Lu Wujiu put down the letter in his hand and said, "Make your move."
“But, Your Highness…” a strategist stood up.
"No buts." Once he has cleaned up the court and appointed the Grand Tutor and Grand Preceptor to jointly assist the young emperor, he can leave. Nothing else matters to him.
With his gaze fixed on the direction of Tianshui Village in Da Zhou, Lu Wujiu donned his battle robes and led Xiao Changsheng toward the imperial palace.
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At this moment, Su Jiaoniang returned to her own courtyard.
Push open the door to the study and take a look at the pagoda.
Fu Tu put down the book in his hand: "Mother, you know." His hand, which was hanging behind the desk, trembled slightly.
Su Jiaoniang nodded slowly.
Fu Tu pursed his lips, his dark eyes filled with fear, his small face cold as he stared at Su Jiaoniang, awaiting her judgment.
He was quite a good kid, but there are too many bad people in this world.
If you're not more wicked than these people, you'll be bullied to death! Only the most wicked can live the best life; if you're always kind, you'll only be bullied.
He was kind to good people and doubly wicked to evil people. This was the path he had planned for his future, based on his dreams and his mother's teachings.
"Aren't you afraid to go out alone at night?" Su Jiaoniang asked.
Futu paused for a moment, then slowly shook his head. He wasn't afraid.
Su Jiaoniang reached out and touched the child's cheek: "Are you reading books so you can become the top scholar in the imperial examination?"
Fu Tu nodded, "He will become the top scholar in the imperial examination, the most powerful official, and be feared by the vast majority of people."
A bad reputation can be far more useful than a good one at times.
"Then keep it up. Do things with a clear conscience. If you go too far, your mother will make amends for you. Your mother won't just keep correcting you." As soon as Su Jiaoniang finished speaking, Futu's face turned red instantly.
Her trembling little hands didn't know where to put them.
He thought his mother would tell him he was wrong, that he was bad, and that he should correct himself.
There were no results!
“Then they…” Futu opened his mouth, his voice very soft, like a mosquito’s murmur.
"Punishment is necessary, so they'll never do anything wrong again." Su Jiaoniang was satisfied that they hadn't been killed, and that there was still a chance to save them.
In the original work she had read.
The factory supervisor, Lu Futu, was incredibly kind to his beloved.
It also included a series of scenes such as gouging out eyes in a dark room.
For now, it's good enough that these people who have done evil deeds are only temporarily paralyzed. Children can still be taught.
"Really?" Futu's eyes widened, his dark eyes shining.
Su Jiaoniang suddenly realized that she might have been too strict with the child earlier, looking at how touched he was. "It's not true, Mother thinks you're too wicked, so I'm punishing you by making you beggars in the county town for three days," Su Jiaoniang joked with a smile.
Fu Tu stared at Su Jiao Niang and suddenly said, "If Mother would accompany me to pretend to be a beggar, that would be fine too."
"Why not live a good life instead of becoming a beggar? You're so foolish." Su Jiaoniang glared at Futu.
“You were the one who said it first,” Fu Tu retorted softly, head bowed. Su Jiao Niang was about to tap Fu Tu on the forehead.
Lu Congrong's voice came from outside: "Third Aunt, my father has been buried. Grandma and the others want you to come over for a meal."
Su Jiaoniang ignored Lu Congrong and leaned back in the rocking chair in the study, pretending to doze off.
Fu Tu ignored Lu Congrong, who had even killed his own father, and wrote on paper with a brush.
Fang Daiyan, who was playing with the dog in the yard, glanced back at Lu Congrong and thought that this older sister was too ugly. Her eyes were almost squeezed together with her nose, and she looked fierce. He was so scared that he shrank his head and was led by the little girl to the kitchen.
In the kitchen, Xie made some radish cakes, put them on a plate, and asked Xiaoya to eat them with Fang Daiyan.
Fang Daiyan reached out and took a piece of pastry, putting it in his mouth. The radish cake had been fried in oil.
It's hot and fragrant when you put it in your mouth, and it even has cured meat inside.
Fang was not a stingy person; he had eaten almost everything available in the county town, after all, the Fang family had a considerable fortune in the past.
But this is the first time I've ever had this flavor of radish cake.
Looking at Madam Xie, Fang Daiyan asked softly, "Grandma, can I learn? I want to make it for my mother."
Mrs. Xie looked at the child, who was about the same age as her grandson, staring at her longingly.
She asked, "Why do you want to learn this?"
"I'm making this for my mother. She works so hard setting up her stall every day. I need to take care of her," Lu Daiyan said.
Ms. Xie was moved this time; pure emotions are the easiest to touch people's hearts.
She happily taught Lu Daiyan.
Lu Congrong stood in the courtyard outside. She could clearly see that there were people in the kitchen, study, and other rooms, but no one came out to pay attention to her.
This feeling is very unpleasant.
She clenched her fists, knowing that one day she would make these people regret how they had treated her.
She stomped her foot and shouted again, "Third Aunt, if you don't go soon, Grandma will come looking for you."
"What? Are you crazy? It's not like we have anything to do, why are you still looking for it?"
Is cutting ties a joke?
"Third Aunt, Grandma said if you don't go, she'll dig up Third Uncle's grave and make sure he can't rest in peace even in death," Lu Congrong said quietly.
Su Jiaoniang, who was sitting in the rocking chair, suddenly opened her eyes.
Lu Futu, who was writing, asked, "Kill her?"
"Go and take the imperial examination to become the top scholar." Su Jiaoniang walked outside. As someone who deeply loved her deceased wife, she couldn't just let someone dig up her grave.
The Lu family went too far.
Su Jiaoniang walked out of the study, and Lu Futu followed closely behind.
He had to protect her.
Su Jiaoniang asked, "Lu Dashan was buried?"
"Bury him!" Lu Congrong stiffened for a moment, then slowly nodded. She had watched the person being buried with her own eyes.
Su Jiaoniang did not go into the Lu family's house immediately upon arriving. She glanced at Futu and said, "Go find the village chief. He witnessed the severing of ties, and he will restrain you if anything is inappropriate."
Fu Tu nodded and walked towards the village chief's house.
Su Jiaoniang walked into the courtyard.
The door was immediately slammed shut.
Lu Daishu was not at home. In the small courtyard, there was Madam Zhu, Lu Congrong, Madam Zhu, and Lu Defu. As for Madam Fang and Lu Dahai, they were not there at the moment.
Su Jiaoniang frowned. What was going on?
Do you think the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled in this courtyard think they can beat her?
"What are you going to do?" Su Jiaoniang asked.
"You shameless woman, you seduced my Shanzi! If it weren't for you, how could my Shanzi have become addicted to gambling and drunk himself to death? It's all your fault! My Shanzi has been thinking of you for so many years, so you might as well die with him!"
As she spoke, Old Zhu took a kitchen knife and slashed at Su Jiaoniang's neck.
Su Jiaoniang stretched out her leg to kick, but Lu Congrong suddenly grabbed her legs.
Lu Congrong held her tightly. Just as the cleaver was about to fall on Su Jiaoniang's neck, Su Jiaoniang bent her lower body and arched her upper body, causing the cleaver to miss. Old Zhu then slashed at Su Jiaoniang's stomach again.
Su Jiaoniang exerted force with her legs, broke free from Lu Congrong, and kicked out.
Old Zhu's cleaver sliced across Lu Congrong's face, and a piece of flesh fell off Lu Congrong's cheek.
A pitiful scream echoed in the courtyard.
Hearing the shout, Lu Futu, who was walking quickly, suddenly climbed over the wall.
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