I Became the Prime Minister’s Adored Wife after Transmigrating

To everyone's surprise, the blood flowing from Tian Guangsheng's wrist was not bright red;

But glowing a little black.

"This is?" Ji Zhao was also stunned!

Black blood means—poison?

"A Tao, short needle."

Ji Zhao hurriedly returned to his senses, and immediately handed over the short needle.

Immortal Crane narrowed his eyes, and quickly aimed at the veins on his wrist, but in the blink of an eye, the convexity on the Daling acupoint collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Boiling water."

Throwing the short needle into the boiling water, the hot water that was still steaming turned dark red.

"Drink this soup."

When Zhao Lanhua brought the cooked soup, Immortal Xianhe hurriedly said to Tian Guangsheng.

"it is good!"

The bowl of black soup poured down his throat and poured into his heart, the bitterness made people want to vomit.

"Okay." Immortal Crane quickly bandaged his wrist, "Don't touch the water within three days; in addition, you need to drink three more decoctions just now."

"Thank you so much!"

"Do you still remember how your hand was injured?"

Tian Guangsheng thought about it carefully, and finally shook his head.

It's not that he didn't have any guesses in his heart, it's just that the matter is serious, if he is a little careless, not only will he lose his life, but the Lanhua family will also be implicated.

So he must not mention what he heard in the Fucheng Restaurant back then.

Seeing that he was unwilling to speak, Immortal Xianhe didn't continue to ask.

"The reason why your hand was injured should not be an accident."

Immortal Xianhe took a deep look at him, then turned and left.

Three days later, as the bandage on his hand was removed, Tian Guangsheng was surprised to find that his right hand had recovered as before.

His heart moved, and he immediately went to the kitchen.

At that time, Zhao Lanhua was making noodles, and this afternoon she planned to make the oily and spicy noodles that A Tao had taught her before.

"father?"

"Lanhua, let me try it!" Tian Guangsheng smiled and took the dough from her hand and began to knead it.

Zhao Lanhua's eyes turned red with excitement when she saw him pull out such slender noodles.

"Father, your hand?"

"Okay." Tian Guangsheng tried his best to keep his tone calm, but he still couldn't hide the excitement in his heart.

His hand really fully recovered.

So at noon that day, the Shen family tasted a bowl of extremely delicious oily and spicy noodles.

Everyone was amazed when they heard that it was made by their grandfather's hands.

"Thank you, Master Xianhe." Tian Guangsheng picked up the wine glass in front of him and stood up, then bowed gratefully to Master Xianhe to thank him!

"You're being polite," Immortal Xianhe smiled nonchalantly, "I'm only helping you because of my good disciple."

"A Tao, you are really the lucky star of our family!" Zhao Lanhua said with a smile.

"That's right! I also think what mother said is right!" The second sister-in-law Shen quickly praised, "I used to think that the noodles made by mother were super delicious, and I kept thinking, is my grandfather's craftsmanship better? No, today Finally tasted it!"

Tian Guangsheng's hand was finally healed, and everyone in the Shen family was sincerely happy for him.

"Speaking of which, it will be June 16 in a few days. Boss and second child, are you ready for the things I told you?" Zhao Lanhua asked hastily, "This time we must let the third child have a good time." Welcome A Tao into the gate of our Shen family!"

"Mother, just put your mind at one hundred and twenty, my second brother and I are ready."

"The sedan chair, bride price, and banquet are all ready." Shen Erlang also put down the bowl and chopsticks, and said with a simple smile, "There is only one problem left."

"What's the problem?" Zhao Lanhua asked solemnly.

"Mother, since our family is marrying A Tao, shouldn't A Tao go back to Shiliu Village to get married?"

"But hasn't the previous yard of Ji's family been sold?" Zhao Lanhua said worriedly, frowning.

"Mother, I want to take Ji Chen back to Shiliu Village tomorrow morning. I want to pay homage to my grandfather." Ji Zhao said softly.

"Okay, let the third child go with you!"

"By the way, Dad, didn't you say that Shiliu Village and our Shanghe Village are going to merge? Why is this matter suddenly silent?" Shen Dalang suddenly remembered another matter and asked curiously.

"A few days ago, I heard from Uncle Huzi that this matter might be difficult." Shen Dashan put down his bowl and chopsticks, and said in a low voice, "It was Mr. Ma's job to merge Shiliu Village and Shanghe Village into one village." My idea; now that Mr. Ma has been promoted, this new Mr. Ji has devoted himself to improving the law and order of the county, and I am afraid that he will not be able to care about these things for a while!"

Everyone has his own style of doing things, Mr. Ma may not take the policy that Mr. Ma has set before Mr. Ji will take it to heart.

Regarding this matter, Ji Zhao didn't say anything, and a big plan was brewing in her heart.

But that plan might be shelved until after she gets married.

On the tenth day of June, Shen Yao accompanied Ji Zhao and his brother back to Shiliu Village.

Today's Shiliu Village is getting more and more decadent.

Most of the young people in the village have gone to work in the county, and the rest are old people.

Lifting a corner of the curtain, Ji Zhao saw the old people sitting under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village to enjoy the shade from a distance.

She took Ji Chen out of the carriage, and obediently greeted several familiar elders.

"A Tao is back?"

"Chen Chen has grown so tall?"

Ji Zhao smiled and distributed the cakes he brought to these kind and kind elders, and then took Ji Chen to the grave of old man Ji.

Probably because no one took care of it, the tomb of Mr. Ji's tomb was overgrown with weeds, making it very desolate.

"Grandfather, Ah Tao is not filial, and it took so long to come to see you." Ji Zhao knelt straight in front of the tomb, his tone full of guilt and self-blame.

At that time, Shen Yao was leading Ji Chen to help clean up the weeds in front of the tomb.

Ji Zhao placed the snacks she made by herself in front of the tomb, and lit the incense paper again.

"Grandfather, I have already worshiped a master for Chen Chen, don't worry, that Master Song is very personable, and he is very patient with Chen Chen; by the way, Chen Chen's paintings are very beautiful." Ji Zhao smiled. Yingying talked for a while, but her eyes turned red unknowingly.

For the original owner, Ji's house is not a warm place;

But Mr. Ji gave all his warmth to Ji Zhao and Ji Chen.

It's a pity that good people don't live long.

"A Tao," Shen Yao knelt beside her, held her hand tenderly, then looked at the tombstone in front of him with a sincere face, and said firmly, "Grandfather, I will treat you well in the future. A Tao!"

"Shen Yao, thank you."

Ji Zhao looked up at him with gentle eyes.

Shen Yao smiled back, his deep eyes were still full of tenderness and affection.