"Dong'er! You came with me from Duke Song's mansion. For so many years, I have always treated you as my sister. At this moment, the only person I trust most is you." Mrs. Song felt a little sad.
Mrs. Song originally didn't want to believe what Tian Xiwei said.
However, I remembered something inexplicably and felt something was not right.
Especially now that she has passed away, her biological daughter was almost strangled to death, but Tian Rugeng, the Marquis of Lin'an, has not been seen for several hours and still has not returned. Moreover, Qiuxiang went to report to the official, but there was no news at all.
"Madam, just give me your orders! Dong'er's life is yours, go through fire and water, no matter what." Dong'er said eagerly.
She and the Song family had a very good relationship. In the Duke's mansion, the two of them were like sisters.
It has been a journey of half a lifetime through ups and downs.
"Go and look for Mr. Hou. He may be at Zuo Qingqing's house in Yanyu Lane..."
Dong'er was stunned, stood up quickly, and walked to Mrs. Song: "What's wrong, madam? Why did you go to Yanyu Lane? Do you suspect Mr. Hou and Zuo Qingqing..."
Mrs. Song nodded with a pale face.
Dong'er immediately stood up, walked outside the door, and said, "Chun Hua, Xia He, you two must take good care of Madam. No one is allowed to enter Madam's room."
Spring flowers, Xia He responded.
"Madam, take care of yourself. I will go and check it out personally..."
After saying that, he turned around and disappeared into the night.
Mrs. Song leaned on the bedside in a daze.
From night to dawn.
From dawn to noon.
My heart is getting colder and colder.
"Mom..." A little fat man, who looked like a small cannonball, flew in with a swish, and was thrown into the mud.
Tian Chongyang, six years old this year, lives up to his name.
In addition to eating and sleeping every day, I just bask in the sun.
And I can’t get a tan no matter how much I sunbathe. She has always been white and fat, like a white radish with angular roots.
My intellectual development has never been very good. At the age of six, I can't read a single Chinese character, and I don't even know my own name.
The Song family invited many masters to teach him, but they couldn't teach him at all. This guy was inexperienced.
In addition to eating and sleeping, I bask in the sun during the day and the moon at night. If there is no moon, I will bask in the stars. I especially worship the sun.
So he was called Tian Chongyang.
As soon as Tian Chongyang came in, Tian Xiwei suddenly woke up from her deep sleep, and a moving spiritual energy rushed towards her face.
Tian Xiwei's eyes suddenly lit up. She turned to look in the direction of the source of the spiritual energy, and saw a fat and white boy in brocade clothes crawling up.
Tian Xiwei's eyes were shining with excitement, like a hungry wolf seeing some delicious meat.
She greedily absorbed the spiritual energy, and the pain in her body gradually eased.
The spiritual energy emanating from the whole body is simply eye-catching.
But Song and others couldn't see any so-called spiritual energy at all. They just kept saying that Tian Chongyang should get up earlier and not get up at noon, as he would be laughed at.
【Wow! This is my third brother who is a big resentment...]
[I didn’t expect that he was the darling of heaven! A natural spirit! Indescribably expensive! But he looks dumb...]
It’s true that fools are blessed, and God provides them with food.
This continent lacks spiritual energy. Although Tian Xiwei once had extraordinary skills and unparalleled cultivation, it is difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without rice. She has lost all her cultivation. For a whole day, she only felt that the spiritual energy of this continent was very little and could not be absorbed.
But her foundation is still there, and she knows how to practice well, and she still wants to return to her previous peak.
At least, she wanted to protect herself from being strangled to death again.
The days of being at the mercy of others really made Tian Xiwei uncomfortable. And there is a mobile spiritual energy making machine right in front of you...
The third brother who is resentful? Tian Chongyang was stunned, and turned around to see his mother, Mrs. Song, looking at the courtyard at the door, but did not hear what Tian Xiwei was saying.
My sister’s voice?
Tian Chongyang pinched his nose: Hehehe, I am truly the chosen one.
It's not that he doesn't want to read, but reading makes him sleepy, and being in the sun every day makes him comfortable and warm.
As long as I'm basking in the sun, I won't starve to death...
He is the darling of heaven.
"Why don't you go wash up and eat? It's almost noon, and you haven't learned a single word! You are six years old, you don't know a word, and you can't even write your name. How can you let your mother worry about you in the future?"
Ms. Song's face was full of sadness, her children were so disappointed. The eldest daughter is rebellious, the second child is crazy now, the third child is a bit mentally retarded, the eldest daughter is rebellious and ran away from home, this family...
"Reading and literacy can't be used as food..." Tian Chongyang muttered.
Reading cannot be used as a meal, but sunbathing can.
"You..." Mrs. Song was so angry that veins popped up on her forehead. "Although reading and writing can't be used as food, your father will be happier this way. Your father is eager for his son to succeed. At least you know your name, so that you won't be sold by human traffickers and help count money..."
Mrs. Song still had some hope for the third child, after all, he was still young.
"Mom, not only am I illiterate, I also don't know how to count. How can I count money if I don't know how to count..." Tian Chongyang said with a sincere face.
Mrs. Song almost carried it away in anger: What evil have I done! I gave birth to such an unlucky son! Of course the others are not that good either!
Is this a problem of not being able to count?
Madam Song covered her chest, walked out of the room, and went to the yard to get some air.
Too bad.
Tian Chongyang ignored Mrs. Song, cautiously approached Tian Xiwei, grabbed her little hand, and asked in a low voice: "Sister, I heard someone said that you were almost strangled to death by the midwife. You are so young, how pitiful you are!"
Tian Xiwei: [Am I pitiful? How can I be pitied by such a big resentment like you? You don't know a single Chinese character, and you're not very smart. From then on, the heroine tricked her into bleeding every day, and the blood was drained for eight years to make medicine for her to treat people's illnesses. You have achieved the reputation of the heroine as a goddess, but you were bled for eight years, a total of more than 36,000 cuts...]
[Then your blood was almost drained, and the heroine tricked you into signing a contract of prostitution and becoming a slave for life. The flesh that has been cut off for three years feels as uncomfortable as being executed in Lingchi every day. Three years! You are three years late! The torture is miserable! 】
Eight years of bleeding?
Ling Chi cut off flesh for three years?
How tragic!
Tian Chongyang's hands were shaking with fear.
How painful it is!
Tian Xiwei was close to Tian Chongyang, feeling the spiritual energy rushing towards her face, and the remaining purple traces on her neck were slowly dissipating. She screamed happily and looked at Tian Chongyang with a resentful look in her eyes.
Tian Chongyang screamed, let go of Tian Xiwei's little hand, turned around and ran away.
Tian Xiwei: Why is this guy so surprised?
Mrs. Song was also stunned: "What's wrong?"
"I'm going to bleed myself. After I bleed, I'll chop my hands off. Without my hands, I can't sign the deed of betrayal..." Tian Chongyang's face turned pale. It was so miserable, so miserable. I have become someone else's flesh cauldron and been tortured for more than ten years. I might as well drain the blood myself first...
The white fat man Tian Chongyang was like a bomb, crying heartbreakingly, and disappeared with a whoosh.
Mrs. Song: What kind of bleeding? ? ?
Tian Xiwei: Why chop your hands! ! !
