Chapter 132 Scapegoat
At night, it's time for dinner.
Xie Zhuoning was so hungry that his stomach growled, but he hadn't seen any food yet. He immediately frowned in confusion, "What's going on with Shiso?"
She was just about to ask Fuling to go to the kitchen to take a look when she saw Xie Minglang excitedly walking in with plates of dishes.
"Sister, I made these for you. Come and try them. Do you think they are delicious?"
Xie Zhuoning glanced at the dishes on the table, his facial features wrinkled and his eyes confused, he didn't know where to start.
What are these black, green, white and watery things?
Just as she was considering her words to politely refuse, Xie Minglang said to her excitedly, "I stewed this soup for more than two hours. It's so delicious! And the bean sprouts, I pierced them one by one with a needle and stuffed them with minced meat. Just these hundred or so bean sprouts took me an entire afternoon..."
The eldest son, who had never cooked before, took such great pains to prepare a meal for the first time.
Xie Zhuoning glanced at his fingers and, as expected, they were covered with wounds.
She couldn't say no at the moment, so she sighed and said, "Drink the soup first."
This soup looks pretty normal, it shouldn't be that bad, right?
"Okay, I'll serve it to my sister." Xie Minglang immediately served a big bowl to his sister with great interest.
Xie Zhuoning took a sip and almost spit it out!
"How does it taste?" Xie Minglang looked at her eagerly.
Xie Zhuoning swallowed hard, "Not bad."
It's just a bit salty.
"Then try this!" Xie Minglang seemed to have regained his confidence, and immediately used the serving chopsticks to pick up a large bowl of food for Xie Zhuoning.
Xie Zhuoning looked at the dish that had no color, aroma or flavor, and his frown seemed to be able to pinch a fly to death.
If you eat all these dishes, you will die, right?
When she was hesitating, a cold voice came from outside the door, "Miss."
Xie Zhuoning raised his head suddenly, stood up excitedly in an instant, and ran towards the person who came, "Xia Ju, Xia Ju, you are finally back! Wuwuwu, I missed you so much!"
Xia Ju: “???”
She is recuperating in the mansion, can't we see her every day?
But seeing her own young lady crying so sincerely, she froze and quickly raised her hand to pat her gently.
"That's great. I have a lot to tell you. Come with me..."
Xie Zhuoning said this as he eagerly pulled Xia Ju out.
By the time Xie Minglang reacted, his sister had disappeared!
His eyes suddenly turned red, and he felt very aggrieved. "Sister, are you not even willing to give me a once-in-a-while?"
Since no one eats the food he worked so hard to prepare, he might as well eat it himself.
He picked up a piece of food with chopsticks and put it in his mouth. After chewing it twice, he spat it out.
He didn't believe it, so he poured himself another bowl of soup and drank it. But after taking a sip, he vomited it out.
This isn't a matter of whether it tastes good or not, it's simply - it tastes terrible!
It was not until this moment that he realized that his sister's words "not bad" were already a great favor to him.
He couldn't help but doubt himself, "Could it be that I, the son of the Zhenyang Marquis's mansion, am inferior to others in every aspect?"
the other side.
Xie Zhuoning thought that he would not be able to return to his house for a while.
What if she goes back too early and Xie Minglang is still waiting for her?
He simply took Xia Ju and went straight to Yang Lie's room.
As soon as she entered the room, she directly ordered, "Go lie down on the bed and close your eyes."
Yang Lie was startled and immediately tightened his clothes, "Xie, Miss, although you saved me, I am not that kind of person."
"Just lie down when I tell you to. Why are you wasting your time talking?" Xie Zhuoning glanced at him coldly.
Before arriving in the capital, Yang Lie had already heard that the noble ladies in the capital were all well-educated, gentle and virtuous.
But why are the women he meets so fierce?
This was true for Song Yuqiu, Xie Zhuoning, and Princess Yunheng, who often hung out with them.
Although he was complaining in his heart, his body lay down honestly.
Xie Zhuoning nodded at Xia Ju and said, "Let's do it."
Hearing this, Yang Lie opened one eye with some trepidation, "Miss Xie, you are not really going to do anything to me, are you?"
Before he could finish his words, he felt something hit his face.
Xia Ju moved quickly, demoulding, fixing, and adjusting the plasticity inch by inch. Before long, a human skin mask that was 90% similar to Yang Lie's was produced.
She put the mask on her face, and her tall and slender figure was similar to Yang Lie's frail and thin body.
When she changed into men's clothes, even Yang Lie himself was shocked when he saw her.
"Miss Xie, what are you doing?"
Xie Zhuoning glanced at him calmly, "Can't you see? I'm looking for a scapegoat for you."
Yang Lie raised his head suddenly, looking stunned, "What?"
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"Sir, we have found the whereabouts of the prince. He is in a farmer's home in the suburbs of Beijing."
Yang He was not surprised to hear the servant's report.
His nephew has always been lucky, and it is a blessing that he can live to come to Beijing.
It’s a pity that this good fortune ends here.
He spoke coldly, his voice dark and far-reaching, "Kill at any cost!"
Groups of troops were sent out one after another, all heading towards one goal.
Yang He played with the wine glass, drank cup after cup of liquor, and quietly waited for the final result.
"Sir." Zhou Yaoniang walked in carrying three or four home-cooked side dishes.
Yang He was a little surprised to see her, "Why are you here?"
She had been here for so long and had always been staying in the kitchen. This was the first time she took the initiative to approach him.
Zhou Yaoniang said gently, "I just passed by and saw you drinking on an empty stomach. I was worried that it might be bad for your stomach, so I made a few side dishes for you. I hope you won't mind."
Hearing this, Yang He's facial expressions relaxed and his attitude softened. "Just leave it there."
After placing the dishes on the table one by one, Zhou Yaoniang did not leave. She asked sympathetically, "My Lord, is there anything bothering you?"
Looking at the familiar face in front of him, Yang He's eyes were gentle, "It's not a big deal, but the puppy I raised can bite people now, and I really can't bear to beat it to death."
Zhou Yaoniang smiled softly, "Don't worry, sir. A good person like you will surely have good things come to you."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the person who was sent out hurriedly come in to report.
"My lord, Yang Lie was hit by several arrows and was forced to fall off a cliff thousands of feet high. There is absolutely no chance of him surviving!"
The cliffs of Qianren Cliff are smooth and steep, and the ravines are bottomless. Since ancient times, no one has been seen to fall from there and come back alive.
When Yang He heard the good news, he immediately hugged Zhou Yaoniang in his arms and turned around excitedly.
"Hahaha, Yao Niang, I'm borrowing your good words. You really are my lucky star!"