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The gorgeous fireworks exploded in the air, and the streets were sometimes bright and sometimes dark.

Above Guangji Wharf, an official ship docked, and more than a hundred Black Feather Guards and Li Bairen led the carriage from the official ship and docked on the wharf.

Zhao Tianluo held the little kid and stood on the bow of the boat and looked at the gorgeous fireworks. The stars in the clear spring's eyes were nostalgic, but more of them felt relieved.

Finally back!

As a daughter, she doesn't want her father to be injured, and as a wife, she doesn't want her husband to be injured.

But when her father and husband are in a dead end, there must be one thing that will be hurt. It is easy to imagine how much pressure she has been under in the middle.

This situation is her attention and has been facilitated by one hand.

Being controlled by others, suspicion will never be avoided. Only by overtaking court officials and imperial power can she and her husband be truly safe.

In doing so, there is no objection to hang a sword on the father's throw, and the father and daughter will be destined to be strangers in the future.

But this is the best result she can think of.

Now her father is still the Emperor of the Song Dynasty. In the following days, she will soon expand her territory and revitalize her national prestige. She is likely to complete many things that the wise ruler of Qianqiu cannot accomplish. These wise and famous people belong to her father.

The sword that was enough to abolish the emperor was still held in the hands of my husband, and I only wanted to protect myself and would not really stab it. As long as my husband was still alive, it would be impossible to put down the sword.

It is better to be in a strange balance than to be killed by my father or to be replaced by my husband.

As for how long this balance can last, she is actually unsure. If her husband wants to be the emperor one day, she can't stop him, but she still believes in her heart that her husband will never lie to her.

As for the descendants...

Looking at the "Joker Clown" wearing a tiger-headed hat in his arms, Zhao Tianluo blinked, remained silent for a long time, but shook his head and smiled.

As for her descendants, she can't care about it.

It is impossible to avoid her son or Xie Yijun's son, if she wants to learn from Sima Yan and Cao Pi replaces him.

Cao Hua did not want to be the emperor, and the big reason was that he did not want to see the scene of the two dragons fighting for the throne, because her son and Xie Yijun's son were both qualified to inherit the throne and asked the court for two kings of different surnames, "King of Shu" and "King of Jiangnan", to avoid fighting for a throne in the future for the throne of Xishu and Jiangnan.

But this can only limit part of it. Cao Hua treats all legitimate and illegitimate equally. If Jingliu, Xiangning and Fei'er sister give birth to a real dragon, or it is even more terrifying, every son will be more beautiful and he will not dare to think about any scene at that time.

When Cao Hua was alive, he could suppress his descendants and dare not act rashly, but as long as he died, he might have to change his dynasty the next day.

The matters of the next generation can only be left to the next generation, and it cannot be so far...

Zhao Tianluo looked at the fireworks all over the sky and sighed softly.

After Chen Jingliu arranged the frame, she walked up to her and frowned slightly: "Luoer, let's come back early if we don't say hello, will Cao Zhe be angry?"

According to the booked route, their boats should stop along the way to rest to avoid long-term troubles injuring their bodies and will not arrive in a few days. However, after entering the Bian River, the people who were using it were a little impatient, so they rushed back directly.

Zhao Tianluo shook his sleeping son with his sleeping son and chuckled: "My husband is very busy these days. If he wants him to come and pick him up, he will definitely mobilize others. Just go back quietly."

Chen Jingliu nodded slightly, and looked at Bianjing, who had grown up since childhood with a somewhat bookish face:

"So many fireworks must be made by Cao Zhe. I guess it was because we were not secretly trying to please a girl."

"It must be Xie Yijun, others can't afford such specifications."

Chen Jingliu glanced secretly, Zhao Tianluo's face was obviously a little jealous. She chuckled softly, but there was also a little jealousy in her eyes.

The one-year-old clown was awakened by the gorgeous fireworks. He stretched out his little arm, stretched out his fireworks and the bright moon in the sky, and his black gem-like eyes were shiny, making a 'wow-' laugh...

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The carriage slowly drove away from Guangji Wharf, and the five carriages entered the inner city and separated.

Although they are already a family, most of them have not entered the door and return to their hometown, so they naturally go home first.

Zhao Fei returned to his son-in-law's mansion, Chen Jingliu accompanied his father Chen Qingqiu back to Qinglian Lane, Zhu Qufei ran to find the small pleasure boat parked in the Bian River, Su Xiangning and Li Shishi returned to Shibaotang, and went to Minglou to redeem themselves. Only Zhao Tianluo and the homeless Jing Xue returned to Yonglu Street.

Looking at the girls who returned home, Jing Xue sat outside the carriage in a white dress, her charming eyes with a little envy.

I have been wandering with my brother since I was a child, from eating a hundred families to entering the juggling team, I have long forgotten what the family is.

If the brother who was determined to serve the country had not caused trouble to the capital, she might not have seen a prince in her life. Even if she thought she was not bad, she knew how to support herself, and was still far inferior to these top girls.

He has poor martial arts skills, can't do poetry, can't talk about music, has no background, and is not very good at power and strategy.

She couldn't compare to anyone else. After thinking about it, she was useless except for her big breasts, long legs and beautiful face.

Whenever I think of this fact, Jing Xue feels a little inferior and complains secretly - I can be considered a hero in the world, why do I meet these witches...

The carriage was shaking, and a "wow-" cries came from the carriage again.

Zhao Tianluo's panicked voice sounded: "What should I do? I'm crying again. Go and call Sister Fei'er..."

"Princess Fei'er is back, Miss Xue'er, come in and help me."

When Jing Xue heard this, she got up and walked into the carriage. She saw Zhao Tianluo sitting on the couch, coaxing her son in a hurry. Madam Cui also had an anxious face and was far away.

Jing Xue gave a little blessed gift, then walked up to her, raised her hand to take the little doll wearing a tiger-head hat, and hugged her in her arms and swayed.

The crying ended abruptly.

Zhao Tianluo's beautiful cheek was a little annoyed, and he gently patted the handrail and scolded him crisply:

"Mom loves you so much, I won't let you hug you for a while..."

"Princess, please calm down."

Jing Xue wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh. She held a baby-like little baby and sat on the soft collapse, shaking her gently to coax her to sleep.

Since giving birth, Zhao Tianluo has been devoted to various plans. Since her birth, "Joker Chou" has been rushing to hug him. Especially after Cao Hua left Western Shu, even the pram was moved to Zhao Fei's house. She had to run over and over to meet her.

After a long time, the child definitely refused to recognize her as her mother. After finishing her work, she wanted to accompany her son, but she couldn't hold her. Only when she fell asleep could she hold her and she cried when she woke up.

Jing Xue often tricks the little baby, but she can still hold her and coax her.
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