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He didn't care about anything at all. He was simply tacitly admitting to it.

After all, she was just a tiny little concubine. Compared to the benefits, whether she lived or died was not important.

Zhao Lingyi was well aware of this fact. He didn't want to give up on his son. She was already used to it and smiled, "I used to, but now I won't. After all, I'm the only heir in the family."

The Gongsun family had thirty-one children, and now they were forty-four. Her father was four years older than her and was nearly fifty years old. At such an age, wanting to have another child was undoubtedly a pipe dream.

The Tang Dynasty was open to the public, with hundreds of families fighting for it. The status of women was greatly enhanced, and many childless families would choose to recruit a husband to continue their bloodline.

Before a father had a son, if he wanted to continue the bloodline, he could only rely on himself. Zhao Lingyi couldn't help but sigh. Zhao Shiqing's death had been too good.

Just as he was thinking, he heard the maidservant outside announce, "The old master's wife has come to visit the eldest miss."

Good timing.

She stood up and saw the two enter. When Zhao Zhizhan saw her, he frowned and stroked his beard. He said in a deep voice, "Are you alright? Don't get out of bed easily."

Gongsun shi, who had followed them in, paused for a moment. She was clearly talking about a nightmare, but the old master said that he was sick. It was clear that he wanted to protect this little bitch. He was a bit gloomy as he lectured, "Seeing that you didn't come out to greet me, I was afraid that you would be too sick to get up. I didn't expect you to be dressing yourself. Everyone really loves beauty. But you also have to worry about your body."

Zhao Lingyi smiled. He had just arrived and wanted to pin the hat on himself.

Tang with filial piety across the world, parents come to visit, children should welcome. If it was said that she was too ill to get up, it would be a different matter. However, she had the strength to comb her makeup. She didn't even have the strength to get up to greet her elders. She couldn't escape an unfilial hat.

Moreover, she was only a concubine, a lowly and lowly concubine. If the slightest bad reputation was spread out, she would die without a burial place.

"My daughter went to school, entered the Taoist school, and acknowledged my master as her master. Since her daughter was born in the Zhao Family, even if she was ill, she shouldn't have been so sloppy. Otherwise, wouldn't she be disgracing the Zhao Family? " After Zhao Lingyi finished talking, he coughed loudly. His thin body moved up and down like a thin branch of a willow. It broke in half after a slight break.

This also proved that she was truly weak and powerless.

Zhao Zhizhan's eyes softened as he ordered: "Yan Fei, help your young miss sit down and rest."

"Thank you, father, for your understanding." Zhao Lingyi thanked him and sat down softly. Under his cloud bun, his pale face looked even more pitiful.

When Gongsun Shi saw her, she suddenly thought of Auntie Xiao. These two bitches were here to get rid of her! She clenched her fist and spoke harshly, "As a mother, I am much more at ease to see how sharp your words are and how meticulous your thoughts are. However, filial piety comes first. You are the one who pays attention to etiquette, while not caring about filial piety. Isn't that the same as sullying the Zhao Family? "

Zhao Lingyi raised his eyebrows and said with a hoarse voice, "My body is covered with skin, but my parents have taken it. If it is damaged, then it is unfilial." However, a martyr sacrificing himself to help others was a person that was praised by the world. Might this not be filial piety? A disrespectful country has no home without filial piety. Rites and filial piety are not even on the same level. As long as my heart respects my father, and my father senses it, why should I argue? "

Mrs Gongsun was speechless for a moment as she looked at Zhao Zhizhan. The latter lowered his head as if he didn't notice the tension between them. Her heart instantly turned cold.

Qing'er had died, and his clan had declined. Thus, he had begun to pretend to be mute.

She smiled hypocritically. "I'm just afraid that you'll be bewitched by the water ghost. Look at your neck, it's still bruised up to a certain point."

Zhao Lingyi sighed, took out a handkerchief and wiped his tears, "This was Brother's muddleheaded grab. When I realized it was my neck, I immediately let go. Brother, you were afraid of hurting me. While I was unconscious, I dreamt of my elder brother. I wanted to tightly grab his hand and tell him not to let go … "

"This is Qing Er's soul that has yet to leave. Since this is the case, we should find a Yin Yang Master to take a look. I have already invited the Yin Yang Clan's Mr. Jin." Gongsun clan sneered coldly. They didn't want to give up this opportunity and directly made a promise.

Zhao Zhizhan frowned, "Why didn't I know?"

She raised her chin and said arrogantly, "My nephew has just been promoted to the position of leader of the imperial guards. I specially asked him to invite someone for me. I thought he would tell the lord when the next assembly begins."

The leader of the royal guards?

The third rank official in charge of the palace guards. Didn't the Gongsun family not have any outstanding talents in their generation? How could they have become the leader of the imperial guards?

Zhao Zhizhan kept his displeased expression and didn't say a word. As a speculator, he valued benefits more than others.

Zhao Lingyi took everything in his eyes. He gave a smile that was not a smile and didn't seem to care.

The relationship between people is nothing but predation, competition, mutual exploitation and parasitism.

Of course, there will also be a person in this world who understands, loves, and loves you, and that person is himself.

She was supported into the hall and sat down in a daze. Although she felt pain coming from her chest, there was no sign of it on her face.

No matter how painful it was, he had already experienced it.

She waited quietly for the danger, then thought about the Jedi's counterattack.

When the man came in, he had a playful smile on his face. It was hard to tell if the smile was a smile or a mocking laugh, but it looked very frivolous, just like his beautiful red clothes. The halo was still flowing, and on his delicate skin, his black star-like eyes emitted an enchanting light.

He didn't look like a Warlock, but more like a romantic young master. However, no one dared to question his authority in the area of destiny.

After all, this person was the next heir to the Yin Yang family.

He was holding a black folding fan and patting his palm. It was very boring, but when his gaze fell on the weak girl, his eyes couldn't help but narrow like a fox's. He pointed his fan at her and said sharply, "This girl has the potential to bring disaster upon countries."

Zhao Ling Yi frowned and before he could say anything, Madame Gongsun stood up and handed the eight words over. "Please look at this, Mr. Jin. These are her eight words."

Jin Yuqiang pinched his fingers and said solemnly: "Men make 258, and women take 369. February 28th, this is the life of a man. Born to a woman. Moreover, most of the daughters born in February were unlucky. "My life has been rough, but the bonds of kinship are too thin."

Lady Gongsun gripped the table tightly, her face filled with resentment. She glared at Zhao Lingyi and said, "You did indeed kill Qing'er."

"Madam!" Zhao Zhizhan humphed in a low voice and warned her that there were outsiders present. But from beginning to end, he never once looked at his daughter.

Zhao Ling Yi was not surprised, but he didn't think much of it either. He held the teacup with both hands, hoping to warm himself with the water.

Jin Yuqiang was surprised. If he had been too presumptuous and disapproved of the disaster that was coming his way, then he should have reacted when he was told he was related to someone else.

Perhaps he couldn't believe it, or even doubt his own words, but he shouldn't have kept it to himself.

He smiled playfully and said, "In fact, Lord Zhao looks like he has a lot of children and grandchildren, but this young lady's appearance …"

The omitted parts, which give people a guess, tend to achieve a more forceful transmission of meaning than the words themselves.

As expected, Zhao Zhizhan's expression changed. He quickly glanced at his daughter and said in a deep voice, "I understand. Thank you for your guidance, Mr. Jin." I have already prepared a small gift, so I hope that Teacher can accept it. "

"I had thought that Lord Zhao would seek me for a solution." Jin Yuqiang opened her folding fan and slightly raised her pair of fox-like eyes, which were deeply buried in the shattered jade beads. It was flickering with light, like the night sky. It was so dark and bright.

Zhao Zhizhan raised an eyebrow and said in surprise, "There's a solution?"

He propped up his chin and waved the fan in his hand lazily as he smiled and said, "Of course you can. As long as this woman stays in the Taoist temple for a long time and breaks away from the red dust, she will naturally not obstruct Lord Zhao."

What's the difference between having one's hair cut off to be a sister-in-law and having it ruined for the rest of one's life?

With just a word, he had decided his entire life?

"Teacher believes in the Yin-Yang magic. I wonder, have you calculated it for yourself before?"

Zhao Lingyi sneered as he got up and slowly walked over. She had been in the palace long enough to walk, sit and lie, and its rules. At this moment, it was as if she was on top of a cloud, not exposing her body. However, there wasn't the slightest bit of movement from her dress. Her lotus steps moved to the west, and she seemed to want to continue moving.

Jin Yuqiang didn't expect her to ask such a question. Laughing out loud, he naturally calculated it, just like how a doctor couldn't even compare to a doctor. He could calculate it, but …

"Whap."

On the other side of the river, he was suddenly soaked in sweat.

Zhao Lingyi was standing right in front of him. He held an empty teacup in his hand as he asked condescendingly, "Mister, have you ever thought about how I would turn you into a drowned man?"

Since his life had already started anew, what was the point?

Jin Yuqiang was stunned. Shaking his head, he honestly replied, "I didn't count."

He really didn't expect this to happen.

"How dare you!" Zhao Zhizhan didn't expect his daughter to do such a thing and was immediately enraged. "Why are you messing around like this? Quickly apologize to Mister!"

"Nonsense?" She tilted her head and giggled. She stared straight at her father and said coldly, "Aren't you messing around with your father? A Warlock actually told me so. "

That cold gaze was like the moon shooting into a cold river. It made one feel as if they were beneath a glacier, in the midst of a swift river.

Zhao Zhizhan couldn't speak for a while.

"It's fine." Jin Yuqiang wiped the water droplets off her face, and asked in a serious tone, "Miss doesn't believe in fate?"

Zhao Lingyi stood straight like an eternally immutable mountain. She lightly laughed, and with a sort of apathy and indifference that seemed to see through everything, she asked, "If I believe it, then there is divine retribution. I don't believe it, where did this destiny come from? "

Such a weak person! What a domineering person!

Jin Yuqiang laughed as he carefully sized up the young girl before him. It was as if he had seen his old self. As a teenager, his words were meaningless. He always said, "I don't believe in fortune telling."