I Became the Prime Minister’s Adored Wife after Transmigrating

After the loud noise, the golden lotus on the wall disappeared abruptly.

In its place is a square entrance.

"Is there a secret way here?" Ji Zhao subconsciously looked at Shen Yao beside him, and asked curiously.

"A Tao, you stay here, I'll go in and have a look." Shen Yao looked up at her and said in a deep voice.

"But..." Ji Zhao wanted to go in with him to have a look.

"Good." Shen Yao glanced at her, and Ji Zhao nodded obediently, "If something feels wrong, run out quickly?"

"Ok."

Shen Yao stooped and walked into the square entrance, seeing darkness in front of her eyes, and she couldn't see her fingers.

Holding on to the wall, he went down the steps step by step, and finally saw a light not far away.

To his surprise, he saw a pair of ignorant and dazed clear eyes, and the half-section of candied haws that the man was holding in his hand.

As time passed bit by bit, Ji Zhao, who was guarding outside, became more and more anxious.

Just as she was walking around anxiously, she finally heard movement.

"Shen Yao, are you okay?" Ji Zhao hurriedly went forward, but found that there was a little tail behind Shen Yao.

"This is?" Ji Zhao looked at the unkempt boy in ragged clothes who was still holding half a candied haws, and frowned blankly, "He..."

"Zhao Zhao, this little boy is locked in a secret room." Shen Yao explained concisely, "He doesn't seem to be able to speak."

"Why does he have the leftover candied haws in his hand?" Ji Zhao's eyes fell on the candied haws in the man's hand, and he became more and more confused, "Did you give it to him?"

"No." Listening to her question, Shen Yao felt dumbfounded, "When I entered the secret room, he already had this bunch of candied haws in his hand."

"Isn't that too strange?" Ji Zhao was even more puzzled, "Could it be that he can fetch things from the air?"

"I don't know." Shen Yao shook his head, and then said, "Zhao Zhao, shall we send him to the government?"

"Also."

For some reason, looking into the eyes of this little boy, Ji Zhao always felt a little familiar.

"Shen Yao, let's take him home first? Should we change him into clean clothes?"

"Also."

At that time, Zhao Lanhua was stewing yam pork rib soup at home.

"Is this fire going to work?" Shen Dashan, who was sitting in front of the hearth, poked his head out and asked with a simple and honest smile.

"Just right!" Zhao Lanhua cheerfully boasted.

When Shen Yao and Ji Zhao rushed back, there was a strong fragrance floating in the yard.

Gulu Gulu.

"Are you hungry?" Ji Zhao heard a loud grunt, and subconsciously looked at the young boy who was tugging at the corner of his clothes.

"Are you back?" Zhao Lanhua came out of the kitchen with a smile when she heard the movement. She took a closer look and thought she was dazzled, "Third brother, A Tao, did you pick up a little beggar?"

"Mother, he shouldn't be a beggar." Ji Zhao explained seriously.

Both she and Shen Yao felt that no one would go to such lengths to lock a little beggar in a secret room.

After Zhao Lanhua knew the origin of this child, she just felt distressed.

"Master, there is hot water in the kitchen, you help this child take a good bath." Zhao Lanhua thought for a while, and quickly ordered Shen Dashan to say something, then glanced at Shen Yao, and said seriously, "Mr. Three, go to the government office to inquire, and see if any family in Fucheng has lost a child in the past few years?"

"A Tao, you go to the inn and ask the money shopkeeper, maybe you can find some useful information?"

"it is good!"

At dusk, the low sky in the distance is covered with colorful clouds.

The setting sun quietly hid behind the green hills, the autumn wind suddenly picked up, and the withered yellow sycamore leaves swirled in the low air, and then fell lightly on the ground. After a while, it began to rain lightly.

"Look at him, he's a pretty boy." Zhao Lanhua filled a bowl of pork rib soup and handed it to the nervous young boy, and praised sincerely, "But he's still a little too thin."

"It's really thin," Shen Dashan couldn't help but said, "When I helped this child take a bath just now, I found that his body is completely skinny, and I don't know whose family this child belongs to. It's really pitiful."

"Both Lao San and A Tao haven't come back yet, maybe they can find some useful news?" Zhao Lanhua glanced at the young boy again, and persuaded, "Good boy, this soup is going to be cold. Hurry up and drink?"

The young boy understood Zhao Lanhua's words, held the bowl of soup, and gulped it down.

That speed is really surprising.

When Ji Zhao and Shen Yao rushed back, he had already drank three whole bowls of pork rib soup.

"How is it? Any news?" Zhao Lanhua asked anxiously.

Shen Yao shook his head, "I've already gone to the government office to inquire. In the past few years, no one has reported missing from the government office, and no one has lost their children."

"Treasurer Qian couldn't tell. He said that he had been to the wine cellar several times before, but he didn't see any children." Ji Zhao shrugged helplessly and explained softly.

"It seems that we won't be able to find the child's family in a while." Zhao Lanhua was also a little disappointed.

"Mother, don't worry." Shen Yao quickly comforted, "The boat will go straight when it reaches the bridge, let's have dinner first, and I will take this child to the government office tomorrow morning, if he still can't find his family If not, we can only send him to Fucheng Ci'an Hall."

Today, Shengshang Rende, in order to take care of those homeless beggars and helpless old people, set up Ci'an halls in all counties and counties of the Dajing Dynasty, so Shen Yao thought that if he really couldn't find the child's family, They can only send people to Ci'an Hall.

The family was discussing the child's whereabouts, but no one noticed that there was another bowl of pork rib soup in front of him.

"Then let's settle this matter for the time being," Zhao Lanhua said after thinking for a while, "Aren't you hungry after working for so long? Mother is going to cook noodles for you, and there is a lot of pork rib soup left."

"Mother, I'll go with you." Ji Zhao quickly got up and accompanied Zhao Lanhua to the kitchen.

After a while, Zhao Lanhua stared at the empty crock and frowned suspiciously.

"Mom, what's the matter?"

"It's so strange," Zhao Lanhua pointed at the empty crock pot, her tone was blank and puzzled, "I remember that there is still more than half of the pork rib soup in it, why is it all empty now?"

"Mother, could it be that you have misremembered?" Ji Zhao asked softly.

"No, absolutely not!" Zhao Lanhua said swearingly, "I stewed a crock of pork rib soup, and I only made a bowl for his child~"

Ji Zhao looked up blankly, and suddenly realized something, she hurried to the front hall.

Sure enough, the bowl in front of the young boy was filled with a large bowl of pork rib soup.

"How many bowls of rib soup have you had?" Ji Zhao walked up to him and asked patiently.