Chapter 98 Four Years Old

Something big happened in the palace.

Those who knew about it all kept it a secret.

The aristocratic family had suffered the worst trauma in the past few hundred years, and they wanted to turn the entire palace upside down to find the mastermind behind it.

Almost half of the eldest sons of large, medium and small aristocratic families have died, and the second son in their family has been promoted to the young master.

Naturally, there is another person in this world who has emerged out of nowhere and attracted everyone's attention because of this.

Everyone knows a natural prodigy.

Yuzhang Chu family, Lord Chusong.

“Pah—”

Minister Xie threw the book on the table.

"Lord Chu Song of the Chu family!"

Xie Jinghe was sitting on the side holding a book of poetry in a daze. Hearing this, he reminded her lightly, "As the Xie family motto says, bad words hurt people's hearts."

Minister Xie changed his words and said, "He is truly a young hero."

He fiercely opened the curtain and said gently to the coachman, "Please come to the house quickly."

Then he slammed the curtain back.

Minister Xie tried to express his views in a roundabout and sarcastic way.

Xie Jinghe sat gracefully, with his back straight and his face slightly tilted, as if he was listening carefully to what Minister Xie said.

But in fact, his eyes were flickering and unfocused, and no one knew what he was thinking about.

As Minister Xie was talking, his mouth became dry and his tongue parched. The carriage was still moving, so he poured himself a cup of tea and took a sip.

Noticing his son's restlessness, he couldn't help but ask curiously: "Jinghe? Jinghe? What are you thinking about?"

Xie Jinghe raised his eyes slightly: "I was just thinking about how to report my safety to my mother after returning home."

Minister Xie was quite pleased with this: "It's good that you have this kind of heart for your mother."

Out of the corner of his eye, he seemed to see Xie Jinghe holding something in his hand.

Minister Xie couldn't help but ask, "Jinghe, what are you holding in your hand?"

Xie Jinghe was silent for a moment, then stuffed the black bracelet into his chest.

He smiled and changed the subject: "Father, do you have any guess as to who put the scroll into the side garden?"

The main force investigating this matter is naturally the family that lost its heir.

Everyone is trying to trace the source, trying to find out who was able to bypass all eyes and place this painting in a secluded garden.

They got a clue from Chu Songjun, who tamed the painting.

The ghost in the painting introduced a person. This person was a Gu Master from Nanzhou. It was said that she was driven to Xizhou by the young emperor of Nanzhou. It was she who stole the scroll from the ancient tomb and made a deal with the ghost in the painting, asking him to trap the children of the noble families in the painting. However, the ghost in the painting never thought that the Gu Master would directly choose to set the painting on fire.

"Gu Master? From Nanzhou?"

Is this a declaration of war from Nanzhou to Xizhou? But Nanzhou has just ended the war with Zhongzhou.

It was probably the Gu Master's personal act.

But why would the Gu Master direct his hatred towards the Xizhou family?

Xie Jinghe was puzzled by this.

"I don't know if Nanzhou has made a secret move. What will Xizhou do..."

Minister Xie sighed slightly.

What will happen to the world if wars break out and the hard-earned peace of the past hundred years is lost?

“…”

"No need to worry..."

Minister Xie was stunned: "Jinghe? What did you say?"

No need to worry?

This is not what Xie Jing usually says. Xie Jing is reluctant to make conclusions easily, and the word she says most often is "maybe".

But this sentence is too firm and too calm.

Xie Jinghe came back to his senses.

Only then did I realize what I had said.

"nothing."

Xie Jinghe turned away.

He couldn't help but reach out and touch his chest, and the black strip of cloth was still there.

***

"Song'er, your hand..."

Zheng Yuanying and Old Lady Chu surrounded Chu Songjun with distressed looks on their faces.

The child is now covered in gray, with only two fingers left on his little left hand, and the remaining three fingers have disappeared.

The wound that was originally bleeding has now healed, leaving only a barely noticeable scar.

"It's nothing serious."

Chu Songjun said lightly.

Zheng Yuanying and Old Lady Chu looked at each other, both feeling a little angry, but more of a sense of pain.

Chu Songjun made his attitude so clear.

They then changed the topic and praised Chu Songjun's bravery and wisdom word by word.

Chu Chenghong stood aside and echoed like a parrot.

The remaining fear and anger were all poured out on Chu Bingtian who was standing beside him.

Doctor Wang: "Qi and blood are deficient again, but the strange thing is, there is not much."

Doctor Wang stroked his beard, feeling a little strange.

He sorted out the medicine box and muttered, "Did Chu Bingtian feed you something tonic? I have to ask him. I just hope it doesn't conflict with the medicine I prescribed."

Chu Songjun sat obediently on the couch and blinked his clear black and white eyes.

He tilted his head, thought for a while, and licked his lips, as if he was savoring the so-called "tonic".

“I don’t think so.”

How could a ghost's heart and traditional Chinese medicine conflict with each other?

Doctor Wang snorted coldly, glanced at Chu Songjun's left hand with heartache, and felt a little sad.

Tomorrow is Chu Songjun’s fourth birthday.

He was so young and didn't know anything. He just wanted to survive.

Doctor Wang thought it was all Chu Bingtian’s fault!

After Doctor Wang awkwardly told Chu Songjun to follow the doctor's orders, he rushed to scold Chu Bingtian that night.

Chu Songjun's talent came into play at that time.

He connected with his past life.

In the previous life, he saved himself when he was about to die from blood loss.

The sacred fire that ignited the scroll was extinguished.

"It was only after the scroll included us that Tian Dong decided to take advantage of this opportunity to sacrifice his internal organs and obtain the Thunder Technique."

"That is to say, the person behind the scenes who wanted to include the son of the noble family in the painting was not Daozu."

After the Red Ghost presented his heart to him, he completely became a ghost under his control.

Chu Songjun didn't need to pay any price and got the information from the red-clothed ghost.

He was a Nanzhou Gu Master.

The reason why the Red-Clothed Ghost was so sure that he could never guess was that the Nanzhou Gu Master had no motive to do such a thing, but she did it anyway.

And her plan may have succeeded.

Without more information, Chu Songjun couldn't guess what she was going to do, nor could he take precautions in advance.

Chu Songjun couldn't help but sigh softly.

His fourth birthday is tomorrow. I hope that this death will happen in this painting.

The scroll unfolded itself on the wall.

"Woo woo--" Jueming popped his head out of the painting. He carefully protected his neck to prevent his head from falling from mid-air.

The ghosts in the painting decided to play flying chess and wanted to ask Chu Songjun if he wanted to join them.

"Of course!"

It is still necessary to relax during stressful moments.

Chu Songjun readily agreed.

“Woo woo!”

Jueming happily stretched out his hands to pull Chu Songjun into the painting.

Chu Songjun also happily extended his hand.

"Wait! Doctor Wang sees that I'm unhappy! Give me some sweet cakes! Let's take them!"

I finally got permission from Doctor Wang, even though it was only a small dish.

Chu Songjun must take it with him to share the joy with his friends!

***

【4 years old: You are four years old! Congratulations! Congratulations! What a wonderful age!

Your family is happily helping you plan your birthday party.

And your friends also shed tears for this success.

Even the staff of the underworld are proud of this, and their offices have recently been moved to the gates of hell!

Really dedicated!

It’s really not easy to live to this age. You have experienced so much at such a young age.

So, let’s cheer to our heart’s content on this day worth celebrating!

Your wisdom is growing, your reputation is greatly improving, your physique is improving slightly, and your stamina is recovering slightly. 】

"Hmm? What is this?"

Chu Songjun took it in confusion.

Chu Chenghong crossed his arms and hummed twice.

"Brother! I made this myself!"

Chu Songjun was silent.

The thing in his hand was a sculpture made of a mixture of water and clay. Its appearance combined a far-sighted eagle, a warlike wolf, an agile leopard, and a leading sheep. In short, he didn't understand what the sculpture was.

Chu Chenghong liked it very much.

Not long ago, he met a fierce ghost baby in the shadow. After the ghost baby took him to play this activity, Chu Chenghong began to like this activity.

Stuck in the mud.

Chu Chenghong raised his head: "This is the image of you in my mind!"

Chu Songjun: "...Thanks, brother, I like it very much."

It’s just that this artistic creation is a bit too abstract.

The rest of them also gave Chu Songjun birthday gifts based on what they had on hand.

There are straw grasshoppers, herb bags, mud men, and windmills.

There are also ghost eyeballs that were dug out from the eye sockets of some unlucky guy.

Chu Songjun happily accepted the eyeballs, patted the head of the proud ghost baby, and found a moment to glance at the red-clothed ghost in the ghost banquet picture, who was covering his dark eye sockets miserably.

Chu Songjun shook his head silently.

After placing his birthday present in the "Ghost Banquet in Changshou Palace", a bunch of strange things appeared on the canvas and his eyeballs rolled around in them.

The son of Yuzhang Chu is four years old.

The Chu family did not make a big deal about it.

After all, the noble son of the Chu family has already been in the spotlight in the past few days, and too much is as bad as too little.

The doorman of the Chu Mansion yawned quietly.

This time, the superiors issued a strict order, saying that for the safety of the young master, not a single strange fly was allowed into the Chu Mansion.

The government conducted a night-long hazard inspection.

A lot of arrangements were also made.

The doorman was also taken away for screening several times.

He even checked several times the sect he had recently believed in, but the doorman was an old Xizhou native and never believed in those sects that came from the east, middle, south, and north. He served his ancestors wholeheartedly. After all, his ancestors were related to him by blood, and only they would bless him.

Those weird sects?

Who knows what they are thinking.

But since everything was done for the young master, the concierge didn't have much resentment. Everyone knew that their young master was a child prodigy! A genius! A talent that the Chu family's ancestors would burn down the ancestral hall to bless!

"My son's fourth birthday."

The concierge smacked his lips.

It's just that this talented guy is a little too young.

The doorman's ears twitched, and his half-drooped eyes suddenly became sharp.

He stood up and listened carefully.

After a while, the doorman's face became puzzled.

He hesitantly changed his posture and continued to listen to the sermon.

The concierge felt strange.

He remembered that the master of the family did not invite any guests to the young master's birthday party?

So what are those people at the door doing now?

Didn't she come here specially to celebrate the young master's birthday?

If I'm not wrong...

The concierge was in a state of panic.

Among these people are the Xie family, the Situ family, the Ma family, and the Zhu family, who have always been at odds with the Chu family.

Did they join forces to attack the Chu family?

At this moment, outside the door, the heirs of each family lifted the door curtain.

Met a familiar face.

At first glance, everyone was holding a carefully prepared gift in their hands.

Originally, they were secretly proud of themselves for finding out Chu Songjun's birthday.

They came specially to offer their blessings, hoping to show their attentiveness and thoughtfulness and to win a place in Song Ge's heart.

Their faces darkened.