Chapter 163 Going Down the Mountain

Feng Jinyu blinked her big eyes and said, "I'm worried. When I'm worried, I want to pull my hair."

"It's really strange. Once I pull my hair, my brain becomes more alert."

"I was thinking, no wonder many of the world-famous scholars have very few hairs at such a young age, they are so smart!"

Lu Mingchao: ...

Really smart.

After all, she was a pretty young girl, and she couldn't bear to see her top.

He pretended to search in the box, took the opportunity to take out a wig from the space supermarket, and stuffed it into Feng Jinyu's pocket, saying, "Take this next time."

Feng Jinyu was stunned and asked, "Sir, can you feel the crisp sound and slight pain when the hair is separated from the scalp?"

"That's the soul!"

Lu Mingchao's breathing stagnated and he was speechless.

After a long while, he said, "If you really become bald, I'm afraid that my elder brother, whose eyes are as bright as bells and as shrewd as lightning, will beat me into a pulp with his palm as big as a palm leaf fan."

"Respecting parents and elders, honoring teachers and respecting morality are the traditional virtues of Daqian. Please consider the teacher's face and safety before discovering special habits."

Feng Jinyu stroked the wig, kneading it into a mess.

"shrewd?"

"Sir, you actually used the word shrewd to describe Feng Jinmao. What a clever way of writing."

Lu Mingchao: Is this the point?

Before it got dark, Feng Jinyu left the Xie family in a daze, holding a roll of arithmetic in her hands and a wig in her arms.

As the last ray of afterglow in the sky faded away, Xie Yan rode back on his horse, bathed in the soft light of the lantern. He looked as elegant and noble as an orchid and jade tree, and as steady and majestic as a deep abyss and a towering mountain.

In the room, the candle wick was burning brightly, and suddenly there was a small explosion.

Lu Mingchao picked up the pot and poured a cup of hot tea for Xie Yan, his eyes full of smiles, "Is the old matter that you investigated recently related to Lu Minghui?"

Xie Yan lowered his eyes and took a sip of tea. "Nothing can be hidden from you."

"Back then, Lu Xin fell into the water and became stupid, which was probably deliberately done by Lu Minghui."

Xie Yan put down the teacup in his hand, took Lu Mingchao's hand, and explained in a gentle voice.

Lu Mingchao frowned and said, "Didn't Second Brother already guess this?"

"Lu Minghui hated that Xiaoxin had taken away her affection, so she tricked Xiaoxin into skating on the river east of the village, which had not yet frozen solid, and then tricked Xiaoxin into falling into the water."

"More than that." Xie Yan shook his head. "When you asked me to make that silver-plated hairpin to lure Lu Minghui into action, I became suspicious and felt that there was something fishy going on."

"Not long after Lu Chunhe and his son used the silver-plated hairpin to deceive Lu Minghui, Lu Xin fell into the water and became insane with a high fever. Coincidences often mean conspiracy."

"I have arranged for someone to conduct a thorough investigation of the past events."

"You mentioned that Lu Chun and his son had their eyes on Lu Miao and used a silver-plated hairpin to trick Lu Miao into going to the farm."

"But what I found out was not the case. It was almost a blind date with all the clothes taken off, almost..."

Xie Yan stopped there and changed the subject, "Back then, Lu Minghui was more careful and left the young Lu Xin in the fields. At the last moment, it was Lu Xin who came and interrupted the evil deeds of Lu Chun and his son."

"Not long after, Lu Xin fell into the water and became stupid."

"Is there really no connection between them?"

The corners of Lu Mingchao's mouth, which were originally upturned, gradually pursed into a straight line. His eyes, which used to be bright and shining like spring water and autumn light, were now shrouded in gloom, revealing a cold and sharp edge.

"If the truth is as you think, Lu Minghui is heartless and has lost all human feelings. She is despicable and ugly to her core."

At that time, Lu Minghui was just over ten years old!

Such a mentality and such a plot are truly shocking.

Lu Chunhe and his son are worse than beasts, and Lu Minghui is also cruel and ruthless.

Lu Mingchao rolled his eyes, was silent for a moment, and then said, "Dog bites dog. Lu Minghui can be so cruel to Xiaoxin, so it is impossible for her to show mercy to Lu Chunhe and his son."

"Lu Minghui is the daughter of the Yongning Marquisate. How could she allow such an unstable factor to exist in the world?"

"I lent a hand to Lu Chunhe and his son at the critical moment of life and death. When a man is about to die, his words are good. It is not too late to say what needs to be said before he dies."

Xie Yan raised his hand and gently pressed Lu Mingchao's wrinkled brows. "That's exactly what I was thinking."

"Ming Dynasty, I will take care of everything."

Night falls slowly and the darkness grows darker.

The wind was cold and whistling, carrying snowflakes as small as salt grains flying in the air.

It blew over Changxi Village and towards the desolate Taoist temple outside the city.

There are few lay Buddhists in Taoist temples, and their lives are simple and poor.

Once night falls, without lanterns lit one after another, the inky darkness cannot be dispelled.

Mrs. Sun was curled up in a corner sheltered from the wind, staring at the withered weeds in the cracks of the bluestone slabs in the dim light of the candlelight in the room. Under the dilapidated eaves, old spider webs hung down, and she squinted her eyes, seeming to be able to catch the huge spider weaving its web tirelessly.

The willow trees in the courtyard have already withered, leaving only dry crowns and branches. Their shapes are twisted like ghostly claws, stretching obliquely into the dark and dark night, making people feel a chill in their hearts.

The wind grew more fierce, and the dead trees bared their fangs and claws.

Mrs. Sun subconsciously moved towards the light.

Faintly in the wind there was the sound of a woman's charming laughter and panting.

Mrs. Sun's body suddenly stiffened and she looked up at the only lit room in the dilapidated backyard.

He took a deep breath, stood up and walked towards the compartment in the corner.

After stumbling and struggling, he groped for the tinder and lit the candle. The beams, the roof, the table, and everywhere visible to the naked eye were covered with cobwebs, the paint was mottled, and there was thick dust.

This is where she lives now.

Even when her grandson's family had not yet become rich, she had never suffered such hardship.

Looking around, his eyes were filled with deep, unremovable gloom.

The sweet laughter that was faint in the wind was like thousands of silver needles that pierced my heart and choked my throat. It hurt so much that I couldn't breathe or open my mouth. I missed my son who had been buried deep in the earth even more.

Peng'er is so filial!

Wiping away the tears that were falling from her eyes, Mrs. Sun put on a thick cotton jacket, made a simple lantern, carried a small package, and went down the mountain in the dark of night.

She hates!

Hate the Lu Ming Dynasty that destroyed everything.

I hate my unfilial and heartless eldest son and my ruthless and ungrateful husband even more!

If we stay here, we will just have to survive on our own.

She doesn't want to live like this anymore.

Grandpa Sun was so obsessed with having children that he had no time to spare. Qu Ying tried her best to curry favor with him, not realizing that Madam Sun was staggering down the mountain road with a bleak lantern in her hand.

The Taoist boy stood trembling at the back door of the Taoist temple, holding a lantern in his hand. "Master, isn't this female nurse afraid of the dark? How dare she walk on the mountain road at night?"

The abbot, who looked like an immortal with white hair and beard, stroked his beard and said in a deep voice, "There is light."

The Taoist boy was speechless. "That broken lantern?"

"Yes and no." The master looked at the location of the backyard room from a distance, frowned slightly, and shook his head.

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