"Sir, I was just about to tell you about this. This man knows everything."
The man looked very unfamiliar. Ye Shihan frowned and looked at Liu Hai,
"Don't just ask anyone to lie to me."
But Liu Hai raised his hand and pulled out a piece of straw paper directly from the man's chest.
"Sir, please take a look."
Ye Shihan took the piece of papyrus from Liu Hai in surprise. The moment he spread it out, his face instantly became extremely ugly. The font on it was obviously his, but he had never written this word at all.
He suddenly grabbed the man's collar and gritted his teeth and said:
"Why do you want to imitate my writing?"
Seeing this, the man quickly looked at Liu Hai asking for help.
"Master Liu, didn't you say that as long as I told the truth, you would reward me with a silver reward? How did this change?"
Seeing this, Liu Hai hurriedly stepped forward to comfort him.
"Young Master, he didn't do this on purpose. He is already making a living as a ghostwriter. He will write whatever others ask him to do. Young Master, let it go."
Ye Shihan let go of his hand and took the opportunity to stagger him. The man quickly stood up and straightened his clothes.
"I am a scholar. How could I be fooled by you, taking money from others and writing for them? This is my professional ethics. You officials should not keep your words."
After saying that, he turned around and prepared to leave, but was stopped by Ye Shihan sternly,
"stop."
He tugged at his collar, raised his head deliberately to hide his inner fear, and said in a low voice:
"What else...is there anything else?"
Ye Shihan stared at him and roared loudly,
"Tell me, who asked you to ghostwrite and imitate my writing?"
The man did not speak. The concubine came out of the palace and answered directly without any concealment:
"I asked him to write it."
Ye Shihan looked back at his mother-in-law. In fact, he had already guessed that she was the one. He did not expect that his mother-in-law would admit it so happily.
He stared at her with a pair of red eyes,
"Are you really going to separate Mu'er and me and let the Ye family's blood flow out before you give up?"
Listening to her son's questioning, the concubine's face suddenly darkened.
She looked at him coldly and said in a cold voice: "You can decide your own affairs. Miss Sun family has been disappointed in you, and Miss Xiao family is missing. I will no longer care about your marriage."
After saying this, she whispered to the grandmother behind her:
"Pack your things and let's go back to the palace. From now on, we will never leave the palace."
After leaving these words, she only glanced at Ye Shihan and left with broken steps.
No one knows whether she said this because she knew she was wrong, or whether she did it because she was disappointed in her son.
At this time, Ye Shihan was really disappointed with his mother-in-law. She had done so much and killed so many people. She just wanted to prevent her son from getting married. Was she too selfish?
Thinking of this, he felt ridiculous, extremely ridiculous.
He couldn't figure out whether his mother and concubine were selfish or he was selfish. The cause and effect of all this really eluded him.
Liu Hai gave the ghostwriter some money and signaled the person to leave quickly. He came to Ye Shihan and said softly:
"Sir, do you really want to leave?"
Ye Shihan nodded without thinking,
"Let's go, I'm going to stop her idea. If she really does that, it will only make her bear the eternal crime of rebellion."
"How sure are you, Master, that you can persuade her?"
Ye Shihan smiled bitterly and shook his head, "I'm not sure at all."
"Then why go?"
"have no idea."
He replied coldly, took the horse's reins from his hand, got on the horse, and left quickly.
Liu Hai hurriedly rode on his horse to follow. He had followed the young master for many years. He was really worried about the young master traveling alone. Especially this time, he didn't even bring any provisions. He was really worried that he would be hungry.
Ye Shihan, who was riding on horseback, headed straight for Jitou Mountain. He didn't know that Su Muer and the others had moved away, and he didn't know where they had moved. He thought they would still be on Jitou Mountain, so he wanted to go there.
Find them.
Su Mu'er and his party had arrived at the village closest to the sea. Old Yangtou in the village was so happy that he couldn't help but work for these people without any trace of fatigue.
"Uncle Yang, please take a rest." Qing'er ran over and called him.
"I'm not tired. My bones haven't worked for many years and they will grow hairy if I stay here any longer."
Hearing what he said, Qing'er couldn't help but smile and said, "Old Uncle Yang is really good at joking. My third sister asked you to come over."
Hearing that Su Mu'er called him, the old man put down what he was holding and raised his hand to wipe it on his clothes.
"Okay, I'll go right away."
After saying that, he trotted towards Su Muer's house.
The courtyard Su Muer chose was right next door to his house. There was a spacious courtyard here. It was originally the residence of the old man's son and daughter-in-law. He originally wanted to keep this courtyard, but when he saw Su Muer bringing Doudou and Qing
The son took a fancy to this courtyard, so he nodded in agreement.
There is a tall locust tree in this yard. There is a log table and four short stools under the tree, where Su Muer and Doudou are enjoying the shade.
Doudou rolled his big dark eyes, pursed his lips and asked:
"Mom, do we want to stay here forever?"
"That's right." Su Mu'er raised her head and looked around the yard, "It's not bad here. At least here, we are no longer bandits, we are normal people."
Doudou muttered and nodded, "Mom is right, I just don't know if dad can find this place."
When she mentioned him, Su Muer obviously saw that Doudou's little face was a little disappointed.
She knew that the matter between her and Ye Shihan was somewhat unfair to Doudou. He could no longer enjoy the father's love that he should have enjoyed, but what could be done? She could not leave Doudou, and she would never allow anyone to take it away.
Going round and round.
Old Uncle Yang came running in after a long journey. As soon as he entered the house, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and shouted,
"Girl, what's wrong with me?"
Su Muer hurriedly stood up and came over, "Old Uncle Yang, let the young people do the rough work. Just rest."
"It's okay." Old Uncle Yang waved his hands and grinned, "You don't know, I have been dreaming that this village would become active and have fireworks. Now it's better. You are here. I
Finally, I no longer have to guard this isolated village alone."
Speaking of this, tears actually fell from the corners of Old Uncle Yang's eyes. Su Mu'er saw this and hurriedly pulled him to sit under the big locust tree.
"Old Yangshu, let's rename this village. Later I'll ask someone to erect a stone at the entrance of the village."
"OK."
Old Uncle Yang raised his sleeves to wipe the sweat from his forehead and muttered,
"Okay, just do whatever you want. I can see that these people will listen to you. You can choose the name, or you can be the village chief."