Sun Liulang laughed in exasperation: "What exactly do you want?"
He endured it for three days without eating a single grain of rice.
He's a ruthless person, just like he's a psychopath, without a doubt.
The news of Shen Qingyu's three-day hunger strike had already reached her grandfather's ears.
My grandfather was the head of the Song family. He was cold and indifferent, and he didn't care about his legitimate grandsons at all.
However, he doted on Shen Qingyu's son from an unknown source.
Due to his background and the need to save face, they could not acknowledge him as a member of the Song family.
But everything that should be there is there.
In order to clean up the mess he made, he even ruined the reputation of one of his grandsons.
Shen Qingyu: "I want to see the old man. You go and tell him."
…
In the eastern suburbs of Jincheng, the weather was freezing cold.
The snow and ice that had accumulated along the roadside had not yet melted, and there wasn't even a bird in the vicinity.
The farmer wielding his hoe asked the foreman in front, "Is this the grave?"
The leader squinted and looked at the note in his hand.
"Yes, dig it for me."
The soil in the grave had long since frozen solid along with the ice and snow.
They dug and dug until the afternoon before finally unearthing the coffin.
What should we do next?
The leader opened the note again.
The inscription read: "Open the coffin and offer a pot of wine to Master Sun."
…
In the evening, the grave keeper returned to find that Sun Er's grave had been dug up.
Hurry up and go into town to report to the Sun family.
The messenger said that this is what the captured grave-digging thief said:
Young Master Shen missed Sun Erlang, so he had someone dig him up, had a drink with him, and then buried him again.
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The sky was getting dark.
Qi Su returned from her wanderings outside, carrying the yellow and white cat.
Where have you been these past few days?
Hei Xiao Er floated down from a bare tree in the courtyard.
The gloomy atmosphere and the dark attire made it seem as if Batman had descended upon the land.
Qi Su: "Ahem, I've been busy researching Gu worms lately."
Hei Xiao Er sneered.
"Really? Are the Gu worms in Song Garden growing exceptionally robust?"
Qi Su: "You don't understand. We need to verify the mental and life states of the Gu worms under different living environments."
Hei Xiao Er: "Oh, how's the medicine to counteract the Gu worms coming along?"
Qi Su: "The production direction has been determined, all that's left is to put it into practice."
Hei Xiao Er: "What do you mean? Master is coming back soon. You were the one who insisted on staying, how could you not be attentive to the preparation of the Gu medicine?"
Qi Su was taken aback.
"What? He's back so soon?"
Hei Xiao Er rolled his eyes at her.
"What do you mean? Master is a genius, Daning City is a piece of cake for him."
Qi Su: "Yes, yes, let's do it again."
Um?
Then Qi Su looked delighted, her eyes sparkling.
"What? The Master is coming back? These past few days have felt like an eternity, I've been dreaming about him giving sermons, sob sob..."
"Stop whining. Your master has never preached to you."
Qi Su pondered for a moment.
"I haven't come away empty-handed. Look how well Cuihua has taken care of herself. She's eaten fish from Song Garden and chickens from the Sun family these past few days, and they're all glistening with oil."
Hei Xiao Er: "...This is the master's precious darling. What kind of ridiculous name did you give it?"
Qi Su handed him the packaged chicken, duck, fish and meat.
I casually slipped the Buddha's heart to him as well.
"Alright, young man, I understand your good intentions. There will be a result before your master returns."
Although she had been busy listening to gossip these past few days, she had actually come up with some ideas about the Gu worms inside Dao Ci's body.
However, since the Gu worms used in the experiments weren't hers, she had to do more experiments.
She waved to him.
"I'm leaving now."
Hei Xiao Er frowned: "Where did you go again after you just got back?"
Qi Su: "Staying up all night doing research. Don't ask, you wouldn't understand. Take good care of the big boss and my baby."
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at the same time.
Qin merchants also received news that Danning City would send troops.
The heavy weight that had been hanging over my heart finally lifted.
For once, I found myself in the mood for a little drink.
When Ayan was invited over, Qin Shang was sitting in the main seat, squinting as he watched the dancers below perform the Hu Xuan dance.
He smiled and waved when he saw Ayan.
He was already half-drunk.
"Why is the young master in such high spirits tonight?" Ayan sat down beside him.
Qin Shang tapped his fingers on his knees to keep time, and smiled as he glanced at her upon hearing this.
Something good is going to happen.
What good thing could happen at a time like this?
It's simply that Jincheng brought in reinforcements.
The two understood each other without saying anything more.
As the banquet came to an end, the dancers left, and Ayan got up to leave as well.
The Qin merchant, his eyes glazed with drunkenness, grabbed her sleeve.
"You said last time that you had a way to make that monk obey me, is that true?"
Ayan smiled, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.
"With the combination of Gu poison and some witchcraft, one can achieve their desired outcome."
Qin merchant: "Is it useful? How obedient can they be?"
Ayan: "Over time, you can turn people into puppets, who will obey your every command."
Qin Shang laughed: "Did you use the same method on me? Otherwise, why would I always want to see you?"
His smile seemed both real and fake, and his words seemed both true and false.
Ayan gently touched his brow with her slender fingers.
He tore open his sleeve.
"Young Master Qin is drunk."
…
Ayan returned to her room, and her maid followed her in.
"Your Highness, it seems the siege of Jincheng is about to be lifted."
Ayan glanced outside the door.
Maid: "Our people are outside. You may speak freely."
Ayan turned around to pour tea, her face gradually turning cold.
She held the teacup, not caring that the tea was too cold.
Drink it slowly, little by little.
He asked, "Have you made contact with the Western Rong forces?"
Maid: "We've already sent spies to contact them. However, they're suspicious of our identities."
Ayan slowly turned the teacup in her hand.
"With the news of the surprise attack leaked in advance, the battle between Xirong and Qingchuan City will likely be difficult. Their suspicions are understandable."
Maid: "Jincheng has brought reinforcements. Is the plan still as scheduled?"
Ayan laughed: "Why not? Bringing in reinforcements would be the perfect way to wipe them all out in one fell swoop, wouldn't it? No matter how impregnable the city is, it can't stop Jincheng from falling into chaos from within. How's the Black Water Gu going?"
Maid: "We've been keeping an eye on the Gu chamber. They said it's ready to use, but the weather in Jincheng is cold, so the Gu worms aren't very active, and their reproduction time is a bit longer."
Ayan said softly:
"It's alright. Keep a close watch on things and wait for my orders before taking any action. Just because one city has fallen doesn't mean Yongzhou will be in chaos."
I want to see how Jincheng can hold out if a plague breaks out there.
Which is more terrifying, the plague or the unknown threat of war?
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In the middle of the night, Old Master Shen came out of Shen Qingyu's room with a frown on his face.
Song Liulang stood respectfully to one side.
Mr. Shen is over sixty years old, with graying temples and beard.
However, he was very tall, and a deep crease between his brows, formed from his frequent frowning, made him appear even more dignified.
He pressed his temples and gave instructions to Song Liulang.
"Let's just go along with his wishes."
Song Liulang: "Grandfather means..."
Old Master Song glanced at him.
"Qingyu has turned over a new leaf and wants to get married. It's rare that he's changed his mind and stopped fooling around. Just do as he wishes and find him a wife. Don't worry about his family background, as long as he likes her."
Upon hearing this, Song Liulang felt a deep, insane howl of despair.
He wants to marry Sun Er's wife!
Sun Er's wife has already turned to ashes!
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