Chapter 221 Meet the civet cat again for the prince
"Brother, I'm fine."
Seeing Ye Mo sitting motionless without saying a word, Ye Lanzhi had to speak out to break the silence.
Ye Mo: "How about you move in with me?"
Ye Lanzhi refused without thinking: "It's good for me to live here."
Ye Mo looked at his sister who had her head lowered and did not have any eye contact with him, her heart felt clogged and painful.
He knew that Lan Zhi did not live with him or go out to socialize, because he was afraid that her experience in Baihua Building would embarrass him.
"I will send more people here, and what happened today will never happen again."
After saying that, Ye Mo stood up and prepared to leave. As soon as he stepped out of the threshold, he heard Ye Lanzhi say: "Brother, my father and mother hope that you can live a good life more than taking revenge."
Hearing this, Ye Mo couldn't help but tighten his hands hanging by his side: "Brother knows." But he had no other choice.
If he didn't avenge his parents' hatred and the humiliation suffered by his sister, he would be nothing more than a walking corpse.
Looking at Ye Mo's leaving figure, Ye Lanzhi's eyes were red.
She never asked about what her brother did, not because she didn't want to, but because she knew she couldn't and couldn't persuade him.
The hundreds of lives of Marquis Changle could not just be unjustly killed.
But my brother finally came back alive from the border. Will 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, stood up, walked to the bookshelf, and turned the button. After a creaking sound, the bookshelf slowly moved away, revealing a secret door.
Looking at the secret door, Ye Lanzhi took a deep breath and walked in expressionlessly.
When Ye Mo came out of Ye's house, Zhao Jing walked over quickly: "The matter has been found out clearly. It was Lan Zhi who was kidnapped by the Fan family of the general affairs envoy. They should want to exchange Lan Zhi for Master Fan."
After hearing this, Ye Mo said calmly: "Send a message to Chunqiu. Didn't he come up with 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 was hesitant to speak, but after thinking about it, he nodded in agreement.
They have offended too many people. The kidnapping of Lan Zhi this time is probably a signal. If they don't use thunderous means to scare those who are ready to take action and make them afraid, this kind of thing will happen again in the future.
There are many types of death. Whether it is a happy and joyful death, or a painful death where you cannot live without wishing to die, everyone still weighs it in their hearts.
"By the way, boss, Du Danyan's injury is a bit serious."
Ye Mo frowned and got on his horse: "Go to Baihua Tower."
On the way, Ye Mo asked again: "Have you found out who secretly helped Lan Zhi and the others?"
Zhao Jing shook his head: "No, that person left almost no traces." After saying that, he looked at Ye Mo, "Boss, who do you think it could be?"
They had always only offended others in the capital, and never thought that someone would secretly help Ye Lanzhi, which quite 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 led him there."
Zhao Jing was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding why Ye Mo said this.
Ye Mo didn't say anything the whole way after that. When he arrived at Baihua Building, he went straight to Du Danyan's room.
Du Danyan was waiting for Luo Qiyun to come over and apply medicine to her. When she heard the footsteps outside the room, joy appeared in her eyes. When there was a knock on the door, she called someone in without asking who it was.
Ye Mo walked in and saw Du Danyan lying on the chaise longue wearing only a bellyband, his white back completely exposed, and the foot-long wound on it looked particularly ferocious.
Seeing that it was Ye Mo, Du Danyan looked surprised at first, then quickly stood up, picked up his coat and prepared to put it on.
When Ye Mo saw it, he lowered his eyes and turned around.
Maybe she was too panicked and moved a bit too much. Du Danyan pulled the wound, which made her hiss in pain.
Ye Mo heard this and frowned. He smelled the smell of blood in the room and turned around to look at Du Danyan.
At this moment, the wound on Du Danyan's back that had stopped bleeding was bleeding again.
"Stop moving around and lie down on the recliner." Ye Mo said as he took out a bottle of golden sore medicine from his arms.
Du Danyan saw it and obeyed him very obediently.
"Be patient, this golden sore medicine is effective, but it will be a little painful."
Listening to Ye Mo's soft voice, the corners of Du Danyan's mouth couldn't help but curl up, and his eyes were a little moist.
"Thank you, you saved Lan Zhi again."
"You're welcome. I really consider Lan Zhi my sister. Isn't it right for a sister to take care of her sister?"
Ye Mo, who was applying the medicine, paused for a moment, and then heard Du Danyan say, "You need to send more people to Lan Zhi to protect her. Don't let something like this happen again."
"Also, Lan Zhi, you have to go and stay with her. She lives alone and there is no one to talk to her."
Outside the door, Luo Qiyun, who was holding the wound medicine, listened to Du Danyan's voice of concern and advice like a wife to her husband, feeling worried and helpless.
She should have gone directly into the house to stop Ye Mo from applying medicine to Sister Dan Yan, but she knew that this opportunity to be alone was what Sister Dan Yan had been looking forward to for a long time.
Luo Qiyun hesitated again and again, took the 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 before going to Du Danyan's room. As soon as she entered the room, she saw Du Danyan smiling stupidly while holding the golden sore medicine left by Ye Mo.
"Sister Danyan!"
When Du Danyan saw Luo Qiyun coming, he put down the golden sore medicine a little unnaturally.
Luo Qiyun looked at her seriously: "Sister Danyan, Ye Mo can't give you anything."
Du Danyan was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said: "I know."
Luo Qiyun: "Since you know it, why do you even risk your own life just to let him notice you?"
Du Danyan looked at Luo Qiyun: "Do you think I saved Lan Zhi just to put on a show 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."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! 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 brother, and I want to prevent my life in this world from being in vain."
As he said that, he held Luo Qiyun's hand.
"Although I am in charge of Baihua Tower, there are many things I cannot control myself. Yuanniang, 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 and think of some people and things, I will feel that my life is not in vain."
Luo Qiyun still doesn't quite understand: "Why him?"
Du Danyan smiled: "Maybe it's fate."
Luo Qiyun wanted to persuade her again, but looking at Du Danyan's stretched smile, she swallowed her words.
After 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 female family members were escorted to Beijing. It also snowed.
The snow felt so cold on her skin. She was young and couldn't bear the cold, so she accidentally fell on the snow.
When the escort officer saw her, he walked towards her angrily and raised the whip in his hand.
She knew the power of the whip. Once it was struck, the skin would be torn apart.
She was so frightened that she lay on the ground and watched in horror as the whip fell.
Before the whip hit him, an energetic young man grabbed the whip in his hand.
It wasn't a very beautiful encounter, but it warmed her for many years.
The legitimate son and daughter died in winter. Every year on November 15th, the Qingguo Guild went to Putuo Temple to pray for their children, and even brought the crazy Qingguo Duke and Mrs.
Seeing the news about the cigarette bag being handed over, Shi Fuxin laughed out loud: "This Duke of Qing is quite good at showing off."
Xiaofang: "I have to tell you that Lord Qing is so hopelessly stupid that the leader of the Three Thousand Battalions didn't even realize that his wife was someone else's fake one."
Shi Fuxin laughed out loud: "If he was smart, how could he spoil his concubine and destroy his wife? How could he torture his own legitimate son and daughter to death, and still raise other people's sons?"
When it came to raising someone else's son, an idea flashed in Shi Fuxin's mind.
Chu Qinghuan disguised herself as the Duke of Qing's wife, pretended to be crazy and hid in the Duke's Mansion, and most of her contacts with the outside world were through Wu Xinrui.
If Wu Xinrui is eliminated, it will be equivalent to cutting off her right and left arms, and she will have to deal with many things by herself.
If a crazy person suddenly becomes busy, his flaws will be revealed.
As long as she reveals her flaws, she can follow the clues to find out the evidence that she is a member of the Yan Party.
Dealing with Wu Xinrui is easy, just let Duke Qing know 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 until November 15th."
Shi Fuxin thought for a while and asked Xiaofang to go find Luo Qiyun.
In the blink of an eye, it was November 15th. Because Duke Qing and his wife were coming to pray, the gate of Putuo Temple was opened early in the morning.
Before 9:00, the Qingguo Duke's carriage stopped outside the gate of Putuo Temple.
Duke Qing got off his horse and did not enter the temple directly, but looked at the carriage.
The carriage opened, and Mrs. Qingguo was helped out by two women.
Since the death of his legitimate son and daughter, every year, only on the day when he came to Putuo Temple to pray for blessings, Duke Qing Guo would meet with Duke Qing Guo and his wife.
Seeing his wife's dazed and confused look, Duke Qingguo quickly looked away. Just as he turned around to enter the temple, Duke Qingguo's wife suddenly burst into Putuo Temple dancing with joy.
Duke Qing was no longer surprised by this.
Every time I come to Putuo Temple, my wife is like this, running around like crazy in Putuo Temple.
"Follow madam."
Duke Qing asked his mother-in-law and maid to follow closely, and then went to the main hall to pray for his children.
Behind him was Luo Yuanlu, the eldest son of the concubine.
Duke Qing Guo was very devoted to Luo Yuanlu's upbringing. In order to maintain his status, Wu Xinrui treated him well. Luo Yuanlu, who had enough love from his "parents", did not grow crooked and entered the Three Thousand Camp at the age of eighteen.
Became a soldier.
Seeing his father kneeling in the hall to pray for his sister and brother, Luo Yuanlu waited patiently outside the hall.
He is the confirmed heir to the Duke of Qing's palace. His father comes to pray for his sister and brother every year. He is not dissatisfied. On the contrary, he sympathizes with the two of them.
As the biggest beneficiary of the fight between his biological mother and his aunt, he didn't want to comment on it. All he could do was try his best to satisfy his father.
On the beam of the main hall, Luo Qiyun looked at Duke Qing with a pious face and felt ridiculous.
If this man had a fatherly heart to them back then, how could they have been blatantly bullied by the people of the Duke's Palace, and how could they have been killed by the witch without any scruples.
My brother was only ten years old when he died!
Luo Qiyun raised her head to push back the tears in her eyes, and looked down again. There was only indifference and coldness left in her eyes, silently looking at the long incense burning in front of Qing Guozheng.
A quarter of an hour later, Duke Qing, who was reciting the scriptures silently with his eyes closed, began to sweat on his forehead.
Another quarter of an hour passed, and a look of pain and struggle appeared on Duke Qing's face.
"No, no~"
Duke Qing suddenly shouted loudly.
"Father, I just want to teach you a lesson. It was you who disrespected your concubine first."
Luo Yuanlu rushed in immediately when he heard the cry, and then saw Duke Qing Guo who had fallen into some kind of hysteria.
"Father~"
At this moment, Duke Qing still had his eyes closed, and his hands were dancing randomly in the air, as if he was driving something away.
"Don't come here. You brought it upon yourself. As long as you are willing to bow your head and admit your mistakes, how could your father drive you out of the house?"
Luo Yuanlu's expression changed drastically, and he stepped forward and hugged 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, and his expression immediately became very solemn: "Your father is probably haunted by the ghost of your dead sister and brother."
Hearing this, Luo Yuanlu's expression also changed, and he looked around in horror: "Master, is there any way to crack it?"
The old monk nodded: "Mixing your father's and your blood can dispel the ghost."
Qing Guogong's hands were still waving desperately, and Luo Yuanlu was not frightened by the ghost in the old monk's mouth. He agreed to the old monk's proposal without thinking much.
The attendant who followed saw a bowl in the main hall and quickly took it over. When he saw there was water in the bowl, he was about to pour it when the old monk stopped him.
"This is water that has been worshiped by Bodhisattvas. It is more effective when mixed with blood."
Luo Yuanlu took out a dagger, first cut his hand, and the blood dripped into the bowl. Then he grabbed Duke Qing's hand and made a small cut, and dripped the blood into the bowl.
The severe pain from his hand made Duke Qingguo, who was trapped in hallucination, open his eyes.
"Father~"
Seeing that Duke Qingguo really woke up, Luo Yuanlu was filled with joy.
However, what he didn't see was that several of Qing Guo Gong's confidants looked at the bowl mixed with the blood of the father and son, but they all looked horrified at the same time.
"Hey, your two bloods are not fused. Are you not your biological father and son?"
The old monk's surprised voice sounded.
Luo Yuanlu was stunned, Duke Qing came to his senses, and the father and son looked at the bowl dripping with blood at the same time.
Looking at Duke Qing's unbelievable face, Luo Qiyun laughed silently, smiled, and shed two more tears.
Shi Fuxin also came to Putuo Temple, but she did not enter the main hall, but quietly hid in a tree, watching the 'crazy' Duke Qingguo's wife running around, and watching her bump into a father and son.
.
"Son, my son."
"Father, the Duke of Qing's wife is running around again. Where are the servants of the Duke of Qing's mansion, and they don't want to take a good look at her?" Cao Yunting helped the Duke of Qing's wife with a look of helplessness on his face.
Duke Ping: "Yunting, she is a patient. You help her go to the pavilion to rest. The servants of Duke Qing's mansion will come to her after a while."
Cao Yunting complained: "Father, can we change the time when we come to Putuo Temple? Every time we come, we have to meet the Duke of Qing. I'm tired of it."
Duke Ping reprimanded: "The day to pray for ancestors was calculated by the master. Can it be changed at will?"
Cao Yunting had no choice but to help the Duke of Qing to the pavilion reluctantly.
Duke Ping followed behind, his eyes always 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 so capable of causing trouble!
And what’s the way Chu Qinghuan looks at Prince Pingguo? It’s like he’s looking at his son!
It would be fine if she was really the crazy Duke of Qing. It would be reasonable to treat her as his own son, but she is Chu Qinghuan, so there is no empathy.
And Duke Ping, why are you looking at Chu Qinghuan so affectionately?
Just as the three of them were walking towards the pavilion, a servant from Duke Ping's mansion ran over.
Seeing the young boy coming, Duke Ping's face immediately darkened, and he asked displeasedly: "What's going on?"
The young man looked at Duke Qing Guo's wife and said, "There is big news from the main hall. Luo Yuanlu is not Duke Qing Guo's biological son."
As soon as these words came out, Mrs. Qing Guo and Ping Guo Gong changed their colors at the same time.
Duke Ping asked eagerly: "What's going on?"
Young man: "I don't know exactly what happened. I only know that the blood of Duke Qing and Luo Yuanlu cannot blend together."
As soon as the words fell, Mrs. Qingguo, who had been extremely quiet just now, danced away again.
Duke Ping hurriedly asked Cao Yunting to chase her: "Yunting, go and watch quickly, don't let anything happen to Duke Qing's wife." He also wanted to chase her, but after taking two steps, he stopped and looked at the boy.
"Duke Qing Guo didn't do anything to Luo Yuanlu, did he?"
The boy was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "I don't know."
Duke Ping was furious: "If you don't know, why don't you ask quickly."
After the boy left, Duke Ping hesitated again and again and followed to the direction of the main hall.
Watching them walk away, Shi Fuxin frowned and jumped down from the tree.
She had never thought about where Luo Yuanlu came from before. Luo Yuanlu and Cao Yunting seemed to be about the same age?
The back house in the capital is really chaotic. Why are there so many civet cats replacing the prince?