There are a lot of friends and friends. Although he has a livelihood, he does not care about his family. He is a famous prodigal son. , He married again to fill the house.

It has been six or seven years now, and the house has been filled with children. They have held two in three years, one daughter and one child, and the children are not very old.

Xie Qiao surrounded this house and asked the people in this house very clearly.

The life and death of Bao Lun remained unchanged. After marrying Suixian, even if he finally gave birth to a son, he still treated his wife and children very badly.

The wife was hit and scolded. His daughter is more than four years old this year. It is said that she is a well-known hardworking girl who knows how to wash and cook.

Xie Qiao squatted at the door of this house.

After a while, a woman walked out and poured a basin of water outside. Seeing her, she was taken aback.

Immediately afterwards, the woman returned home, took out a cake, and put it in Xie Qiao's arms: "The family is in distress, and there is no money for you. You can eat this to accompany the white water and fill your stomach."

This woman should be Bao Lunsheng's second wife's house.

"..." Xie Qiao was taken aback, then caught the pancake.

Then he took a look at his outfit.

Not bad? It's not like a beggar...

After taking a bite of the pancake, she tilted her head and asked the woman, "Why do you look sad?"

The woman was unkempt, with a "Chuan" mark on her eyebrows. Her skin was rough and dark, and her hands were full of calluses. She was as hot as it is today, but the cracks in her hands weren't healed.

"Why don't you have to worry about living? Isn't it a Taoist priest like you who also worry about three meals a day?" The woman smiled bitterly.

Xie Qiao nodded: "That's true, but... it's hard enough to run around for three meals a day, so why bother to suffer the pain?"

Xie Qiao said, the woman shrank her hand subconsciously and touched her arm.

Looking at Xie Qiao, he was panicked: "Accidentally bumped..."

"Your son is less than three years old this year?" Xie Qiao took a bite of the pancake, swallowed it with a bit of a spicy voice, and swallowed his mouth water. It was indeed much more comfortable: "Father and son, it will go the same way. , What should you do?"

Xie Qiao saw her face, not very good.

The kind that was born to suffer and make up the number.

The ears are small, the life is too small, and the people are as flat as nothing. It is for sinking. If you combine other things, you can see that this woman is old and extinct, and looks poor.

Judging from this aspect, Xie Qiao can already infer the second half of her life from the current state.

The husband brutally beats his wife, the son is watching, the daughter is staring, what will be the result? The daughter will be cowardly, and the son will either do the same, or will slowly follow the father's irritability.