How could the Duke of Zhenguo guess such a secret right away? Was her thoughts written on her face? Was it that obvious?
Seeing that his aunt didn't say anything and looked guilty, the Duke of Zhenguo knew that he had guessed right.
"You are so cruel that you even scheme against the person next to you. You are betting on his fate. If he dies, the pillar of your family will be gone.
Your son who is not very ambitious can do nothing, and you are worried about your illegitimate son. What are you going to do in the future? It is only a matter of time before he falls into decline."
The old lady said, "You guessed wrong. If the fifth child marries with a generous dowry, and we are reluctant to let the fifth child suffer, his useless son will have a backer.
It doesn't matter if her brother-in-law dies, her son is here, and she will be the old lady in the family, and no one can be older than her."
Guo Wenqing was terrified: "Mom! I don't want to marry my cousin. My fate is bad. If I marry him, I will die."
Lin Zhuyin asked in surprise: "What did you say? Your fate is bad? Aren't you going to be a concubine? How can your fate be bad?"
Monk Honghe hadn't told her about Guo Wenqing's fate. Could it be that this man was short-lived? Then why did she go to all this trouble?
If she died within one or two years after her marriage, wouldn't that affect her son's reputation? If one wife died, two wives also died, and her son himself had no ability, which noble lady from a duke's family would dare to marry him?
She wanted to calculate Guo Wenqing's dowry, but she wanted to calculate her fortune even more. Only if she lived well, the Duke of Zhenguo would continue to help them.
People are dead, who can treat them well?
Guo Wenqing sneered: "I want to be a favorite concubine, but the imperial teacher said that I have a bad fate and will die if I enter the palace. Moreover, I cannot marry into a wealthy family and become the mistress of the house."
When the black boy said these words just now, she was very angry and thought he was talking nonsense. But now she felt that her bad fate was actually not bad, at least it could stop her aunt from coveting and pestering her.
"What? You can't be the mistress of a high family?"
Lin Zhuyin's face changed again and again. She felt that she had lost more than she gained. She had gambled on the master's fate, but in the end, she got nothing.
If something happened to the master, how would she live in the future? Just like her brother-in-law said, her family would definitely fall into ruin.
"Why do you have a worthless life? I've bet ten years of his life on you!" Lin Zhuyin became sadder and sadder the more she thought about it, and she sat on the ground and started crying.
The old lady and the Duke of Zhenguo looked at them with disgust.
Guo Wenqing showed a hint of gloating: "What's wrong with me being a worthless person? It doesn't bother you in any way. Why didn't you figure it out before you plotted against me? Are you regretting it now? It's too late."
Chu Xiaoxiao was laughing so hard watching from the side that she clapped her hands and followed Lin Zhuyin's crying with her eyes curved with laughter.
The Duke of Zhenguo was delighted and picked up the baby: "Master Imperial Master! You play the clappers really well. It's rare that you understand music at such a young age."
Lin Zhuyin: “…”
I'm crying, crying, how can you clap your hands to match my crying? This girl is so heartless.
The old lady likes Chu Xiaoxiao very much. She thinks this doll is so cute, adorable and beautiful, and her smile can melt people's hearts.
When he is not smiling, his pair of big black eyes are watery and sparkling, and he looks at everything with such energy.
Monk Honghe was a short, skinny old man.
When he was brought in, he looked around, and when his eyes met those of Naituanzi, he felt an irresistible intimidation and instantly looked away.
Oops, how did he run into this baby? The voice in his dream had told him that he couldn't run into two babies, one black and one white, one boy and one girl.
Otherwise, all the skills he learned in his dream would be useless.
Aren’t these two the ones in front of us?
The milk ball looked at Monk Honghe, stopped smiling, and stared at him angrily.
[There is a faint yin energy about this man, which must be left by that hateful raccoon cat. Black-headed man! Go give him a slap, make him tell the truth, and ask him where he got the means to harm others.]
The charcoal-haired man nodded vigorously. He was most happy to do the job of slapping people in the face.
With a dark face, he walked up to Monk Honghe, and without saying anything, he raised his hand and hit the monk hard, sending him spinning around.
"Tell me, where does the faint Yin energy on you come from? Did the raccoon cat pass it on to you?"
Lin Zhuyin even forgot to cry. She sat on the ground with her mouth open, and was so frightened by the charcoal-headed man's ferocity that she dared not make a sound.
This black guy is too scary. He starts fighting as soon as he disagrees with someone. Even Monk Honghe was beaten by him.
When she came in just now, the two slaps she received from him didn't seem like a big deal. It didn't feel hurtful without the comparison.
With the comparison, she suddenly felt that the black boy didn't use much strength when hitting her. At least she wasn't beaten to the point of spinning in circles.
From this point of view, the black boy was polite to her and caused the least harm.
Monk Honghe's skinny face was slapped and became swollen quickly. He looked at the black boy in front of him with horror.
The voice in his dream told him that if he met a dark little boy and a chubby white girl, he should not say anything and just leave quickly.
But he was captured and taken to the Duke of Zhenguo’s Mansion. What should he do if he can’t leave?
A raccoon cat? The black boy said the voice in his dream was a raccoon cat? The voice that taught him various spells and talismans was made by a raccoon cat?
That was clearly a person's voice, how could it be a cat's?
"I don't know. I met him in a dream. I didn't see anything. I just heard a voice."
Monk Honghe was not a serious monk. When he was young, he was a flower thief. Later, when he couldn't make it anymore, he shaved his head and became a monk.
It is said that there are many nobles in the capital, and it is easy to fool them, so he came. He has not learned any magic in a systematic way, but he has learned some unconventional methods by himself.
Later, a voice appeared in his dream and taught him a lot. All of them were ways to harm people. There was not a single talisman to save people.
He once wondered, and the voice in his dream told him: "Things that harm people are more valuable than things that save people. You should study hard. When you become famous, anyone who wants to harm others will come to you first."
He didn't really believe it at first, but later he taught a few people things to harm others, and they all worked. In a short period of time, his fame skyrocketed.
It was spread among the circle of nobles that whoever came to him to harm someone, he would follow the voice in the dream and make them leave their fate as a bet.
"What sound? Is it from a man or a woman? An old man or a child? A young man or a middle-aged man?" This time, the black-haired man asked clearly.
"An old man's voice." Honghe didn't dare to lie, "The magic he taught me is all harmful. I met this lady because he asked me to murder the reputation of a boudoir girl."
As soon as he came in, he saw Lin Zhuyin lying on the ground. The person she wanted to murder must be the daughter of the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion, otherwise he would not have been captured from the temple.
Black-haired man: "Besides teaching you magic in your dream, what else did the voice say? Did it mention the old snake spirit?"
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