I Became the Prime Minister’s Adored Wife after Transmigrating

  Chapter 174 is exactly the same

  When Ji Zhao accompanied Shen Yao back to the inn, it was already late;

  In the night of early autumn, there is a bit of coolness in the breeze;

  The moonlight is hazy, the shadows of the trees are floating, and the night seems to be more silent.

  Ji Zhao looked at Shen Yao who was standing in front of the window with his hands behind his back, and shouted worriedly, "Shen Yao, are you okay?"

  Hearing Ji Zhao's voice, Shen Yao gradually came to his senses.

   "Well, it's okay."

   "Tremella pear soup, drink it while it's hot?" Ji Zhao pointed to the table on the other side with a smile, and suggested softly.

   "A Tao, do you think that if a person lives in a daze, isn't that also a kind of happiness?" After finishing the bowl of pear soup, Shen Yao suddenly said with emotion.

   "I don't agree with this sentence," Ji Zhao shook his head, "Everyone's life is different, and no one can empathize with it."

   "What's more, how do you know that a confused person has no other worries?"

   "A Tao's words always have a different meaning, which is enlightening."

   "Shen Yao, I have a suggestion now, would you like to listen to it?" Ji Zhao narrowed his eyes and asked with a smile.

   "Huh? Would you like to hear more about it?"

"Wait a minute!" Ji Zhao smiled and hurried out the door. Within a quarter of an hour, she came in again with a basin of hot water. She wrung out the handkerchief and handed it to Shen Yao, "Wipe it first. Wipe your face."

  Shen Yao obeyed obediently, but his heart was still full of doubts.

   "Now sit in that position obediently," Ji Zhao pointed to a chair not far away, and smiled slightly, "Then take off your shoes and socks, and soak your feet comfortably."

   After Shen Yao washed his face and soaked his feet, Ji Zhao let him lie on the bed again—

  She patted his face and said with a smile, "Now you just need to empty your head, close your eyes and have a good sleep, and you will definitely feel refreshed tomorrow morning!"

  Shen Yao didn't expect her suggestion to be this?

  For a while, I just felt dumbfounded.

   "Why, don't you believe me?" Ji Zhao raised his eyebrows and said, "Sleeping is the best way to solve your troubles. If sleeping alone is boring, then I will sleep with you?"

  Shen Yao moved to the side very obediently, leaving a place for her.

   Puchi—

  Ji Zhao was amused, and scratched the tip of his nose angrily, "Don't think too much, just close your eyes and go to sleep!"

"how about you?"

   "Of course I—sleep together!"

  Just as Ji Zhao's voice fell, the waiter knocked on the door and brought a brand new bedding.

  Ji Zhao immediately spread out the bedding, and got in quickly. Before going to sleep, he didn't forget to say good night to Shen Yao.

   After a while, Ji Zhao let out a slight snoring sound;

  Accompanied by her snoring, Shen Yao also felt extremely sleepy, and fell asleep after a while.

  The next morning.

  When Shen Yao opened his eyes, Ji Zhao was still soundly asleep.

  He carefully crossed her waist, put on her shoes and socks, turned and walked out of the room.

  At a quarter of an hour, Ji Zhao also woke up.

  The sweet smell lingering in the air is mouth-watering.

"smell good!"

   "Little Lantern Festival made with sweet-scented osmanthus wine." Shen Yao, who was reading a book, hurriedly walked to her side after hearing the movement, and gently raised his lips, "I just bought it, and it's just right if I eat it now."

   "Okay!" Ji Zhao immediately lifted the quilt, washed up quickly, then sat at the table, and began to enjoy the delicious little Lantern Festival.

  The sweet and glutinous Lantern Festival is mixed with the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus and the sweetness of rice wine. The taste is very rich and delicious.

   "Delicious!" Ji Zhao, who put down the bowl and spoon, burped contentedly.

  Shen Yao smiled lightly, and he knew she would definitely like it.

   "Have you packed all the bags?" Ji Zhao saw the dark brown bag on the table not far away, and asked softly, "Are we going back?"

   "Yes." Shen Yao nodded, "I can't help you with the matter of Master. Since there's no point in staying, it's better to go home early."

   "No matter what your thoughts are, I will support and respect all your decisions." Ji Zhao looked into his eyes and promised seriously.

   "A Tao, thank you." Shen Yao smiled gratefully, and gently held her hand, his gentle eyes were full of pampering.

   After the two packed up, they left the inn.

  Shen Yao looked at Ji Zhao beside him, and couldn't help laughing, "I didn't expect you, A Tao, to be so elegant in men's clothing?"

  Ji Zhao's figure is thin, wearing a man's long gown, and then simply **** his black hair, which really has a bit of elegance.

   "The mouth is so sweet!" Ji Zhao said with a smile, "I reward you with a chestnut."

   Husband and wife look at each other and smile;

   Then they rushed towards the city gate together, but on the long street, they suddenly heard the news that Old Master Fan had hanged himself in prison.

  Hearing the sad news, Shen Yao immediately stopped in his tracks, his eyes filled with disbelief!

"how so?"

  No matter what Old Master Fan said, he is also a famous master!

  How dare the magistrate of Leishan County act so boldly?

   No, I'm afraid the person who really killed the killer was not the county magistrate.

   "A Tao, I want to go to Fan's house." Shen Yao looked at Ji Zhao, his eyes were full of pleading, "I want to see my master for the last time."

   "Okay, I'll go with you."

   When the county government gave the news, Old Master Fan admitted that he had stolen the family heirloom of the county magistrate, and committed suicide in prison in fear of crime.

   But the truth is unknown.

   Near noon, Old Master Fan's body was sent back to Fan's house;

  In fact, the Fan family had already been burnt to ruins, and kind neighbors helped build a simple shed next to the ruins to serve as a mourning hall.

  Old Master Fan's first wife had passed away half a year ago, and now there is only one daughter in the family, Fan Hemerocallis, who has just reached the age of Ji.

  The thin and short Fan Hemerocallis, dressed in filial piety, knelt in front of the mourning hall, crying bitterly.

   When Ji Zhao arrived with Shen Yao, there were very few people who came to express their condolences.

   After all, according to the news from the county government, Old Master Fan's death is disgraceful.

   Shen Yao looked at the scene in front of him, feeling sad, and the past images kept appearing in his mind.

  The picture of Old Master Fan patiently giving lectures; praising his laughter; correcting his tone seriously, his voice and smile, as if they are still echoing in my ears.

   "Mentor again, please be blessed!"

  Shen Yao lifted up his robe, knelt straight in front of the mourning hall, and said loudly, "Runzhi once again swears that he will never disappoint his teacher in the future!"

  The originally clear sky was suddenly overcast with heavy rain, pouring down.

  Ji Zhao quickly propped up the oil-paper umbrella and stood beside Shen Yao.

   "A Tao, I want to keep watch for my teacher."

"it is good."

   Only half an hour later, a team of yamen servants rushed over.

  The group of people smashed the mourning hall without saying a word!

  Ji Zhao's eyes fell on the leader of the group, and finally his eyes widened in surprise.

  That man is exactly the same as the whip man who hurt Shen Yao in her dream the night before yesterday!

  (end of this chapter)