Poor Family

"Brother, I'm fine."

Seeing Ye Mo sitting still without saying a word, Ye Lanzhi had no choice but to break the silence first.

Ye Mo: "Why don't you move in and live with me?"

Ye Lanzhi refused without thinking: "It's fine for me to live here."

Ye Mo looked at his sister who had her head down and didn't have any eye contact with him, and her heart felt blocked and ached.

He knew that Lan Zhi didn't live with him, and didn't go out to socialize, because he was afraid that her experience in Baihualou would embarrass him.

"I will send more people over, and what happened today will not happen again."

After finishing speaking, Ye Mo got up and was about to leave. As soon as he stepped out of the threshold, he heard Ye Lanzhi say: "Brother, rather than taking revenge, parents hope that you can live well."

Hearing this, Ye Mo couldn't help clenching his hand hanging by his side: "Brother knows." But he had no other choice.

The revenge of his parents, the abuse suffered by his younger sister, if he doesn't repay them, he will be just a walking dead alive.

Seeing Ye Mo's leaving back, Ye Lanzhi's eyes were red.

She never asked what her brother did, not because she didn't want to, but because she knew she couldn't and couldn't persuade her.

The lives of hundreds of people in the Marquis of Changle cannot just be wronged to death like that.

But my brother managed to come back alive from the border. Does he still have to lose his life in the capital in the end?

Ye Lanzhi raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face, got up and walked to the bookshelf, turned the button, and after a 'creak' sound, the bookshelf slowly moved away, revealing a secret door.

Looking at the secret door, Ye Lanzhi took a deep breath, and walked in with a blank expression.

When Ye Mo came out of Ye Mansion, Zhao Jing walked over quickly: "The matter has been found out, it was Lan Zhi who was kidnapped by the Fan family, the general envoy, and they probably wanted to exchange Lan Zhi for Master Fan."

After hearing this, Ye Mo said calmly: "Send a message to Chunqiu, didn't he create a new set of punishments? Let's try it on Mr. Fan. By the way, let everyone in the prison take a look."

Zhao Jing hesitated to speak, but after thinking about it, he nodded in agreement.

They have offended too many people. The kidnapping of Lan Zhi this time may be a signal. If the people who are about to move are not frightened by thunderous means, such things will happen again in the future.

There are also many types of death, whether it is a painful death, or a painful death that cannot be survived, everyone will still weigh it in their hearts.

"By the way, boss, Du Danyan's injury is a bit serious."

Ye Mo frowned, turned on his horse and said, "Go to Baihualou."

On the way, Ye Mo asked again: "Did the people who secretly helped Lan Zhi find out?"

Zhao Jing shook his head: "No, that person hardly left any trace." Then, he looked at Ye Mo, "Boss, who do you think it could be?"

They have always only offended people in the capital. He never thought that someone would secretly help Ye Lanzhi, which surprised him.

Ye Mo didn't answer, but said something else: "Chu Yao was able to discover the dungeon in the western suburbs this time, because someone lured him there."

Zhao Jing was stunned, not quite understanding why Ye Mo said this.

After that, Ye Mo didn't say a word. When he arrived at Baihua Building, he went straight to Du Danyan's room.

Du Danyan was waiting for Luo Qiyun to come and give her medicine, when he heard the footsteps outside the room, his eyes lit up with joy, and when there was a knock on the door, he called someone in without asking who it was.

Ye Mo walked in and saw Du Danyan lying on the imperial concubine chair wearing only a bellyband, her white back was completely exposed, and the foot-long wound on her top looked particularly ferocious.

Seeing that it was Ye Mo, Du Danyan was surprised at first, then got up quickly, picked up his coat and prepared to put it on.

Seeing Ye Mo, he lowered his eyes and turned around.

Maybe it was too flustered, and the movement range was a little too big, Du Danyan pulled the wound, causing her to hiss in pain.

Hearing this, Ye Mo frowned, smelling the smell of blood in the room a bit stronger, and turned to look at Du Danyan.

At this moment, the wound on Du Danyan's back that had stopped bleeding was bleeding again.

"Don't move around, lie down on the recliner." Ye Mo said while taking out a bottle of golden sore medicine from his arms.

When Du Danyan saw it, he obeyed very obediently.

"Be patient, this golden sore medicine works well, but it will hurt a little."

Hearing Ye Mo's soft voice, the corners of Du Danyan's mouth curled up uncontrollably, and his eyes were moist.

"Thank you, you saved Lan Zhi again."

"You're welcome, I really treat Lan Zhi as my younger sister, shouldn't it be the older sister's duty to take care of the younger sister?"

Ye Mo, who was applying the medicine, paused for a moment, and then heard Du Danyan say, "Lan Zhi, you need to send someone to protect her, this kind of thing can't happen again."

"Also, Lan Zhi, you need to spend more time with her, she lives alone, and no one talks to her"

Outside the room door, Luo Qiyun, who was holding the wound medicine, was worried and powerless when she heard Du Danyan's voice of concern, like a wife to her husband.

She should have gone directly into the house to prevent Ye Mo from giving Sister Danyan medicine, but she also knew that this opportunity to be alone was what Sister Danyan had been looking forward to for a long time.

Luo Qiyun hesitated again and again, took the wound medicine and left silently.

Ye Mo didn't stay in Du Danyan's room for long, and left after taking the medicine.

Luo Qiyun watched Ye Mo take the people away, and then went to Du Danyan's room. As soon as she entered the room, she saw Du Danyan smiling foolishly holding the golden sore medicine left by Ye Mo.

"Sister Danyan!"

Seeing Luo Qiyun coming, Du Danyan unnaturally put down the medicine for sores.

Luo Qiyun looked at her seriously: "Sister Danyan, Ye Mo can't give you anything."

Du Danyan was stunned for a moment, then smiled wryly: "I know."

Luo Qiyun: "Since you know, why do you want to let him notice you, even your own life?"

Du Danyan looked at Luo Qiyun: "Do you think I saved Lan Zhi to act for Ye Mo?"

Luo Qiyun: "I know you really want to save Sister Lan Zhi, but I also know that you really want Ye Mo to pay attention to you."

Du Danyan stopped talking.

Luo Qiyun walked over and said earnestly: "Sister Danyan, Ye Mo will only bring you danger, you can't continue to sink."

Du Danyan looked at Luo Qiyun: "Your revenge will only bring you danger, so why do you continue to persist?"

Luo Qiyun: "Our situation is different."

Du Danyan: "No, it's the same. You want to seek justice for your dead mother and younger brother, and I want to prevent myself from coming to this world for nothing."

Said, held Luo Qiyun's hand.

"Although I am in charge of Baihualou, I can't help myself in many things, Yuan Niang, I know you care about me, but I want to do something for myself."

"If one day I have an accident, when I close my eyes, I think of some people and things, and I will feel that this life is not in vain."

Luo Qiyun still didn't quite understand: "Why him?"

Du Danyan smiled: "Maybe it's fate."

Luo Qiyun wanted to persuade her again, but seeing Du Danyan's relaxed smile, she swallowed her words back.

When Luo Qiyun left, Du Danyan walked to the window holding the golden sore medicine, and looked in the direction of Jiaofangsi.

"Snowing!"

That year, the family was confiscated, and the day when the family members were escorted to Beijing, it was also snowing.

It was so cold when the snow fell on her skin. She was too young to stand the cold, so she accidentally fell on the snow.

When the escort saw her, he walked towards her angrily and raised the whip in his hand.

She knew the power of the whip, and when she whipped it down, her skin would be torn apart.

She was terrified, lying on the ground watching the whip fall in horror.

Before the whip hit him, a high-spirited young man grabbed the whip in his hand.

It was not a very good encounter, but it warmed her up for many years.

The legitimate son and daughter died in winter. Every year on November 15th, the Qingguo Guild would go to the Putuo Temple to pray for their children, and would bring along the crazy Mrs. Qingguo.

Seeing the news that the cigarette bag was handed over, Shi Fuxin sneered: "This Duke Qing is quite hypocritical."

Xiaofang: "If you want this servant to tell you, Duke Qing is so stupid that he is hopelessly stupid. The commanding officer of the 3000 Battalion didn't realize that his wife was faked by someone else."

Shi Fuxin sneered: "If he was smart, how could he spoil his concubine and kill his wife, how could he torture his own son and daughter to death, and still raise someone else's son?"

When it comes to raising someone else's son, Shi Fuxin's mind flashes.

Chu Qinghuan disguised herself as the Duke of Qing's wife, pretended to be crazy and hid in the Duke of Qing's mansion. Most of her contacts with the outside world were through Wu Xinrui.

If Wu Xinrui was removed, it would be equivalent to cutting off her left and right arms, and she would have to deal with many things by herself.

A crazy person who suddenly becomes busy will show his flaws no matter what.

As long as she shows her flaws, she can follow the clues to find out the evidence that she is the Yan Party.

Dealing with Wu Xinrui is also simple, as long as Duke Qing knows that Luo Yuanlu is not his son.

Just how to do it?

"Tomorrow is the first day of November, and there is still half a month before the fifteenth day of November."

Shi Fuxin pondered for a while, then asked Xiaofang to go to Luo Qiyun.

In the blink of an eye, it was the fifteenth day of November, and because Qing Guogong and his wife were coming to pray for blessings, the gate of Putuo Temple was opened early in the morning.

Before Si time (9:00), the carriage of Duke Qing's mansion stopped outside the gate of Putuo Temple.

Duke Qing got off his horse, and instead of going directly into the temple, he looked at the carriage.

The carriage opened, and Mrs. Qing Guogong walked down with the support of two women.

Since the death of his son and daughter, every year, only on the day when he came to Putuo Temple to pray for blessings, Duke Qing would meet with his wife.

Seeing his wife's dazed and dazed appearance, Duke Qing quickly looked away. Just as he turned around to enter the temple, Mrs. Duke Qing rushed into Putuo Temple dancing and dancing.

Duke Qing was no stranger to this.

Every time I come to Putuo Temple, my wife is like this, running wildly around Putuo Temple.

"Follow Ma'am."

Duke Qing asked his mother-in-law and maids to follow closely, and then went to the main hall to pray for his children.

Following behind him was the eldest son Luo Yuanlu.

Duke Qing devoted himself to Luo Yuanlu's upbringing, and Wu Xinrui was good to him in order to maintain his status. Luo Yuanlu, who had enough care from his "father and mother", did not grow crooked, and entered the Three Thousand Battalion at the age of eighteen. Soldiers.

Looking at his father kneeling in the hall praying for his sister and brother, Luo Yuanlu waited patiently outside the hall.

He was the sure successor of Duke Qing's family, and his father came to pray for his sister and brother every year. He didn't like it, on the contrary, he sympathized with the two of them.

As the biggest beneficiary of the battle between the biological mother and the aunt, he didn't want to talk about it. All he could do was to do his best to satisfy his father.

On the beam of the main hall, Luo Qiyun looked at the devout Duke Qing, and felt it was ridiculous.

But if this person was kind to them back then, how could they be blatantly bullied by the people of the Duke's Mansion, and how could they be killed by the seductress without any scruples.

My brother was only ten years old when he died!

Luo Qiyun raised her head to force back the tears in her eyes, then lowered her head to look again, only indifference and coldness remained in her eyes, silently looking at the long incense burning brightly opposite Qing Guogong.

After a quarter of an hour, Duke Qing, who closed his eyes and meditated on the scriptures, began to sweat on his forehead.

After another quarter of an hour, a look of pain and struggle appeared on Duke Qing's face.

"Don't, don't~"

Duke Qing suddenly yelled.

"As a father, I just want to teach you a little lesson. It was you who disrespected your concubine first."

Luo Yuanlu rushed in immediately when he heard the cry, and then saw Duke Qing who was in some kind of hysteria.

"Father~"

At this moment, Duke Qing still had his eyes closed, and his hands were waving wildly in the air, as if he was trying to drive something away.

"Don't come here, you are to blame yourself, but if you are willing to bow your head and admit your mistakes, why would father drive you out of the house?"

Luo Yuanlu's complexion changed drastically, and he stepped forward to hug Duke Qing tightly.

At this time, an old monk walked in quickly.

"Master, come and see what's wrong with my father?"

The old monk walked over and took a look, his face immediately became very solemn: "Your father is probably haunted by the ghost left by your dead sister and brother."

Hearing this, Luo Yuanlu's expression also changed, and he looked around in horror: "Master, is there a way to crack it?"

The old monk nodded: "Use your father's blood and your blood to dispel ghosts."

Duke Qing's hands were still waving desperately, and Luo Yuanlu was also frightened by the ghost in the old monk's mouth, so he lost his composure. Without thinking too much, he agreed to the old monk's proposal.

The attendants who followed saw a bowl in the hall, and quickly took it over. Seeing that there was water in the bowl, they were just about to pour it, but the old monk stopped him.

"This is the water that has been respected to the Bodhisattva, and it will be more effective when mixed with blood."

Luo Yuanlu took out the dagger, first cut his own hand, dripping blood into the bowl, then grabbed Duke Qing's hand and cut a small cut, dripping the blood into the bowl.

The sharp pain from his hand made Qing Guogong, who was in hallucinations, open his eyes.

"Father~"

Seeing that Duke Qing really woke up, Luo Yuanlu was filled with joy.

However, what he didn't see was that several of Duke Qing's confidants looked at the bowl with the blood of father and son mixed together, but at the same time showed expressions of horror.

"Hey, the blood of the two of you is not fused, are you not biological father and son?"

The old monk's surprised voice sounded.

Luo Yuanlu was stunned, Duke Qing returned to his senses, and both father and son looked at the bowl dripping with blood.

Looking at Duke Qing's unbelievable face, Luo Qiyun laughed silently, smiled and shed two lines of tears.

Shi Fuxin also came to Putuo Temple, but she didn't enter the main hall, but hid quietly in a tree, watching the 'crazy' Mrs. Qing Guogong run around wildly, watching her run into a father and son .

"Son, my son."

"Father, this Mrs. Qing is running around again, and the servants of the Qing's mansion don't say to watch her properly?" Cao Yunting helplessly supported Mrs. Qing.

Duke Ping: "Yun Ting, she is a sick person, you help her to rest in the pavilion, and the servants of Duke Qing's mansion will come looking for you later."

Cao Yunting complained: "Father, can we change the time next time we come to Putuo Temple? Every time we come, we have to meet Mrs. Qing Guogong, I'm tired of it."

Ping Guogong reprimanded: "The day to pray for the ancestors is specially calculated by the master, can it be changed at will?"

Cao Yunting had no choice but to reluctantly help Duke Qing's wife go to the pavilion.

Duke Ping followed behind, his eyes following Duke Qing's wife.

Seeing this scene, Shi Fuxin's eyes widened in surprise.

what happened?

Why is another Duke's Mansion involved?

This Chu Qinghuan is too capable of making trouble!

Also, what kind of eyes did Chu Qinghuan look at Duke Pingguo's son? It's like looking at my son!

If she was the crazy Mrs. Qing Guogong, it would be reasonable to treat others as her own son, but she is Chu Qinghuan, so there is no empathy.

And Ping Guogong, why are you looking at Chu Qinghuan affectionately?

Just as the three of them were walking towards the pavilion together, a servant from Pingguo's mansion ran over.

Seeing the boy coming, Duke Pingguo's expression darkened immediately, and he asked displeasedly, "What's the matter?"

The boy looked at Duke Qing's wife, and said, "There is a big news from the hall that Luo Yuanlu is not Duke Qing's biological son."

As soon as these words came out, Mrs. Qing's wife and Ping Guochang's expressions changed at the same time.

Duke Ping asked eagerly, "What's going on?"

Boy: "The slave doesn't know exactly what happened, but I only know that the blood of Lord Qing and Luo Yuanlu cannot be fused together."

As soon as the words fell, Mrs. Qing Guogong, who had been extremely quiet just now, ran away dancing again.

Duke Ping quickly asked Cao Yunting to go after him: "Yunting, go and watch, don't let Mrs. Qing be in trouble." He also wanted to chase, but after walking two steps, he stopped again and looked at the boy.

"Duke Qing didn't do anything to Luo Yuanlu, did he?"

The servant was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "I don't know."

Duke Ping was furious: "If you don't know, hurry up and ask."

After the boy left, Duke Ping hesitated again and again, and followed the boy to the direction of the main hall.

Seeing them walking away, Shi Fuxin frowned and jumped down from the tree.

Before that, she never thought about where Luo Yuanlu was brought from. It seems that Luo Yuanlu and Cao Yunting were born in the same year?

This back house in the capital is really messy enough, why are there so many civet cats in exchange for the prince?