In the evening, Yan Zhaoshi returned to his home in Shuiqin Lane exhausted.

The book shop will not close until very late. Before Yan Jingguang returned home, Lefu went to Pingcheng. Yan Zhaoshi invited an old lady who lives nearby to come to cook every day.

The woman went home after cooking. Yan Zhaoshi knocked on the door. It took a long time before Tian Zhenzhen opened the door from inside.

It was already dark, and Yan Zhaoshi couldn't see Tian Zhenzhen's face clearly. It was not until he entered the room that he saw that Tian Zhenzhen's cheeks were red and swollen, and there were still a few finger marks on his originally snow-white face that had not yet faded.

"My mother, your face, what's going on?" Yan Zhaoshi subconsciously looked at Tian Zhenzhen's belly. Fortunately, Tian Zhenzhen didn't look like she had a stomachache.

Tian Zhenzhen noticed that Yan Zhaoshi was looking at her belly and felt a stern. Yan Zhaoshi loved the child in her belly much more than she loved, so she had to give birth to the child smoothly so that she could hold the position of the official wife.

She made up her mind and said something she had prepared in advance: "Today my sister sent someone to call me. After I went there, my sister called the doctor to take the pulse of my family...

After the doctor left, my sister...beated the slave, saying that I was pregnant before marriage, and lost the face of her and her brother-in-law. Although the slave and my husband had already got married, they would still be told by others after the child fell into trouble. My sister wanted to let the slave and the slave refused. The slave told my sister that my husband had no children and treated this child like a treasure, and would definitely train him into a talent in the future."

When Yan Zhaoshi heard that Tian actually wanted to let Tian Zhenzhen die, he was furious and said, "Zheng, you did the right thing. This is the blood of my Yan family. I am my legitimate son and eldest son. I will definitely not let him suffer any grievances. Please wait. One day, my son will give you an imperial decree."

Yan Zhaoshi was just a juren, and his career was only eighth or ninth rank. If he wanted to ask Tian Zhenzhen for an imperial edict, he would have no chance in his life and could only count on his son.

Tian Zhenzhen was so moved that she burst into tears. Her husband was so kind to her, it was so nice to her.

"My husband, it would be great if you could be transferred to another place, so that your son would not be told by others since childhood as his sister said."

Tian Zhenzhen didn't know what Yan Zhaoshi was going to transfer, and now she really wanted to leave Qingshui County.

She felt that as long as she stayed in Qingshui County, her brother-in-law would not let her go. She was lucky to come back today. In the future, maybe one day my brother-in-law would tell Yan Zhaoshi about her at her parents' home.

At that time, Yan Zhaoshi would definitely guess that this child was not his.

After Tian Zhenzhen said this, Yan Zhaoshi then remembered that he had another important thing he had not said.

He said that he would be transferred to Shifeng County, and Tian Zhenzhen was surprised and happy when she heard this.

What was shocked was that Yan Zhaoshi was actually going to be transferred away, and what was happy was that she would not have to be threatened by her brother-in-law again.

"Ah, really? That's great, my husband, when will we set off?"

Looking at Tian Zhenzhen's happy appearance, Yan Zhaoshi understood that she was for her unborn son.

When we arrived in Shifeng County, no one knew when they got married, and after their son was born, no one would have doubts about the lack of months.

His eldest son is to be the top scorer, the second scorer, and to become a Tanhualang, and to become a guest in the future, so there is no flaw in his life.

"But Shifeng County is far away and there are still barbarians in the local area. I don't want you mother and son to suffer."

Not only did he not want Tian Zhenzhen and his son to suffer, Yan Zhaoshi himself did not want to suffer. During those days in Pingcheng, he had already finished all his hardships. Now he finally lived a good life and he no longer wanted to suffer.

Tian Zhenzhen didn't know where Shifeng County was. When she heard Yan Zhaoshi say that it was remote and she would suffer in the past, her brows frowned slightly and then stretched again.

Even in a remote county town, it is better than in Tianjia Village. There is only one well in the village. In winter, you have to go to the stream to wash clothes. The stream is so cold that it is so cold that it is so cold that it is in the cracks of your fingers.

What's more, she is an official wife. She either lives in the yamen or lives in a unique courtyard not far from the yamen. So what if there are barbarians? Do barbarians dare to provoke their family?

Thinking of this, Tian Zhenzhen put a heart in her stomach.

She touched her stomach with one hand and stroked Yan Zhaoshi's chest with the other hand, and said softly: "I am not afraid of suffering, and my son is not afraid of suffering. As long as I can be with my husband, I am not afraid of anything. I am willing to be a single person and never leave me together."

A warm current surged into my heart, and Yan Zhaoshi hugged Tian Zhenzhen excitedly: "What a wish to be a person who is single-minded, and if you have a wife like this, what else can your husband ask for? Zhenniang, don't worry, I, Yan Zhaoshi, will never let you down in this life."

Beijing, Ding family.

Lord Ding frowned when he received a letter from Yan Zhaoshi.

Mrs. Ding watched coldly. Just as the servant brought the letter in, she glanced at the envelope and saw that the handwriting of Qingshui County Yan was written on it, and she guessed that it was Yan Zhaoshi's letter.

Since Mrs. Ding learned that Li Qiniang's second marriage husband was actually Duke Ding, she wished her husband had completely cut off contact with Yan Zhaoshi.

Since Lord Ding came to the capital and became an official in Beijing, he has completely understood what officialdom is.

He didn't want to have any contact with Yan Zhaoshi, but Yan Zhaoshi wrote a letter himself, so he could no longer return the letter.

He opened the letter and looked at it ten lines, and after reading it, his eyebrows turned into a bump.

Mrs. Ding asked, "It's Yan Juren's letter. Is there anything he has to do with the master?"

After all, he is a couple for more than 20 years. Although Lord Ding has many dissatisfaction with his wife, his wife is also the person he trusts the most.

He sighed and handed the letter to Mrs. Ding: "Look at it."

Mrs. Ding took the letter in confusion, and after reading it, she burst into laughter.

"This Yan Juren is really confused. As he guessed, the reason why he was far-reaching was because of what Li Wenbin did. Then he came to the master. Is he trying to find someone in the capital to suppress Li Wenbin? He might not think that the master is in Dali Temple."

Lord Ding was a little annoyed, but after Mrs. Ding said this, it became funny.

He smiled and shook his head: "I originally thought that if he became an official, he would become pragmatic, but I didn't expect that he was so old that he was still so scholarly. Li Wenbin was the one who the prince liked. He would sooner or later to go to Beijing. Now he stayed in Tengzhou, but he was just asking him to earn his qualifications. He still saw that as long as he didn't make trouble, he would definitely be entrusted with important tasks in three or five years.

Alas, this old Yan actually asked me to find someone to impeach Li Wenbin, and I don’t know what he thought.”

Mrs. Ding folded the letter and put it in the envelope, took off the lampshade, and burned the letter to ashes in the candlelight.

This kind of faith will naturally be burned, and keeping it will bring disaster.

The flames were beating, and Li Qiniang, who was shining in the colorful lights that night, appeared in front of Mrs. Ding's eyes.
Chapter completed!