Little Ancestor, Marry Me

Chapter 29

Su Changliu calmed down, calmly pressed Bai Qi who was stunned and angry, and said gently: "Then please bring someone up so that Su can identify one or two, after all, there is no evidence for what you say."

"Naturally." Luo Diheng nodded slightly, and said, "I don't know if Young Master Su would mind bringing him directly into the bedroom?"

Su Changliu pondered for a moment, looked at Humanity and said, "Please go to Linzhu Hall, Su will be there soon."

Luo Diheng only nodded in response, and left Su Changliu's bedroom with a group of elders and Bai Qi.

Mo Chisheng listened intently, confirmed that the group of people had gone away, looked at Su Changliu with a solemn expression, and said coldly: "Qingyan, this is really troublesome."

"Fake." Su Changliu said coldly, and calmly lifted off the golden embroidered quilt covering his body, took the lotus cloud brocade robe Mo Chisheng handed over and put it on, "Ah Mo can't do that kind of thing."

"Whether it's true or not, this reason is really troublesome for Sujiazhuang." Mo Chisheng looked at Su Changliu, who was originally indifferent and calm, holding his jade crown at the moment with a dazed face, and burst out laughing, the serious atmosphere instantly disappeared Most of them said cheerfully, "Call a maid to help you comb it later, what are you going to do now."

"Delay for a while, I would like to see what the Wulin League wants to do." Su Changliu said indifferently, putting down the lotus cloud and white jade crown in his hand, "But they will definitely not listen to me, I am afraid they will directly Do it."

"It can be seen that the patience of the Wulin League is almost gone." Mo Chisheng pushed open the window and whistled softly. A bird with black wings and white belly landed lightly on the window sill and chirped twice. Voice.

The Martial Arts League is afraid that someone will summon them. The guards at Sujiazhuang were very strict a few days ago.

Mo Chisheng teased this well-behaved bird. This bird was one of the smartest he raised. Now that the people from the Wulin League have withdrawn, it is no problem for him to avoid the group of people from the Wulin League.

Su Changliu didn't respond, he lowered his head slightly and stared at the hair crown in a daze. What made the Wulin League so eager to deal with Sujiazhuang?

He has also heard about Luo Diheng's character, and it should not be because of the kind of person Mo Chisheng and Tang Su guessed. Even if the Wulin League really wants to deal with Sujiazhuang because of Sujiazhuang's virtue, such a rash approach is inevitable It was a bit too child's play. Now it seems that there is something that forced them to deal with Sujiazhuang in a hurry, and they had to kill the grass and roots to clean it up.

"I have sent a message to Tang Su." Mo Chisheng's low-pitched voice sounded in Su Changliu's ear, pulling back Su Changliu's wandering thoughts, "You find a way to deal with the Wulin League, and I will go with you, see Let's see what they want to do."

"Okay." Su Changliu said with a smile, the medicine Mo Chisheng gave has not faded, and Su Changliu's complexion is still pale with serious illness, and his smile at this moment is more refreshing than usual Gentle, more people feel heart throbbing pain.

He has never felt the ease and ease of Tang Su and Mo Chisheng, and he can't comprehend Liu Junze's Taoist heart, and he can't follow his heart like Liu Junze and use his sword to straighten the way.

He must protect the Su family village. This responsibility, since he was born in the Su family, has firmly tied him here.

Mo Chisheng asked him before, do you really like this kind of life?

Su Changliu just smiled, and replied Mo Chisheng.

Sweet as sweet.

It has been three days.

Ren Yun looked at Tang Su who was sitting on the window sill with his legs crossed, and sighed helplessly.

At this moment Tang Su was twirling the flute that Su Chang left behind a little irritably, and the jade beads and red tassels hanging from the tail of the flute drew beautiful arcs in the air round after round.

Why is there no news from Qingyan?Damn Mo Chisheng, what's the matter, at least send me a letter!

Just leave me here alone to worry about it.

It's so annoying and I want to kill people.

Wulin League is a bunch of bastards, I can't find you all later, please trouble me because my surname is not Tang.

"Little ancestor, it's useless for you to be anxious here. Calm down." Ren Yun looked at the wine on the side, and after a pause, he poured a cup of cool tea and handed it to Tang Su's lips, and said softly, "The Su family Zhuang is now blocked, and Dr. Mo may not be able to deliver the letter if he wants to."

Tang Su reached out to take the teacup and gulped it down. He suppressed his irritability and snorted coldly, "Although I said this idea was my idea, I still have to settle the score with them when I go back."

Reasonable?I never make sense!

Ren Yun laughed, knowing that the little ancestor was only talking cruelly to his close friends, how could he really make trouble for them?

Tang Su's irritability was not only because he didn't get any news, but also because he had an inexplicable panic lingering in his heart since the beginning of this morning, as if something was about to happen.

Tang Su had always believed in his intuition, but now that it was past noon, the feeling of panic was getting stronger and stronger, and Mo Chisheng's Xinniao could not see half of it, which inevitably made Tang Su very irritable.

Damn, what if something really happened!

...Ke Zipei and Qing Yan have repeatedly said that I can't act without their summons, otherwise the plan will be easily disrupted...

……

do not care!At dusk, before there was any news, I secretly ran over to have a look!

At worst, pretend to be a villager!

Just when Tang Su made up his mind and was about to pack up his things and go to Sujiazhuang, the bird with black wings and white belly landed on the window sill, pecked Tang Su's calf, trying to attract Tang Su's attention .

As soon as Tang Su's eyes lit up, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the bird. Regardless of the pain, the bird kicked a pair of small paws, hurriedly took off the cloth strips tied around the bird's legs, untied the The daylight carefully looked at it clearly.

Ren Yun watched as Tang Su's face sank little by little, and he frowned slightly to look at the cloth strip.

There are only a few words scribbled on it, and it can be seen that the person who wrote it hastily wrote——

Return to the Su Mansion quickly, hide, and wait for the battle.

"Damn it!" Tang Su gritted his teeth and cursed, and immediately took action, hiding the hidden dart weapon that Ren Yun had prepared for him in the past few days, checked his short knife, and took two more guns to prepare to mess up immediately. Enter Sujiazhuang.

Ren Yun didn't ask too many questions, but just walked out with Tang Su, watching Tang Su pack up his things and put his hands on the window sill, turn around and fly out of the attic, he smiled helplessly, But he didn't follow immediately, but walked out of the attic door and called out a shadow guard.

"My lord." The man was dressed in black, kneeling respectfully in front of Ren Yun.

Ren Yun still had that reassuring smile, but his blue eyes were filled with icy abyss, and he said coldly: "Send the order, hide and surround Sujiazhuang, cut off the aid of the Wulin League, and kill anyone who meets the Wulin League without mercy. Leave any traces or traces alive."

The members of the Wulin League are naturally not only in Sujiazhuang.

"Yes!"

The shadow guard got the order and immediately disappeared in front of Ren Yun.

After giving orders, Ren Yun hastily followed up with his ancestors with lightness kung fu, found a wharf boatman and bought a somewhat dilapidated boat, and when Tang Su sat firmly in the cabin, he took the initiative to pick it up. Polling and punting, following Tang Su's guidance, approached Sujiazhuang from a hidden waterway.

Inside the Su Family Manor, the promenade where the maids and servants were supposed to be standing was now replaced by guards from the Martial Arts League. It has been quite a while in autumn, and the weather is slightly cold. Standing outside for a long time will inevitably make you feel weak. Cold, the corridor is even more cold wind gusts, but the order to die from above, how can you resist half a point?

The young man leaning on the corner was idly holding a piece of yellow grass in his mouth, standing there helplessly, feeling the cold wind after another, couldn't help but sneezed.

Although martial arts practitioners are in good health, it is inevitable that they will be affected by the continuous cold wind blowing for so long.

"This little brother."

Just when the young man was thinking about sneaking away to take a rest, a voice suddenly sounded, which made the young man tremble. He thought he was caught just as he was about to sneak away, but when he took a closer look, he found that it was a tall man with the appearance of a domestic servant. The man breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Is there something wrong?"

I saw the handsome man nodding his head slightly, holding a big tray in his hand filled with steaming hot soup, exuding a mouth-watering aroma, the man said, "Bai Qi told me to give it to you." You all boiled some soup to dispel the cold and warm up your body, the craftsmanship is vulgar, I hope you don’t feel disgusted.”

"Hey, is it for me?" The young man was overjoyed, seeing the man nodded, he happily picked up a bowl, blew on it, and then drank it clean regardless of the heat, and then licked it up. At the corner of his mouth, he suddenly felt warm in his stomach, and his whole body felt much more comfortable. He put the bowl back with satisfaction, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, it's a matter of duty." The man replied politely, then turned around to find the next person.

The man who delivered the soup was Cui Zhu, and by the time all the soup was delivered, it was almost noon.

Ever since the day when Su Changliu suddenly suffered from an old illness, Cui Zhu had faintly sensed that something was wrong, but because of his status as a domestic servant, he didn't say much, just took everything in silently.

Su Changliu's medicine was taken by him daily under his supervision, and he never missed a single occasion. Sudden relapse of the old disease was too weird, and this time the old disease came on fiercely, and it seemed to be much worse than before. Without Mo Chisheng's timely rescue, Su Changliu might not have survived.

That's why he put all his eggs in one basket and hurriedly dug up the thing that he had buried thoroughly.

Su Changliu was clearly healed, but the members of the Martial Arts League didn't seem to know about it, and Su Changliu was lying on the bed again, comatose with a high fever, except for the day he talked with him.

Why did the young master not let the members of the Wulin League know that his condition is no longer serious?

Cui Zhu saw that Su Changliu had healed so much that day, and he was very happy. He was preparing to make some good things for Su Changliu in the kitchen to make up for his body, but he heard that Tang Su suddenly attacked Su Changliu and wanted to treat Su Changliu when he was ill. At the critical moment, he took his life, but was stopped by Liu Junze, and then threatened to slaughter Sujiazhuang, causing all the villagers of Sujiazhuang to flee within a day, and Sujiazhuang almost became a ghost.

Cui Zhu didn't know the details. Even though he had thousands of doubts in his heart, he didn't show it on the surface. He just watched that the Martial Arts League sent many people to protect Su Changliu and surrounded the Su family in the name of capturing Tang Su. village.

Looking at the posture of these people in formation, Cui Zhu felt that they were more like monitoring Sujiazhuang than protection.

And the group of Wulin League executives who surrounded Su Changliu's bedroom all day long looked at Cui Zhu with a friendly face, and then they stared at Su Changliu's bedroom firmly.

That gaze really made Cui Zhu feel very uncomfortable.

Cui Zhu couldn't tell what was wrong with the complicated gaze, but he just felt that it made him uncomfortable.

Also, danger.

So, he made a plate of snacks for Mo Chisheng, and in the name of giving them some snacks, he walked into Mo Chisheng's bedroom and closed the door under the scorching eyes of several guards from the Wulin League.

Cui Zhu heard the slight movement of footsteps the moment he closed the door, and they stopped near the window sill.

Sure enough, it was under surveillance.

Cui Zhu didn't make a sound, but put the plate of snacks on the Eight Immortals table, sat down with his clothes up, dipped his fingertips in some tea, and wrote on the table - what happened?

Cui Zhu said in a deep voice: "Thank you Doctor Mo for treating the young master, Cui made some snacks on his own."

Mo Chisheng raised his eyebrows, smiled lightly and dipped his finger in the tea, picked up a piece of pastry with the other hand and brought it to his mouth: "The taste is not bad."

Mo Chisheng wrote——It's a long story, but remember, now, only Liu Jun is Qingyan's best friend, I'm just a strange doctor passing by, and Tang Su is the enemy of Sujiazhuang.

Cui Zhu nodded slightly, and said, "I was afraid that it would not suit Dr. Mo's taste."

Is the young master really sick again?Cui Zhu continued to write.

Mo Chisheng smiled and said, "I'm not particularly picky, I just prefer salty and sweet."

Fake, delaying time.Mo Chisheng wrote quickly.The Wulin League needs a little time to deal with some things if it wants to deal with Sujiazhuang.

"Cui will pay attention next time." Cui Zhu nodded slightly.

Mo Chisheng smiled, and jokingly said: "The chefs in Sujiazhuang are really extraordinary. You don't realize it at first taste, but it's really special to taste it carefully."

Qingyan told me about your identity, I know you are capable, but don't act rashly.

Cui Zhu was taken aback for a moment, then pursed his lips and nodded slightly.

Mo Chisheng wrote again——

If the imperial court hears about the private possession of a general who was bestowed to death, the whole family of the Su family will be executed at least, and even the nine clans will be executed at worst.

Cui Zhu looked at the line written by Mo Chisheng, and felt his throat tighten, dry and uncomfortable, as if someone had forcefully stuffed a handful of sand into his throat.

After a while, Cui Zhu nodded slowly and solemnly when Mo Chisheng finished eating a plate of small things. Mo Chisheng smiled, raised his hand and poured a pot of tea on the table, and smiled again. A cup of tea was splashed on Cui Zhu's face, and he said coldly, "The dim sum is good, but the tea is not suitable, so ask someone to exchange it for me."

Cui Zhu was bewildered by Mo Chisheng's sudden action, and couldn't recover for a long time, so he said in a dull voice: "Yes." Then he put away his things in silence and walked out.

Opening the door, several guards looked at him with sympathetic eyes. After Cui Zhu closed the door, one of them carefully stuffed a handkerchief into his hand, and said in a low voice, "Brother, That Mo Chisheng has a very weird temper, you are doing well, don't be so depressed, hurry up and clean yourself."

Cui Zhu was startled slightly, thanked him, and left in a hurry.

After returning to the small kitchen, he also saw two people from the Wulin League staying nearby. Cui Zhu didn't care too much, but went back to his own room quietly, washed the tea off his face, and stared at the water in the copper basin. I looked at my face.

Oh, it's a very stinky expression, like someone digging their own family grave.

Mo Chisheng poured him tea, probably to confuse the people outside and make them think that his expression didn't look so strange.

Cui Zhu laughed at himself, sitting on the bed in a daze.

Seeing that the person I put on the tip of my heart is now in a dangerous situation and may die in Huangquan at any time, but he can't move, he can't do anything.

His actions will only bring more danger to that person.

Cui Zhu lay slumped on the bed, covering his eyes with one hand, a few rays of sunlight came in through the window and passed through his fingers, as if trying to wake him up.

Cui Zhu's lips moved slightly, and he said two words silently with a wry smile.

waste.

More than three hours had passed since noon, and it was approaching dusk. Su Changliu sat on the main seat in the Linzhu Hall, with the white jade flute quietly hanging on his waist, and looked indifferently at a group of people from the Wulin League.

In the center of the Linzhu Hall was a man kneeling, who was tied into a rice dumpling by five flowers, and was beggingly looking at Su Changliu.

The man looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, his facial features were three points similar to Su Changliu's. At this moment, a cloth ball was stuffed in his mouth, sobbing and unable to speak.

Su Changliu's eyes were still as calm and beautiful as the lake on the plateau, but in the depths there was faint anger.

Bai Qi has already checked carefully, and confirmed that this person is not Su Linmo, the second young master of the Su family, and explained it to the members of the Martial Arts League in detail, saying euphemistically——

This person is not from the Su family at all, what's the matter with the Su family?

The members of the Martial Arts League insisted that this person must be the second young master of the Su family. Besides the Su family, who would have such ability?

As soon as the cloth ball was removed from his mouth, the man cried and yelled, saying, Brother, you can't deny me!I am unintentional!Brother, I don't want to die!

Then Bai Qi stuffed his mouth again and continued to explain nicely to Wulinmeng.

Repeated cycle until now, deadlocked.

In the end, the first elder couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted angrily: "Master Su is so eager to deny his brother's relationship, is it because he is afraid of interfering with himself, or is this matter related to Master Su?!"

"This elder, don't want to spout blood!" Bai Qi was so angry that his brows stood on end when he heard this, swallowed the curse words, and shouted back angrily, "Young master acted aboveboard! How have you ever done such a dirty thing! What's more, there is something in the Wulin League that is worthy of our young master's hands!"

At the beginning, the elder didn't take Bai Qi seriously at all, he just regarded Bai Qi as an ordinary maid beside Su Changliu. When he was suddenly shouted at like this, he was startled at first, and then became furious, and actually quarreled with Bai Qi like this up.

"Enough." Su Changliu said coldly, although the voice was not loud, it still stopped the quarrel between the two.

"Leader," Su Changliu stared into Luo Diheng's eyes, and paused every word, "This person is not my second brother, and everything has nothing to do with Sujiazhuang. Regarding this person, Sujiazhuang will not ask if he wants to be killed or cut to pieces. "

Luo Diheng didn't respond, but just looked at Su Changliu, pursed his lips slightly, and said coldly: "Master Su, the deal is done, it's better to plead guilty."

"Sujiazhuang is not guilty, why should Su plead guilty?" Su Changliu said coldly, his usual smile had long since disappeared, although he still looked seriously ill, he exuded an inviolable sternness.

"Leader, it's useless to talk too much," Elder Baibeard stepped forward, looked at Su Changliu and said with a sneer, "Sujiazhuang committed heinous crimes, controlling people's hearts, killing heroes, and intending to disturb the martial arts. The crime should be eliminated!"

"The Martial Arts League insists on accusing the Su family village, so it's no wonder that Su doesn't care about the favor of his ancestors." Su Changliu said coldly, the jade flute fell into the palm of his hand, his lips covered the hole of the flute, and a long flute sound full of internal strength swayed, It was transmitted to Mo Chisheng's ears not far away.

Then, under the watchful eye of a group of guards, Mo Chisheng blew a sharp whistle, and the giant eagle came in response to the sound. Mo Chisheng jumped up from the ground and landed on the back of the giant eagle. His wide sleeves swayed down a vast mist of medicine. , circling around the Su Mansion, before most of the guards had time to see Mo Chisheng's whereabouts clearly, they felt dizzy, tasted fishy and sweet, and fell limp to the ground.

They were all the people who drank the soup Cui Zhu sent.

There was medicine in the soup, what Mo Chisheng sprinkled was just medicine.

If the Wulin League stopped in time, the medicine in the soup would not do any harm at all.

Bai Qi pulled out the soft whip from his waist, and waved a gust of wind, as fast as lightning, to protect Su Changliu tightly behind him.

Su Changliu pressed his fingers on the body of the flute, and a long tune gurgled out, which made the internal energy of the Wulin League members circulate stagnantly, and relieved Bai Qi's pressure.

Compared with the qin, the power of the flute is much lower, and there are many restrictions, and only this song can be used for the time being.

But, it can't last too long.