As soon as they entered Zhang Mansion, Yan Siguan met Mo Yun who was returning home. The two of them were stunned when they met. Yan Siguan did not expect that Mo Yun had regained consciousness and did not faint after drinking blood. Mo Yun did not expect that Yan Siguan was still waiting outside, and thought that Yan Siguan was at a disadvantage in the fight with the two brothers, so he temporarily retreated. Wait for the opportunity.
Mo Yun was still weak, and Yang Fu had summoned the poison out of his body. Zhang Qing showed his sincerity by burning the ice poison with a fire, which almost made Yang Fu feel heartbroken. Reluctantly, she sent Mo Yun out of the lake corridor, while she held the pile of scorched earth made of Gu insects and was crying without tears. It was so different from the previous tit-for-tat confrontation with her that Mo Yun even had some doubts. This alchemist seemed to There was something wrong with her head. Why was she so cold just now and now she was so out of character? It really made her feel weird. As for being unwilling to give up, how could Mo Yun not think about what Cheng Jingdong had been doing for a long time, whether it was burning charcoal fires in the middle of summer, or going out to collect herbs and hunt every day when she was unconscious, to supplement the family income? She saw it all in her eyes, and her heart hurt. But even so, is it really possible to hold on to Zhang Qing? There is a huge difference between status and power. Even if Zhang Qing bites the bullet and sends someone to poison him, no one will dare to take the paper. In the end, only the three people in Qingheyuan will suffer. It is wrong to risk their lives just to seek justice. .
The two walked and talked all the way out of the Zhang Mansion gate. The two brothers from Jinmen and Jinsuo were still drunk. One was lying on the ground and the other was lying on the table. Both were snoring loudly. Yan Siguan saw that Mo Yun was safe and sound, and his heart relaxed. Regardless of other things, although he was injured, it was a blessing to be able to walk out of the notorious Zhang Mansion alive. At this moment, seeing the two brothers who were acting upright, he couldn't help but feel a little funny. He grabbed the two red robes that had been thrown aside earlier and put them on the backs of their heads to prevent the cold wind from blowing their eyes and noses. In his heart, Yan Siguan had a good impression of the people in the army. Besides, these two people were indeed very upright in their actions, so he helped them block the cold wind as a way of thanking them for letting Mo Yun in. After all, if Mo Yun fails to enter this time and the poisonous insects cannot be eradicated, Mo Yun will not be the only one to suffer, and Cheng Jingdong will not be able to stay out of it.
Mo Yun slowly walked home with the support of Yan Siguan. The bloodstains on the seven orifices have not completely healed, and are still flowing outwards, falling drop by drop behind the footsteps, stretching all the way.
"Yang Fu, the first half was good, but the second half was so exaggerated and almost exposed. Even my sweetheart almost saw through it. I always pretend to vomit blood after a fight, but this time is better. What do you think I should do? Isn't it unreasonable to deduct ten days of your salary?" Mo Yun walked out of Zhang's house, and Mr. Zhang walked towards Yang Fu, pretending to be anxious.
"Sir, Mr. Zhang, I have a small business, but I managed to sneak out. I haven't caught this Gu soldier yet, but instead I lost ten days' worth of money for no reason. Your family has a big business, so why are you short of these two dollars? How about just pretending that nothing happened?" Yang Fu said angrily. As he spoke, he pulled out a grain of blue grass from the scorched earth, carefully dipped his hand in some water on the edge of the corridor, and sprinkled it on the grain of blue grass.
Oddly enough, when the bluish particles hit the water, they immediately stretched out six slender legs, followed Yang Fu's arm and got into the bag on his shoulder.
"But there is something I still don't understand, and I would like to ask for your advice." Taking back the ice poison that should have been buried in the fire, Yang Fu's expression returned to normal. He took out a bright red fruit from nowhere and gently bit the peel. The blood juice melts in the mouth and is very sweet.
What Zhang Qing said was indeed true, and Yang Fu was indeed pretending in the first half. Even if Mo Yun is affected by the Gu, his skills and strength are extremely difficult to deal with, but how can this Yang Fu, who is usually unobtrusive, be an easy person, with solid cultivation in the three realms, even if he is cultivating Gu. Taoism, if the body is not diligently cultivated, it will not be so fragile and can be bullied. Zhang Qing had told Yang Fu about this a few days ago. The latter was puzzled, so he made various insinuations in the hope of asking for the reason. However, Zhang Qing had been vague in his words and seemed not to want Yang Fu to know the reason behind it.
"Now that the matter here is over, I will tell you." The young master did not refuse, clasped his hands behind his back, and looked at Yang Fu with a happy expression, "I know that you have lived in the mountains for a long time and are not knowledgeable about the world. You even go out to wander the world occasionally. , for those with poor cultivation level, you have your own way to torture them to death. As for those with higher cultivation level than you, they are probably afraid of the master behind you, so they have to swallow their anger, even if they are thinking of thousands of ways to kill them. Your method of resolving your hatred has to be stopped in the end. The reason is very simple. When cultivating the Tao is not easy, after half a lifetime of hard work, who wants to die? Most of those who don't know how to advance or retreat when encountering difficulties die suddenly while cultivating the road."
"So, you fellows who are really carefree and carefree will generally not live long, and those who are hesitant will make you worried and tired." With a sigh in his heart, the young master said something from the bottom of his heart. During the period of time when he and Yang Fu had known each other, the two of them really had a good temperament, and he had a fairly good understanding of Yang Fu's temperament and temperament. So in front of him, Zhang Qing was too lazy to hide what he was thinking and just said it casually without any concealment.
"The Prime Minister of the dynasty has five sons in total, three are concubines and two are legitimate sons. I happen to be the second among concubines." Without Zhang Qing saying anything more, Yang Fu had already figured out the hidden meaning in his words.
Since ancient times, the status of the family has been divided into legitimate sons and daughters: legitimate sons are born to the first wife of the Ming Dynasty, and have the most legitimate status. If a son inherits his father's inheritance, it is usually the eldest son who takes over, and rarely other legitimate sons. A concubine is the son of a concubine, and his status among the children is very low. Not to mention that the son inherits his father's inheritance. Even if he is recommended to be an official, he must be ranked at the bottom. In common parlance, it means that the father does not Jiao'er, who is not loved by his wife, is in an awkward position.
It would be better if they were the eldest son and the youngest, but if they were not as high as the world and not as low as the earth, then their status would be even lower. The eldest son is the oldest, and usually has the guidance and support of his father, and always has a good relationship with him. The youngest is the youngest, an ignorant child, and is naturally very favored in the family. Only the middle-ranking people are not close to anyone.
Zhang Qing saw that Yang Fu understood, so he continued, but his expression was not that good.
"Fortunately, the two legitimate sons ascended to heaven early, leaving only the three concubines like us."
Mr. Zhang's smile did not diminish, "One of them lost contact with his subordinates during night hunting and was torn in half by jackals in the mountains. The other fell off a cliff and his body was not found. The death of these two people was behind the scenes. It’s all my handiwork.”
Yang Fu was leaning on the railing of the corridor, holding his arms back on the jade railing, and his upper body stretched out of the corridor diagonally. The sun was shining brightly, covering Yang Fu's upper body.
"It is difficult for an upright official to deal with household affairs."
