"...It's good if my sister-in-law knows it."

Zhang Jusi snorted coldly and went to hug Brother Chun.

Brother Chun cried fiercely. He didn't want anyone to hug him now, so he just stretched out his hands to look at Ning.

Ning changed into a clean and clean dress with lotus embroidered on the collar, tied her hair into a clean round bun, turned around and took Chun Ge'er, coaxing him: "Don't cry, don't cry anymore, Chun Ge'er be good."

Chun Ge'er used his chubby little arm to hug Ning's neck, and whined her in grievance, looking around, as if looking for something.

They also looked at people's faces one by one.

After watching for a while, I turned my head and cried...

Wang was sad to see it, and his arms were tightened.

Although Chun Ge'er is young, her heart is bright... Her son can't understand her. He is thinking of Zhang Juning...

When Zhang Juning was still alive, she was not very good to her, but she was very kind to Brother Chun. She would hold him and tease him for a while every day.

Brother Chun looked like this... Zhang Jusi felt bad. She stared at Ning's mother and son for a while.

As soon as the eldest brother died, Chun Ge'er looked so pitiful.

The sun is half hidden and half exposed and hidden in the dark clouds, gloomy.

When Zhang Heng received the mourning letter, he was talking to the farmer on the ground to see whether to plant soybeans or corn millet in autumn. He was shocked and sad, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

When the younger generation dies, the elders will bid farewell.

Zhang Heng no longer cared about anything else and immediately asked someone to notify his two sons - Zhang Zhe and Zhang Ming, put on plain clothes, and the three of them rushed to Kyoto together.

Zhang Heng arrived on the morning of the third day of Zhang Juning's death. Looking up, there were white cloth hanging everywhere in front of Zhang's mansion, and people came to pay their respects.

Butler Liu had been waiting at the door, and when he saw Zhang Heng and others, he hurriedly walked inside.

The girls and servants bowed one after another, and linen was tied to their chests.

Zhang Heng asked Butler Liu: "How could the eldest young master die?

I left some time ago, what happened?"

There was still dust at the hem of his straight hem, and his face was several years older than his actual age.

He sighed heavily, remembering that he beat Brother Ning not long ago, but now that he dies, he only feels regretful.

Butler Liu helped him walk to Jingwu’s mourning hall and said a long story short: “…You are mourning.

The eldest young master was killed by his enemy. The master has asked Jingzhao Yamen to solve the case. It is estimated that the result will be out soon."

The one who knelt in front of the spirit burned the paper was Zhang Ju'an, Zhang Xiu, and Zhang Juling who were receiving the people who came to pay their respects... Zhang Heng came here at this time.

The girl handed the yellow paper to Zhang Heng, and also to Zhang Zhe and Zhang Ming.

"Brother Ning... Grandfather is here to see you."

Zhang Heng said "ah"... Zhang Juning is the eldest grandson of the third wife, how could he not feel sorry for him?

Even if he was beaten with a horse, he was so deeply in love and so deeply in charge.

He squatted down and plucked the yellow paper in the brazier, saying, "Grandfather will burn more paper money for you, so you can walk smoothly on the road to the underworld."

Wang was crying when she listened on the side. She could dream of her eldest son's childhood appearance as soon as she fell asleep in the past two days, and she was still acting coquettishly and asked her to hug her.

At night, Wu.

Zhang Juling had dinner with Gu Han and just sat down to rest.

A notice from the little girl came from outside, saying that Changle Pavilion sent someone to invite Zhang Juling over and said that she would let her get faster.

"It's so late, what did my grandfather tell you to do?"

Gu Han sat in front of the dressing table and took out the golden hairpin on his head.

Zhang Juling narrowed his eyes. He lived with his grandfather for more than ten years. Naturally, he knew what his grandfather's temper was.

He was so anxious when he asked him to go this time... I'm afraid it was related to Zhang Juning's affairs.

"……fine."

Zhang Juling tidied up his collar, got up and walked out.

Gu Han reached out and grabbed his sleeve, smiled, looked up and asked, "When will you come back tonight?"

She still remembers that after the two had a quarrel, Zhang Juling went to Changle Pavilion to rest.

"What's wrong?"

Zhang Juling rubbed her hair.

"No.

Just ask you casually.”

"I'll be back after talking to my grandfather... don't worry."

Talking to her own grandfather, what is there to worry about?

Gu Han said "yes", let go and let him go.

Zhang Juling looked at his wife and felt that she was a little reluctant to leave, so she lowered her head and kissed her lips, whispered: "You are in a bad health, don't wait for me, go to bed first.

When I come back, the movement will be smaller and will not affect you..."

Gu Han blushed and said, "Yes, go, don't let grandfather wait for you."

She always knew that Zhang Juling was kind to her.

Zhang Juling laughed softly and took the curtain out and went out.

The night is dim.

The study in Changle Pavilion is like a bean.

Zhang Juling walked in and saw Zhang Heng standing behind the desk at a glance.

"grandfather."

He bowed and bowed.

"Here you come..." Zhang Heng looked cold under the candlelight.

Zhang Juling said "um" and wanted to speak again, but Zhang Heng waved his hand to stop him. He looked at the servant standing in the room and ordered: "There is no need to serve here, you all go out."

Zhang Juling's eyes flashed.

I also confirmed my inner thoughts.

"Do you know why I asked you to come?"

Zhang Heng asked.

“…I don’t know much.”

Zhang Juling frowned: "What did you ask me to come here to do?"

He wanted to see his grandfather's reaction again.

Zhang Heng looked at him for a while, raised his hand and slapped him.

Zhang Juling was beaten and turned his face away, and five finger marks appeared on her cheeks like white jade.

Red, with obvious finger marks.

Zhang Juling kept his face tilted and looked at Zhang Heng forward for a long time.

My grandfather was so angry that he calmed him down.

Slap people in the face or not.

My grandfather knew about Zhang Juning like this!

How could it be so fast?

It took only half a day for my grandfather to arrive at the Zhang family... Could it be that something happened again?

If it was his own culprit, Zhang Juling didn't believe it.

He chose all of those people, and he taught them for a while, but he could still trust his character.

Besides, my grandfather didn't know that he was favoring the dead man.

Who is it?

Zhang Heng looked at his grandson who had grown up in front of him and gritted his teeth and scolded him: "Do you know why I want to hit you?"

Disappointment and anger hit the heart.

How did the grandson, who has always been well-behaved and sensible, do such an ethical thing?

Zhang Juling didn't speak.

Zhang Heng didn't expect him to say anything. Zhang Juling was like this since he was a child. He recognized anything and couldn't even turn back. "You were bullied by Ning Ge'er and others when you were a child. I stopped you when I saw it... Later, I took it to my side to raise it.

Tell me carefully, so many years have passed... Have I treated you badly?"

Zhang Juling's knees softened and she knelt in front of Zhang Heng, "No."

No matter what, my grandfather treated him very well.

"You still know?"

Zhang Heng became even more angry, "...I am busy on weekdays, and I even signed you up for a private school, letting my teacher teach you how to be a person and know etiquette... This is how you learned it?

Dare to kill the elder brother!"

Zhang Juling smiled, "Grandfather, I did kill Zhang Juning, but I don't regret it at all.

Zhang Juning coveted my biological mother and even designed to sank Han'er into the Datong River... If Mr. Gu hadn't passed by, Han'er would have probably died! Grandfather, he did this, what should I do?"

"No matter who you heard said I killed him or guessed... I admit it.

I've also thought about saving his life.

But, do you know what he said?

He said that he would not only want my biological mother to die, but also want Han'er to die, and he wanted me to become a lonely person..."

Zhang Heng looked in disbelief.

When Shuming came to send him tea to him, he asked him to tell me what happened to Zhang Juling's killing Zhang Juning. After he asked, Shuming said it probably... He didn't expect the truth to be like this.

Zhang Juling's mouth curled up, her face was even more beautiful, but her eyes were a little dim.

Zhang Heng and Zhang Juling have been together the most, so they naturally know what he is thinking... They sighed in their hearts.

"Grandfather, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing that Zhang Heng was not speaking, Zhang Juling slowly spoke: "Do you think I am cruel or ruthless or selfish?

I don’t care. Han’er is my wife. If I can’t even protect her, what kind of man is she?”

"Average people of length... Why can Zhang Juning repeatedly assassinate my close relatives? I have to endure it?"

"Brother Ling..." Zhang Heng couldn't speak.

Zhang Juling said to Zhang Heng again: "Grandfather, grandson has grown up, and for the first time I have someone who wants to protect him well for the rest of my life... No matter how you do it, it's my own business, and no one should talk too much."

Gu Han is his wife, and he is the most untouchable limit.

Zhang Heng sighed: "Brother Ling, don't say that grandfather is partial.

You were raised by me personally, even if I want to be biased, I will be biased towards you.

But you really shouldn't have killed Brother Ning... You are the one who wants to go on a stable career, so the matter of killing Brother will be spread."

He said "ah" and "You're done."

Zhang Juling smiled brightly: "Grandfather said it wrong.

There are rumors outside that Zhang Juning was killed by his enemies or that he had been investigated by the yamen... What does it have to do with me?"

After Zhang Juling finished speaking, he kowtowed three times to Zhang Heng and left the study without looking back.

Shuming was guarding outside. When he saw him coming out, "The Third Young Master..." As soon as he said that, he raised his eyes and saw the fingerprints on Zhang Juling's face. He was stunned and stuttered: "You, you are..."

Zhang Juling didn't say anything. In the study, Zhang Heng's figure was reflected on the inner window, a little hunched.

He looked at it for a while before turning around and leaving.

As soon as Gu Han fell asleep, the sound of the little girl reporting Zhang Juling's return came.

She thought about it and did not get up, but just lifted up the tent and waited.

After Zhang Juling entered the house, he only said hello to her and walked towards the clean room.

Gu Han was stunned for a moment, but didn't say anything, and lay back on the inside.

After a rumbling sound, Zhang Juling blew out a few candles and lay beside Gu Han.

"Husband."

Gu Han snuggled to Zhang Juling with a thin quilt wrapped in a red embroidered crabapple flower, and asked him, "What did grandfather tell you?"

"No.

It’s just some daily trivial matters…” Zhang Juling hugged his wife and took her in his arms, whispering: “Grandfather is old and his words are quite fragmentary. I’ll stay with him for a while.”

Don't tell your wife.

My grandfather was so kind to him, and he was unhappy when he heard that he killed Zhang Juning... and his wife must be unhappy too.

Who would like a ruthless person?

Gu Han said "Oh" and knew that Zhang Juling was close to his grandfather, so he didn't say anything.

Yawning sleepily: "Husband, let's sleep...I'm so sleepy."

"good."

In the darkness, Zhang Juling's voice was very clear. He kissed his wife's forehead and said, "... Let's go to bed."
Chapter completed!