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Chapter 109: All Difficulties

Fu Chengxiang took a step forward, Fu Qiuchi took a step back, and finally leaned on the bogu rack to retreat. Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, grabbed Fu Chengxiang's cuff, and his voice trembled uncontrollably, "Dad, I know I'm wrong, what about Xiaoer?" , no, what about Lin Ping, what did you do to her?"

"How?" Fu Chengxiang raised his eyebrows, pulled his hands away and said in disapproval, "He's dead."

Fu Qiuchi slipped and fell to the ground along the bogu shelf in vain, and repeated in a murmur, "Dead, dead." In an instant he got up and grabbed the corner of Fu Chengxiang's robe like a straw, and said in a crying voice: "Father, I know I was wrong. Now, I will never associate with Luo Jinnian again, I will never be merciful, I will never be indecisive, I will marry the Wang family according to your words, you let Lin Ping go, you have been her before."

"Look at what you look like now!" Prime Minister Fu said angrily, "Lin Ping lied to you, and you acted like a little girl instead!"

Fu Chengxiang repeated again, "Fu Qiuchi, I gave you a chance. If you can bluntly say that someone else you like doesn't want to marry the Wang family, I can withdraw the marriage for you. With my current status, I don't have to do it anymore. Fly camp dog dog, do you think that the huge prime minister's mansion can't accommodate an actor!"

"But you dare not, you shrink back. You dare not confront me directly because of an actor, and you are not cruel enough to want to harm Mrs. Wang. You always want to get the best of both worlds and live up to both ends, but how can there be both in the world! "

"I thought I came up with the method of duality and ruined my own reputation," Fu Chengxiang glanced at Fu Qiuchi who was in a daze, "Can you tell the Luo Mansion boy the impact of your inaction on your future career?"

Fu Qiuchi's lips moved.

Fu Chengxiang looked back at the muddy look, "You don't dare, you dare not tell him that he will not be able to enter the officialdom again in the future when this matter is reported. The Luo family boy seems to be confused, but he is more sober than you. If he knew this, he would never will help you."

"Fu Qiuchi, you are lying, you are indecisive and hesitant, Lin Ping has such evil results, don't blame others, it's all thanks to you."

"You killed her."

As if Hong Zhong and Da Lu were ringing in his ears, Fu Qiuchi thought, did I really harm her?I killed her.

"Papa," Fu Chengxiang lightly tapped his palms, "Bring it in."

A person came in from outside, carrying a wooden tray with a golden nanmu box on it.

A pungent smell of blood rushed to the face, and it intensified. Fu Qiuchi's eyes showed horror. He stretched up, slipped on the soles of his feet and fell back, hitting the back of his head heavily on the shelf.

Wanting to escape again, Fu Chengxiang had already seen through his son, he stepped forward to lift the lid of the box, not giving Fu Qiuchi a chance to paralyze himself, and turned the tray to face Fu Qiuchi, "Look clearly, this is Lin Ping."

There is a beautiful head in the box, with blood dripping from the five orifices, and her eyes are slack as if looking far away, she is begging for the bravery of a coward.

But why did Fu Qiuchi feel so cold?He is a noble son who leans against the red and nestles against the green, and is poured out by the rain of scholarly ink.

The smell of blood is a heavy nightmare that cannot be dispelled. Fu Qiuchi stared blankly at the head on the soft ground. After a while, he murmured: "It wasn't me, it wasn't me! It was you! You killed her!"

Fu Chengxiang was only slightly satisfied at this time. He looked down at Fu Qiuchi condescendingly with his hands behind his back, "There is no cure yet. Then how are you going to avenge her? Kill me?"

Fu Qiuchi was shrouded in shadows, panting uncontrollably. He was already as tall as his father, but his father was like an insurmountable mountain.

"Why do you avenge her now? Fu Qiuchi, you can only climb up, use me, my power, and my climbing ladder to go up, replace me, and surpass me."

"Only in this way can you avenge her, abandon the worthless mercy, abandon the worthless kindness. Cut off the hesitation and abandon Yourou, can you?"

Seeing that Fu Qiuchi still didn't answer, Prime Minister Fu walked out of the study with a sneer, "You can't do it."

It began to snow again in Shangjing, Fu Chengxiang was already covered with black clothes before he realized it, he swept the three feet of snow off his shoulders, and turned his head to look at the study.

Fu Qiuchi was born without experience of suffering or hatred, which made him indecisive and always thinking of escaping.

Then let Fu Qiuchi hate him, and let him carve the most desirable jade with his own hands.

When Song Ling secretly returned home from Jiaomen, he happened to meet Jiaozi who had been waiting for him at Jiaomen.

Jiaozi wrapped the cloak around him and breathed a sigh of relief: "It can be counted as coming back, follow me back to the hospital."

Seeing that Luo Jinnian was in a bad state, she didn't dare to persuade him for fear of hurting Luo Jinnian's face, so she had to wait for Song Ling at the corner gate, and there was always something to do when the husband came back.

"It's cold in the snow, why are you waiting here, but there is something important?" Song Ling put on his cloak in surprise, and asked casually, "Brother, are you awake?"

"It's about Jinnian. He woke up and came to look for you. He entered your study and saw something. He is not in a good condition right now."

Song Ling opened the bamboo umbrella and raised his eyebrows, "Crying?"

Dumpling hesitated: "Go and see for yourself."

Song Ling tilted the umbrella towards the dumpling, and stepped on the snow with her to the Zhuzhuyuan.

I thought in my heart, I must be crying, he has always been restless, he would not let the place where he was going, and he would not let the person who looked at him look at it.It should be because I saw the eulogy he wrote, so it's okay to cry.How can he pretend to be a matter in his heart, it is better to cry out all the grievances and pains, and more troubles will happen if he holds it in his heart.

The road was too slippery, and Jiaozi was afraid that he would fall in a hurry, so she quickly called a few servants to come over with the bamboo stick.

Song Ling had always been stubborn against her, and let the servant carry him back like a lady.

Going to the courtyard and opening the study room, Luo Jinnian was more than just crying, he was crying, lying on his side on the blanket, holding a eulogy in his arms, his face was covered with ink, and he couldn't see where his nose was. It's the eyes.

I feel wronged.

Song Ling sighed, and he didn't want others to see Luo Jinnian's distressed appearance, so he took Luo Jinnian's arm and dragged him to the small couch in the cubicle with great effort.

After removing Luo Jinnian's boots and wiping off the ink on his face, Song Ling was already sweating. He walked out of the study and ordered Dumpling: "The earth dragon burns more."

"Hey," Jiaozi leaned her neck to look into the study, and asked worriedly, "How's it going?"

Song Ling laughed: "Sleeping."

He turned around and went back to the house to change his clothes. He picked up the book and just turned a page, but he was still worried about Luo Jinnian. Fortunately, he took the book and flipped through it in the study.

It was night when Luo Jinnian slept.

Half asleep and half awake, he felt dry mouth and tongue, and hid his face in the brocade quilt, muttering to drink water, and footsteps sounded after a while.He didn't bother to look away, only the hair on the top of his head was showing.

The cold 璆林 cup was pressed against the side of his face, and Luo Jinnian was so cold that he was so dizzy that most of his sleepiness flew away, and he was about to lose his temper when he lifted the brocade quilt: "Where is the stupid girl, don't you know how to warm the cup with the palm of your hand first?" Open your eyes, and meet a pair of black and white smiling eyes.

Turned off the fire, "When did you come back?"

Song Ling put the Qilin cup on Xiaowu casually, "It's been a while."

Luo Jinnian's throat tightened, thinking of his bizarre dreams, he couldn't help asking: "How did Second Aunt die?" He stubbornly grabbed Song Ling's wrist and looked at him, not wanting to hear another round of lies.

"It's an emergency." Song Ling's tone was flat.

"I want to tell the truth!" Luo Jinnian clenched his hands.

Song Ling paused, but it would be troublesome to fully explain it. Luo Jinnian didn't know that his second aunt was actually Yin Nu, nor did he know the relationship between Yin Nu and Du Shaoshang.

More importantly, if Luo Jinnian knew all about it, he would put himself in danger if he insisted on investigating the spies hidden in the mansion.

The old lady's poisoning incident this time was a cover, the purpose was to distract him and silence Yin Nu.Now the biggest quarrel in the family is undoubtedly the fourth aunt who sent the bracelet, but Song Ling felt that things were not that simple.

If the fourth aunt really wanted to murder the old lady, how could she use such a clumsy method.

She also had no reason to harm the old lady. The Wang family's business had already relied on the General's Mansion, and she had lost her trust in the General's Mansion, which also harmed herself.

Song Ling deduced that there was someone who hid deeper. He knew everything about the mansion, and his influence was intricate.

But it can't completely dispel the suspicion of the fourth aunt. She may also take advantage of the loopholes in people's hearts. Everyone thinks that she is impossible, but it is what she did.

In the Li Dynasty, there was a famous injustice case. Every time new tea was picked in Liuxian County, Fuzhou, new tea was stolen from people's homes every year.The government heard the case but had no clue, because new tea is not a rare commodity in Fuzhou, and a few tea seedlings can be trampled to death just by walking outside.

Later, the government assigned the matter to a lame beggar in Liu County, but the beggar refused to accept it, and once "spread nonsense" in the court.

"Master Zhu goes to the farmer's house to buy new tea every season. He goes to one house and steals another. Why don't you arrest Master Zhu for interrogation?"

Everyone laughed loudly, thinking that the beggar was crazy.

Master Zhu is one of the most famous tea merchants in Liu County, and his family is very rich. It is more credible to say that he stole the new tea from the people than to say that the sky is raining red.

The government decided that the lame man was a tea thief, and convicted him. According to the crime of stealing, his left little finger was amputated, he was beaten with forty boards, and he was detained for twenty years.

But a few years later, Master Zhu passed away. He left a suicide note and confessed that he was the real tea thief, and that the tea at home was not as fragrant as the one stolen.Only then did I realize that the cripple was wronged, but the life of a mere cripple is three points cheaper than a grass. Everyone was busy speculating on the gossip and rumors of Mr. Zhu, and making up his unfortunate past. The lame man.

Master Zhu is taking advantage of the loopholes in people's hearts to steal wantonly.

This Luo Jinnian was still clutching Song Ling and refused to let go, but what Song Ling didn't want to say, even if Mr. Tian Shishi was in front of him today, he would never confide a word.

He knows how to appease Luo Jinnian, but appeasement is a new method that he has only learned in these years, and it is his instinct to fight against Luo Jinnian since the first day he entered the mansion.

Song Ling's eyelids drooped, he smiled loosely, and said in a word that was neither yin nor yang, "Didn't you claim that Luofu is in your hands, you can go anywhere, no one dares to deceive you, lie to you, or stop you Of course I didn't dare, the fourth aunt did suffer from an emergency."

Sure enough, Luo Jinnian was tricked, and his anger went straight to his heart. He held back his anger and refused to give up: "Then why do you write about being born in sorrow and dying in suffering in your eulogy?"

"Oh?" Song Ling made a long voice, seeming to find it a little funny, "Young master is always self-righteous, I just read the scriptures, and one of the women named Yin Nu wrote the eulogy because I couldn't bear it. Aunt half a word?"

Song Ling's drooping eyelids were lifted, revealing the silver pills raised in the water. He didn't say anything harsh, and stabbed at the hearts of the people in a gentle voice, "What does it matter to me that the second aunt is your real aunt? Is there real love between the two, or is it a hypocritical play?"

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