After dressing as a villain, I am addicted to farming

One month later, Qu Chenyuan, the eldest son of the Qu Mansion, occasionally felt cold and was bedridden.

Two months later, his condition worsened, and this eldest son, who only heard his name but not his name, died of illness.

The outside world has shown a trend that they knew it would be like this before. Who told you that this eldest son has lived in seclusion for more than ten years, and he has never seen anyone.

In the mourning hall covered with white cloths, Qu Chenyuan was staring at the brazier in front of him with an unclear expression.

Qu Zhong tilted his body and leaned on the chair, half-closed his eyelids, and looked at Qu Chenyuan quietly.

This person doesn't need to change clothes at all, as long as he goes to the mourning hall in what he usually wears, he will be completely integrated with this place.

Now he and this person are left in this gloomy mourning hall.

Ever since Luo Shi knew that his eldest grandson was not his own, he was so angry that he couldn't get sick, and now he is still lying on the bed resting.

As elders, Qu Zhao and Xu didn't have to go to the mourning hall to guard them.

As for Qu Gao... probably because he was stimulated, he didn't go home these days.

"It's ridiculous, I'm ridiculous."

Gently fiddled with the brazier, Qu Chenyuan laughed at himself, the fire light shone on his face flickering on and off, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

"Isn't this fulfilling your wish!"

Knowing that Qu Chenyuan couldn't see his expression, Qu Zhong still raised his eyebrows meanly.

At that time, seeing that he recognized his biological father, and even filially provided for him in the old age, Qu Zhong was so angry that his nose was smoking.

He can easily forgive a person who killed his own mother, but an adoptive father who has raised him for more than ten years has never had any contact with him.

"It is indeed self-inflicted."

Qu Chenyuan understood why his mother's stay meant that he would stay in Qu Mansion until Jiguan before leaving the mansion.

At least staying here, he doesn't have to worry about whether he will be killed tomorrow.

His ten years of dormancy and ten years of patience turned out to be a joke in the end.

"You are busy when you go to the Meng Mansion."

Meng Wenguang's family didn't have any fuel-efficient lamps, if the emperor didn't see that the old matriarch saved the former emperor, the family would have been unable to jump around.

In the book, the old emperor got a sudden illness and went away early, otherwise Qu Zhong estimated that Meng Wenguang would have been eliminated long ago.

"Since he ruined my home, I'll let him have no peace."

Pulling the corner of his lips, a cruel smile appeared on Qu Chenyuan's face.

hiss--

Sure enough, he was the evil and charming hero in the book, how many women could resist with just such a smile.

"Then I wish you all the best."

Although the two are called brothers, they actually only talked a few words, so they had to stop when they couldn't say a few words.

"From now on, the Qu Mansion will depend on you."

Standing up, he patted the confetti flying on his body, Qu Chenyuan's eyes were dim.

"Oh...oh..." Stunned by Qu Chenyuan's words, Qu Zhong nodded foolishly, knowing that he couldn't see himself clearly.

"I didn't find you so interesting before."

With a chuckle, Qu Chenyuan stepped out of the door, and finally looked around the courtyard where he had lived for more than ten years.

"Goodbye."

The cold face seemed to be coated with light under the moonlight, and Qu Chenyuan smiled for the first time since Qu Zhong had been here for so long.

Then...

Qu Zhong saw him jump up to the courtyard wall with a slight leap, then he seemed to look back at him, and disappeared completely after a few jumps.

Qu Zhong, who was dumbfounded by this series of operations, chased him out of the room.

Depend on..

These people in this world can do light work.

Patting himself on the chest, Qu Zhong rejoiced again and again that he didn't try to provoke Qu Chenyuan with his cheap words just now, otherwise whoever was really slapped to death with a palm.

and also..

He finally knew why the hero didn't smile in the book,

It's really this man's smile... so silly, especially those two big rabbit teeth that are shining... simply.

Shaking his body, Qu Zhong took off his mourning clothes three times and trotted all the way back to the yard.

There is no one in this place now, so why should he stay there to make trouble for himself.

Entering the courtyard gate.. The normally deserted courtyard is still brightly lit.

The group of people brought back should have been sent to Zhuangzi long ago.

But for the sake of this funeral, he also had to put him in the yard to raise him first, so as not to send him out to attract people's attention and be spied on by interested people.

But...

Qu Zhong wakes up every day to the screams of children playing.

"Master, sorry."

Mrs. Yang, who came out to pour the footwashing water, saw that the young master had returned to the yard, and hurriedly comforted him in a deep voice.

"Master, sorry."

"Master, sorry."

Hearing the movement, many people poured out of the room specially for the servants behind the west wing, and comforted them one after another.

"Well, sorry, sorry."

Nodding casually, Qu Zhong wished he could go into the room and lie down right now.

"Master, eat candy." The little grandson of the old Zhao's family had already recovered from his illness, and grabbed a piece of sticky candy and moved towards Qu Zhong.

"Eat it yourself, how can I eat candy, young master?"

Being coaxed by the child with candy, Qu Zhong suddenly felt dizzy.

He didn't know what was wrong, these children were not afraid of him, which made him such a dandy face.

"My young master is going to rest, you guys should go to sleep too."

Raising his nostrils, Qu Zhong was going to enter the room in a bully manner.

bang bang--

Perhaps because he raised his head too high, he didn't see the threshold under his feet, Qu Zhong tripped over the threshold and threw himself into the room, and had a close contact with Qingzhuan.

"Master."

Da Ying suppressed a smile while stepping forward to help him.

"It's okay, it's okay, sleep, who is wasting oil lamps, I can't stop talking to him."

Enduring the pain from his knee, he turned around and slammed the door behind him.

Then...

Hugging his knees and jumping silently in the room a few times, Qu Zhong burst into tears.

***

After all the dust settled, Qu Chenyuan's empty coffin was buried in Qu's ancestral grave, and the Qu Mansion removed the white cloth, as if everything had just returned to normal.

"Mother, why doesn't father have breakfast."

Early in the morning, Qu Zhong went to the main courtyard with a crooked body, intending to show off his good manners there and improve his presence.

After all, these two are one of the main targets of his mission.

"You child, call daddy when you need money, and daddy when you don't need it."

Wiping his hands, Qu Zhao came out from the ear room.

"Hey! Dad, eat quickly, this bun is very delicious."

The douchebag hurriedly helped Qu Zhao to sit down, and Qu Zhong graciously brought food for the two of them.

"Are you running out of money again?" Qu Zhao asked vaguely as he bit the bun.

I don't know when it started, Qu Zhong would come to accompany the husband and wife to have breakfast in the morning, and the rule of not talking at the dinner table is just a passing thing in his opinion.

From the moment he picked up the chopsticks, Qu Zhong started talking non-stop until the meal was over.

Now even the husband and wife are used to chatting a few words during meals.

If one day Qu Zhong stopped croaking, they would not be used to it.

"I have money. My cousin sent money a few days ago."

Qu Zhong chuckled and opened his mouth proudly.

The notebook he wrote was finally opened when Mr. Xu was bored one day, and this opening was incredible.

You don't even need to eat, you can read endlessly while holding a book.

In the end, I stayed up all day and night to finish reading this book, but what follows...

So he thought of his grandson, and under the banner of giving money, he came to Qu Zhong to ask for the following content.

"However.. If Dad gives me some, I can barely use it."

Recklessly, he picked up some side dishes with chopsticks for Qu Zhao, put down the chopsticks and Qu Zhong clasped his hands together as if asking for money.

"You bastard, don't ask your grandfather for money next time."

Qu Zhao spoke a little hastily, the steamed stuffed bun that hadn't finished chewing in his mouth seemed to spray out some crumbs.

The maids and women who served around were stunned. This is the Marquis who is in charge of the Linyang Marquis Mansion and the Guards, just like this?

Calmly wiping his face, Qu Zhong approached Qu Zhao with a smile: "Then you have to give me money."

"After eating, go to the warehouse to pick it up, brat."

Seemingly realizing that he was being impolite, Qu Zhao swallowed the steamed stuffed bun before extending his palm and slapping Qu Zhong on the head twice.

"You really are the best dad in the world."

Thinking of seeing Bai Huahua's silver in a while, Qu Zhong wanted to kowtow to Qu Zhao.

"Sure enough, he is a guy who only recognizes his money but not his father."

Qu Zhong frowned and planned to reprimand him, but before he could say anything, he laughed out loud.

Of course he knows what Qu Zhong is tossing about now, it looks a little unreliable, but it is better than going to a brothel, so he is the one to toss about, anyway, these things in the □ will not be his in the future.

"Okay, you two, father and son, eat quickly, the food is cold."

Watching the two father and son bickering with a smile all the time, Xu now feels that there is hope for this day.

"I want to buy the nearby Zhuangzi."

Qu Zhong waved his hand boldly.