Rivers and Lakes Records

The third day Lu Mingtong regained consciousness.

Except for Mrs. Lu who had to recite hundreds of times a day to have a good rest and not to run around, Lu Mingtong stayed in the study all day, practicing calligraphy and reading while taking the opportunity to reconnect with Douya.

Before he lost his memory, he liked Bean Sprouts. It seems that this guy really can't change the fact. In the past few days, Lu Mingtong called him to him, asked him intermittently about things he didn't remember, and asked Bean Sprouts to grind ink for him to dry. Zi Jian went to the kitchen to steal snacks and tea.Bean Sprout was almost obedient to him, everything Lu Mingtong told him was done without fail, and he didn't need Lu Mingtong to reward him when he came to ask for credit, just a compliment was enough for him to be happy for a whole day.

On this day, Lu Mingtong was painting in his study, while Douya was standing beside him dozing off with his head slumped, when a person rushed to him in front of him.

Lu Mingtong knew her, Douya said two days ago that this person is Xiaocui, and she is Mrs. Lu's personal maid.

At this time, my mother should still be feeding the fish in the garden, why did she send this maid here?Moreover, the visitor obviously brought bad news, and his willow brows were full of sorrow.

Lu Mingtong put down his pen and waited for her to speak.

Xiaocui hurried to the desk, wished him a blessing, and said: "Master, there are guests in the front hall, madam, please go there for a while."

Lu Mingtong asked: "Who? Do I know him?"

Xiao Cui showed a look of embarrassment: "This...we knew each other at first, but whether we still know each other now, I don't know."

She was talking about her amnesia, Lu Mingtong sighed, and looked at the painting in front of her, feeling a little regretful.Painting is supposed to be done in one go, and if I interrupt halfway and come back, I don't feel like I do now.

But since there are guests visiting, he can only go to the meeting for a while without breaking the etiquette.

"I'll go with you." After straightening his clothes, Lu Mingtong raised his legs.

Xiao Cui stopped where she was: "Master, Madam told you to take the bean sprouts with you."

Lu Mingtong glanced at Dou Sprout strangely: "Why? Is the guest also a friend of Dou Sprout?"

Bean Sprout, who was sneaking around, heard his name and opened his eyes in a daze.

"Madam said, it's not easy for outsiders to know about the damaged young master's memory. In order to avoid this situation, the young master can ask Dou Sprout to serve him at that time and remind the young master."

"Okay, let's go then."

In the front hall, Mrs. Lu was holding a cup of hot tea and absently skimming the tea foam over and over again with the lid in her hand.

Sitting next to him was a 50 to [-]-year-old man who was well-off and was drinking tea with his eyes closed.

Mrs. Lu stopped moving her hands, glanced at the other party quietly, and then turned her gaze to the door.

As soon as the news of Tong'er's coma spread, Wu Lin sent all kinds of invitations. She declined all of them on the grounds that she would not disturb the patient's rest. It's coming, she can't hide it, she just said that Lu Mingtong has woken up and is recuperating.But this person is not willing to leave easily, and he has to see the previous one with his own eyes before he will give up.

Madam Lu sighed silently, she only hoped that Douya and Tong'er would be smarter and not show their feet in front of this old man.

Just as he was thinking, Lu Mingtong came, and as soon as he stepped in, Bean Sprout's eyes quickly circled the room, and whispered in his ear: "Uncle Chen of the Martial Arts League has a normal relationship and doesn't get in touch often. "

So Lu Mingtong politely stepped forward and said, "Uncle Chen, long time no see, why are you here?" He sat down beside Mrs. Lu.

Uncle Chen put down his teacup and looked him up and down, seeing that he was fine, he said with a smile: "Young Master Lu, long time no see. Some time ago, I heard that you were injured and unconscious. People from the Wulin League were very worried. No, I'm the closest to Lu's house, so I just wanted to visit, but I didn't expect Madam Lu to tell me that you've recovered just after entering the door, and this big rock in my heart just fell."

Bean Sprout leaned over to pour tea for Lu Mingtong, and said softly: "The people of the Wulin League are very worried that something will happen to the young master, and the young master should let them rest assured."

So Lu Mingtong said: "Ha, a small injury is nothing to worry about. I didn't expect it to alarm the Wulin League. I'm laughing at it."

"How important is Mr. Lu's identity. Not only the Wulin League, but the whole world is worried about being injured this time. Fortunately, Mr. Lu has his own destiny..."

Uncle Chen was still eloquent, while Lu Mingtong had a smile on his face, but in fact, the villain in his mind had already wandered into the sky.

He still has an impression of the Martial Arts League. He once followed Lu Yuanshan to two martial arts conferences to witness, but he was still young at the time, and he didn't remember any more specific things. He only remembered that the people inside were not ordinary people. Stunt skills, making one hand good martial arts.

However, when did his status become so important?

Lu Mingtong's memory is still at the level of everyone being polite to his father and touching his head to show his appreciation and encouragement. He couldn't help being a little elated when the other party praised him so much.

It seems that he is now alone.

"Besides, I believe Mr. Lu is aware of the troubles that happened in the Wulin League some time ago. Now everyone in the middle of the league is looking for Mr. Xiao's whereabouts, and the Wulin Conference is coming soon. We really don't want to share other things... Fortunately, Lu The young master has recovered, and it can be regarded as a solution to an urgent need of the Wulin League."

Lu Mingtong thought to himself, why is it the Wulin League's turn to worry about his coma?Could it be that during the period of his amnesia, the Wulin League has evolved from a martial arts righteous organization to a non-governmental charity organization?

In any case, he continued to be polite to the other party: "Thank you for your hard work."

Uncle Chen waved his hand. "Hey, as long as Mr. Lu is in good health, I'll be relieved." He stood up, and when Lu Mingtong saw that the other party was about to say goodbye, he couldn't hold back his joy and got up and shouted to see him off.

"Then, I'll take my leave first. The world is in chaos right now, so I ask Mr. Lu to go to the martial arts conference early after he recovers."

Lu Mingtong was taken aback, not understanding why he had to call himself to the martial arts conference.Uncle Chen took his leave and walked out, and happily said to the boy who saw the guests off: "Mr. Lu is a young man who is promising and generous. If Wanbi Wengquan knows it, he must be very pleased."

Lu Mingtong only felt a thunderbolt blowing in his ears, his eyes were staring and his hands and feet were numb.With a shake of the teacup in his hand, hot water poured directly onto the back of his hand, and the people around surrounded him with an exclamation. Mrs. Lu hurriedly held his hand to check it, and asked Xiaocui to fetch the medicine with a trembling voice.

The back of his hand was burning red quickly, but Lu Mingtong was just in a daze.

"What did he mean by what he said just now?" He slowly turned to his mother, the color on his face faded rapidly, and his pupils dilated: "What is it called, Wanbi Wengquan has knowledge?"

Mrs. Lu paused, seeing that Uncle Chen didn't notice the movement here, she asked Doan Sprout to help the young master back to the room while asking for the spilled tea to be cleaned up.

However, Lu Mingtong insisted on not moving, he knew that Madam Lu's actions were afraid of the guest just now, so he stared at the back of the other person until he disappeared from sight, and then said: "Can we talk now? "

Madam Lu's tears fell, she took the medicine from someone else and applied it on him herself.After painting, he held his scalded hand with both hands, and pressed it to his cheek with great sadness.

Everyone in the room shrank and did not dare to speak out, Lu Mingtong lowered his eyes and quietly stared at the woman who had aged in an instant in his memory.He knew that it was probably because of his memory confusion that his mother's appearance was different from what he imagined, but when he saw the few silver threads that were barely visible on Mrs. Lu's temples, he still couldn't help but feel sour in his eyes.

Looking at the silent posture of the whole room, the trace of luck that he still held in his heart was also extinguished.

"It was... when did it happen?"

Mrs. Lu sat there in a daze, she didn't open her mouth for a long time, and she seemed unwilling to think about it again.

"It was three months ago. Tong'er, you..."

Lu Mingtong trembled all over, and almost lost the strength to sit on the chair: "So close? So close! I woke up and you kept hiding it from me! Why? Dad, he has always been strong, why did he suddenly... check Has it passed? Did someone kill him? Is there anything unusual? Where is his dead body now?" He struggled to stand up and walk out. "I...I'm going to take a look."

However, just after he got the bad news, he was so confused that he couldn't distinguish between east and west, north and south, and he was almost tripped before he walked out of the hall. Bean Sprouts hurriedly helped Mrs. Lu hold him.

"Tong'er, Tong'er!" Mrs. Lu yelled twice, seeing that he ignored him, she blocked his way with her body.

Lu Mingtong stretched out his hand to push her: "Mom, get out of the way, I'm going to see my father... I want to find out what's going on."

Mrs. Lu shook her head, but still stubbornly blocked him. The majestic Lu family's mistress kept weeping and choked with sobs, without her usual majesty.Seeing the situation, Lu Jiutian ordered Xiaocui to dismiss everyone else, except him, Douya, and the old housekeeper.

Bean Sprout's eyes were all red, afraid that Lu Mingtong would go crazy and hurt Mrs. Lu, so he hugged his leg tightly, and signaled Jiutian to help Mrs. Lu sit on the stool. "Master, you'd better listen to what Madam said, your memory is impaired now, but we all see it." He paused, and couldn't bear to say: "When you know that Master lost his memory, Madam made up his mind to recuperate first. The young master's body will tell you the truth again, just because I am afraid that you will be so sad that you will fall ill again... What the young master said just now, I also said it on the day when the accident happened to the young master, what should be investigated, young master, you have investigated it yourself .”

Lu Mingtong caught something wrong from his words, he collected himself, forced himself to calm down, looked at the choking mother in front of him, wiped away her tears, and looked at Bean Sprouts beside him: "Okay, then tell me one by one, the cause and effect , tell me everything clearly."

Bean Sprout said: "Three months ago, Mr. Accountant encountered a problem when he was doing the accounting. He wanted to ask the master, but he searched all over the study and bedroom, but he couldn't find anyone. Madam also said that she didn't see anyone all night, so she came to ask the young master. It was only when we realized something was wrong that we searched through the entire Lu family and couldn't find it. It wasn't until Youshi that we found the master's body in the back mountain..."

"When the master was found, he was hanging on a tree, he was already out of breath, and there was a blood book nailed to the tree, which said, said..." He swallowed, not knowing what to say.

"It's okay, you said."

Lu Jiutian, who was silent all the time, glanced at the bean sprouts that were constantly sweating on his forehead, and took over in a deep voice: "It says, pigs and dogs are not as good as human beings. The young master put the master's body down and tore up the bloody book." When I got down, I looked over and over again like crazy, and when I came back, I called Wu Zuo for an autopsy, but unfortunately nothing was found, only that the internal organs were broken, and it should be that someone slapped me from the back before death, and there was serious neck pain. There were strangle marks, and no other abnormalities could be found."

"I can't tell what the cause of that palm is. In addition, the incident happened suddenly, and the news was not well sealed. It spread out the next day. The entire martial arts world was in chaos. There were all kinds of rumors. The murderer has not been found yet."

Lu Mingtong clenched his fists. "The news about the blood letter has also spread?"

"Return to the young master, no. After the young master tore off the blood book, he ordered not to tell anyone about it. Except for the few present, no one in the world knows the existence of this blood book."

"Then, where did I put that blood book?"

Lu Jiutian said: "Together with the evidence related to the scene, the young master is locked up, and we don't know where the key is."

Lu Mingtong had never thought about the possibility of Lu Yuanshan's suicide, let alone the ridiculous blood letter, which in his eyes was even more blatantly provocative.

"I see." He seemed to be extremely tired, closed his eyes, and said, "You all step back first, I want to see my father. Nine days, you go and get the autopsy report written by the author at that time."

Mrs. Lu said: "I'll go with Tong'er. Butler, tell me to go down. Don't let anyone know what happened today. Bean Sprout, go and find out if Uncle Chen found anything unusual when he returned."

The three of them retreated under the orders, Mrs. Lu straightened her appearance, and straightened Lu Mingtong's clothes again: "Tong'er, it's good that you calm down, mother will take you to see your father now."

Lu Yuanshan had already been buried. According to Mrs. Lu, his death caused a sensation in the whole Jianghu at that time, and countless people came to the Lu family to express their condolences. Lu Mingtong buried Lu Yuanshan in a grand manner according to the Lu family custom, and then knelt in front of the tomb for three days, refusing everything. The visitor, after that, became ill and lay in bed for ten days.

Mrs. Lu said, when you were sick, you kept talking about returning your father back. As a mother, every time I hear it, my heart hurts.