V1.Chapter 38

In the middle of winter night, thunder and lightning, strong winds.

A hurried carriage stopped in front of Guozijian.

The gate of Guozijian had been broken through, blood splashed all over the walls, and a corpse lay on the threshold that had not had time to escape.

Gao Yuan jumped out of the carriage, and a strong bloody smell came from his nostrils, which made him retching uncontrollably.

"Fu Sheng...Fu Sheng...Fu Sheng!" He crouched down and shook the corpse on the threshold, but it was a pity that the corpse was already stiff.

He stood up pale and staggered into the blood-splattered Guozijian.

"Feng Xu!"

"Ayo!"

"Gu Chang!"

He called the students one by one, but no one could answer him again.

A bolt of lightning struck the blood-filled hall, and he saw the man standing on the steps of the hall.

The man was wearing a black robe, standing tall, his eyes were so cold that he almost merged with the cold night.

The man looked at him for a moment, and Gao Yuan felt that he saw Shura in the dark night.

Gao Yuan said in horror and anger: "It was you...you...killed them...you...you killed them all?"

The corner of the man's lips pulled out a cold arc: "This king will ask you again, where is this king's son?"

Gao Yuan's eyes were red: "They all don't know! Why did you kill them!"

The man said lightly, "So you know?"

Gao Yuan was stiff.

"Uncle!"

With the sound of hooves, a seventeen-year-old boy rushed in anxiously.

Gao Yuan's eyes trembled: "Who told you to come! Go back soon!"

"Hey~" The man smiled coldly.

"Uncle." The young man came to Gao Yuan, glanced at the mighty man, frowned and said, "I know you! You are the one who robbed us at the inn before!"

"Go back!" Gao Yuan yelled in a low voice.

"I won't go back!" The boy pulled out his sword and looked at the man eagerly, "If you dare to touch my uncle's hair, I will kill you now!"

The man listened to his threats, but he didn't even lift his eyelids: "High sacrifice wine, this king will give you one last chance, this king counts to three, if you still don't tell me the whereabouts of this king's son, I will Kill your little nephew."

"You dare!" the boy shouted.

"one."

Cold sweat broke out on Gao Yuan's forehead.

"two."

Gao Yuan squeezed his fingers.

"three."

"I said—" Gao Yuan growled.

"late."

As soon as the man's cold voice fell, a long sword pierced the boy's heart...

"Qi Lin—" Gao Yuan cried out, sitting up!

The little boy sitting on the edge of the bed looked at him strangely: "I'm here, what's wrong with you, uncle?"

Gao Yuan looked at the familiar house, and then at the young man in front of him, heaving a long sigh of relief.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "It's nothing, I had a nightmare."

"What did you dream about?" Qi Lin asked curiously.

Gao Yuan looked away and said, "...forgot."

"Oh." Qi Lin expressed his understanding, after all, he didn't remember what dream he had when he opened his eyes, "By the way, Uncle, your official reinstatement has come down, and from now on, you will be serving as a sacrificial wine in the Imperial College again. Eh? Uncle, why are you unhappy?"

Gao Yuan didn't answer his words, he wiped the unstoppable cold sweat from his forehead again, grabbed his arm tightly and said, "Lin'er, you promise your uncle one thing, no matter what happens in the future, you must not go. provoke someone."

"Who is it?"

"Yan Jiu Dynasty."

...

In the backyard of the Bai Mansion, two heavy mutton and carrot stuffed scallion oil flatbreads entered Yan Jiuchao's stomach.

Young Master Yan was full and in a good mood.

He looked at the little guy beside him, and opened his mouth rarely.

"My name is Iron Egg!"

Young Master Yan closed his mouth.

Soon, move again.

"I live in Lotus Village!"

Young Master Yan closed his mouth again.

Moved the third time.

"Scallion pancakes are made by my sister!"

The highest level of talkativeness is not only to speak your own words, but also to speak the words of others, so that others have nothing to say!

Young Master Yan gave Xiao Tie Dan a gloomy look.

Little Tie Dan was embarrassed to be seen, and smiled shyly: "Just say what you want to say, I won't interrupt."

Young Master Yan: Stop talking!

Yan Jiu moved his robe and stepped on the ladder with a light expression.

He is shameless, Uncle Wan still wants it, Uncle Wan has always adhered to the bottom line, stood on the side of the wall, and when he came over, did he chase after him worriedly: "Young Master, you have gone too far this time, you are the dignified young master of Yancheng. Lord, how can you just eat something from a strange child?"

Do you know that kid? Know who he is? Aren't you afraid that someone will take the opportunity to poison you?

"You really can't just eat other people's food." Yan Jiuchao said in agreement.

Uncle Wan was stunned for a moment, then tears filled his eyes. After working hard for so long, the young master, whose ears were as hard as a stone, finally listened to his advice!

Yan Jiuchao pointed to the three-car congratulations behind him, and said to the guard, "Send it to that little guy."

It's not easy to eat!

He got something in exchange.

Uncle Wan, who instantly felt two arrows hit his knee: "..."

"What are you doing? Aren't you going to visit Yan Mansion?" Yan Jiuchao looked at Uncle Wan dissatisfied.

Oh, do you still remember the Yan Mansion?

But congratulations are all for you! What's the point of going empty-handed? !

Uncle Wan had no choice but to persuade Yan Jiuchao to stay in the carriage. He quickly returned to the young master's mansion and hurriedly packed a bunch of gifts.

Due to the rush of time, the three cars could not be assembled together, and only a single car was left.

However, to make matters worse, when he finally dragged the congratulations and finally could go to the Yan Mansion, Yan Jiuchao had already fallen asleep holding a green onion...

Yan Jiuchao failed to go to Chengyan Mansion in the end.

Uncle Wan dragged a cart of congratulatory gifts all around himself, and met Miss Yan and Mrs. Yan bravely.

I thought that Young Master Yan was here in person, but the Yan family's battle was so great that they not only called in all the guests to watch, but also almost held the ancestral tablets.

As a result... they only saw one Uncle Wan.

With such a masterful young master on the stall, Uncle Wan was ten years old in the morning, and he didn't look like a high-ranking general manager, but like a chorus in the garden.

Then look at the car he dragged to congratulate him, the antique vase with missing legs (the car bumped and bumped), the lacquered golden nanmu armchair (scraped when it was dragged into the car), the moldy Baiyue Frostbite persimmon (The Holy One gave it to me last year, I forgot to eat it and forgot to throw it away)…

Everyone: This, this is not to visit the Yan family, but to humiliate the Yan family!

Mrs. Yan didn't mention it in one breath, rolled her eyes and fainted...