After my rebirth, my whole family read my mind, and my father decided to usurp the throne.

"Did Dong Zhuo go to Guozi School today?"

Song Le'an asked again.

"No, he asked his boy to go to Guozixue to take leave, and all the students in the yellow class knew that you and Dong Zhuo were injured.

The subordinates heard that they were talking about Dong Zhuo's harm to you, and they also said that they would come to the house to see you, young master. "

Song Le'an felt confused and didn't want to force a smile to greet his classmates for the time being.

"If they really come, just say I won't see guests for the time being."

"Yes."

During the noon break, the students from the yellow class came to Prince Kang's Mansion.

Shui Tuo told the house manager what the fifth young master wanted early in the morning, so the students came and left.

Song Le'an took a rest for noon, but when he thought about Dong Zhuo, he became a little irritable.

He didn't understand why Dong Zhuo treated him like this. If he was rejected and isolated by his classmates, what good would it do to Dong Zhuo? !

After much deliberation, Song Le'an decided to go to Dong Mansion to meet Dong Zhuo in person.

No matter what this time, he had to ask clearly what Dong Zhuo's purpose was!

Just in case, Song Le'an also asked Shuituo to dress up as a boy and follow him.

Before leaving, Song Le'an thought about whether to go to Qingzhuyuan to see his mother and sister, but after hesitating for a while, he decided to go to Dong's Mansion first and then visit his mother and sister when he came back.

Arriving at Dong's Mansion, Song Le'an introduced himself and successfully brought Shui Tuo in.

Dong Zhuo's father is the Minister of Rites and is not in the mansion at the moment.

Song Le'an came to see Dong Zhuo. The servants of the Dong Mansion did not report to Mrs. Dong, but took Song Le'an directly to the courtyard where Dong Zhuo lived.

Dong's Mansion is not big compared to Prince Kang's Mansion, but it still has three advantages.

Dong Zhuo lived in the most remote and remote place.

As he walked all the way, Song Le'an couldn't help but frown as he saw the surroundings becoming more and more dilapidated and desolate.

He knew that Dong Zhuo was a concubine, and he also knew that Dong Zhuo's biological mother was originally Mrs. Dong's maid, but ended up becoming Dong Shilang's concubine.

Because Mrs. Dong hated this maid who climbed on the bed, she also hated the bastard Dong Zhuo.

Dong Zhuo's biological mother died of illness a few years ago, and Dong Zhuo's situation became increasingly worse.

But he never thought that Dong Zhuo's situation would be so bad!

Mrs. Dong didn't even make any superficial effort to pretend to be a generous mistress who treated her concubine and concubine as her own.

Dong Zhuo was left to live in a remote courtyard. The courtyard was in tatters and the walls of the house and even the tiles on the roof had fallen off.

The appearance of the courtyard alone was like this. Song Le'an could not imagine how "house-like" the house would be inside.

"Mr. Song, the young master is inside. Please come in."

The servant stopped at the door of the courtyard, obviously not wanting to go in.

Song Le'an walked into the yard and saw two pieces of land in the yard. He even suspected that Dong Zhuo was growing vegetables here for himself.

The door of the house was closed. Song Le'an raised his hand and knocked on the door, asking Shuituo to stay in the yard while he went in.

There were coughs and the sound of shoes scraping against the floor, and then the door was opened.

Dong Zhuo, who was wearing a robe, saw Song Le'an standing at the door with a confused expression. After he came to his senses, surprise burst out in his eyes.

"Ale! Why are you here? Are you here to see me?"

The surprise in Dong Zhuo's eyes didn't seem to be fake, which made Song Le'an more and more confused.

He looked a little complicated, "Yes, let's go in."

Song Le'an walked into the room. Just as he thought, this place can be described as 'a family with four walls'.

The room was empty except for a crippled table and a broken bench.

The robe Dong Zhuo wore was even patched.

Song Le'an could not imagine that this was Dong Zhuo's life at home.

It is also unimaginable that the concubine of a third-rank minister of rites actually leads such a life!

Does the Minister of Rites know that his concubine is treated so harshly by his mistress? !

Perhaps noticing Song Le'an's gaze, Dong Zhuo touched his nose with a sense of inferiority and embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, Ah Le, my room is too shabby. Well, if you don't mind, you can just sit there."

Dong Zhuo pointed to the broken bench.

"I don't mind, but if I sit on that bench, will you still have a stool to sit on?"

Song Le'an looked at Dong Zhuo calmly, without any intention of looking down or showing disgust.

"There are some."

Dong Zhuo took out a lame chair from the inner room and sat around the broken table with Song Le'an.

"Ale, how is your health? Are you injured too? I think your injury is more serious than mine.

I originally planned to visit you tomorrow, but I didn't expect you to visit me first. "

Dong Zhuo smiled, looked at the kettle on the table, picked it up and shook it.

"There's no water in there, Ale, I'll get some water for you to drink."

Dong Zhuo said and was about to stand up, but was stopped by Song Le'an.

"Azhuo, don't bother, I'm not thirsty either."

"Okay, then if you are thirsty, just tell me. Don't look at how shabby my place is. There is still water to drink."

Dong Zhuo spoke very frankly, clearly his embarrassed side had been exposed to Song Le'an.

But he didn't feel any shame.

"By the way, A Le, we won't be the only two people injured this time on the mountain, right?"

Dong Zhuo seemed to be talking casually, but Song Le'an could tell that he was talking.

Song Le'an pursed his lips and raised his eyes to look at Dong Zhuo steadily, "We are the only two injured. Do you think this is different from what you expected?

After all, you are planning to let your classmates take the dead end of falling down the hill. "

The smile on Dong Zhuo's face froze for a moment, then quickly returned to normal and continued to smile.

"Ale, what are you talking about? What did I expect? I didn't expect anything? As for which dead end you mentioned? Why can't I understand what you said?"

"Is the poetry album you gave me really the poems you wrote yourself? Is it true that you didn't have someone steal them from other classmates?

The road you showed me down the mountain was really not a dead end?

Azhuo, stop pretending. I already know what you want to do to me. Otherwise, guess why only the two of us were injured. "

Song Le'an spoke word by word, watching with his own eyes that Dong Zhuo finally couldn't pretend anymore, and the smile on his face slowly disappeared.

"Ale, who told you what?"

"No one said anything, Azhuo. If you want others to know, you have to do nothing yourself. I have been thinking about why you did this for the past two days, but I can't figure it out no matter how hard I think about it.

I can feel your concern for me, and I know you treat me as a friend, but why do you want to use me to hurt your classmates?

If your strategy succeeds, I will be the person who is doubted by my classmates and disliked by my classmates.

Is this what you want to see? "