Chapter 756
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A man in his early twenties looked at Wei Ting strangely: "What's the matter?"
Wei Ting looked him up and down.
The height is wrong, the body shape is wrong, and there is no callus from sword training in the tiger's mouth on his right hand.
He is not the same person as last night.
"My parrot flew into your yard, may I go in and look for it?" Wei Ting said politely.
"Parrot?"
The man looked back at the yard, but he didn't seem to find any trace of a bird, but seeing that Wei Ting was dignified, he didn't look like a villain, so he let Wei Ting in.
"Look for it."
Wei Ting stepped inside.
The five tigers flew over very cooperatively, passed by Wei Ting, and went into the main room.
The man was surprised: "Is that blue bird just now your parrot?"
Wei Ting said: "Yes, it is used to being naughty and always running around."
The man suggested: "It must be locked in a bird cage."
Wei Ting said: "Yes, this time when we go back, we must find a bird cage to lock it up."
The man looked at Wei Ting in astonishment: "Have you never closed it?"
Wei Ting stepped into the main room: "It is quite obedient on weekdays, but for some reason today, maybe it smelled something delicious. Do you live alone in your house?"
The man didn't notice Wei Ting's routine: "We are a family of four, my parents and my sister went shopping."
Wei Ting came to the backyard, judging from the clothes hanging on the clothesline, it was consistent with what the man said.
Soon, the five tigers flew down and took out a white handkerchief from the corner of the wall.
The man snorted, "Whose handkerchief is this? Why did it fall into my yard?"
Wei Ting picked up the square handkerchief, and there was a faint, imperceptible fragrance on it.
It seemed that the man was still aware of it last night, wiped the sword and the spices left on his body with a handkerchief, and threw them into the courtyard of this family.
What a crafty fellow!
-
In a gazebo to the east of the capital, Wei Qing sat quietly in a wheelchair, and the killer stood beside him with a serious expression on his face.
He turned his back to the direction of the steps, looking at the endless mountains.
A man in white went up the steps and came to the gazebo.
"You looking for me?"
He said.
The killer gave him a wary look.
Wei Qing didn't turn the wheelchair, still looking in the direction of the mountains, said with a hint of coldness, "Why did you assassinate my father?"
The man in white was questioned, but he didn't show any guilt: "He is no longer your father, but a murderous puppet in the hands of the saint."
Wei Qing turned the wheelchair around by pushing the wheels, and said with a single word: "He's not a puppet!"
The man in white met his sharp gaze and never dodged or evaded:
"Really? It's been a while since you rescued him. Does he still recognize you? Can he still remember who he is? Can he not be tortured by madness? Do you often attack you? The bloodthirsty instinct has been engraved into you. There is no cure in his bones! Even if he still has a sliver of reason, he will get more and more out of control, and eventually become a downright murderous maniac."
Wei Qing clenched the armrest of the wheelchair: "He will get better...he remembers Xiyue when he is awake...remembers Xiaoqi when he is sleepwalking...this is what is carved into his bones."
The man in white said lightly: "Believe it or not, he will kill everyone one day."
Wei Qing looked at him coolly: "I won't make a conclusion for something that didn't happen, I just know that he is my father, and I won't allow anyone to hurt him."
"It didn't happen...heh."
The man in white left a mocking sneer, turned and left.
Wei Qing looked at his back and said coldly: "Next time, you and I will be sworn enemies!"
The footsteps of the man in white paused, and he left without hesitation.
"Sir." The killer looked at Wei Qing, "Do you want to call the black armored guard?"
Calling the Black Armored Guards means killing people.
Looking at the figure gradually disappearing at the foot of the mountain, Wei Qing made a difficult decision: "Call!"
...
Su Xiaoxiao and Meiji took Cheng Sang out of the gate of Cheng's house.
Since Cheng Sang went crazy, he never went out again.
Although the Cheng family is also very big, it will become a prison after another 30 years.
Cheng Sang sat on the carriage and opened the windows on both sides, looking at this side and that side for a while.
Like a bird that finally flew out of its cage.
She couldn't hide the excitement in her eyes.
"Look, Weiwei!"
"Look, little bird spirit!"
Mei Ji rolled her eyes charmingly: "What kind of bird spirit, you might as well call me a vixen."
The street was very lively, and there were many new gadgets that Cheng Sang had never seen before.
At first, she just leaned on the car window to watch, and after a while, half of her body leaned out.
Seeing this, Su Xiaoxiao simply asked the coachman to stop the carriage.
She and Meiji took Cheng Sang down for a walk.
Looking at the crowded streets, rows of shops, and dazzling stalls, Cheng Sang uttered the longest exclamation ever: "Wow!"
Su Xiaoxiao smiled: "Mother, is there anything you want to eat, buy, or play with?"
Cheng Sang rubbed her hands: "I want to eat! I want to buy! I want to play!"
Su Xiaoxiao: "..."
It was almost time for lunch, and Cheng Sang didn't eat much for breakfast, and beating up the saintess had consumed a lot of energy, and his stomach was already growling with hunger.
"What would mother like to eat first?" Su Xiaoxiao asked.
"I want to eat that." Cheng Sang pointed to a small stall at the entrance of the alley.
There is a shop selling sponge cakes with red bean paste, lotus seed paste and candied dates. Next to it is a shop selling rice dumplings with various flavors.
In Dazhou, only zongzi are eaten around the Dragon Boat Festival, and there are no stalls selling zongzi on weekdays.
"I want to eat zongzi too." Mei Ji said.
The three went to sit down.
Su Xiaoxiao ordered a plate of sponge cakes of three flavors each, and two zongzi, Cheng Sang likes sweet zongzi, Meiji likes meat zongzi.
The sponge cake tasted very good.
Soft and dense, the fillings of bean paste and lotus seed paste are very delicate, warm, sweet but not greasy.
Cheng Sang didn't eat enough, so she chose the taste by herself.
She pointed to them one by one: "I want this and this and this and this and this and this!"
Seeing that she was as happy as a child, Mei Ji couldn't help sighing: "I don't know how many days are left of such a day."
Su Xiaoxiao understood what she was referring to, it's rare that she didn't avoid this topic.
She put the peeled zongzi into Cheng Sang's bowl: "It would be great if her granddaughter is really alive."
The three left after eating and drinking.
On the other table, the woman who had always turned her back to the three stood up slowly.
She is none other than the saint's confidant, Minister Lu.
Lu Changshi never expected that he would break through the shocking secret just by eating a muffin.
She went to Cheng's house without saying a word.
"Are you sure you heard right?"
The Holy Maiden asked her, sitting behind a veil.
Ambassador Lu said: "My subordinates are sure that she admitted that she is not Cheng Sang's real granddaughter! Cheng Sang's real granddaughter is dead! She is an imposter!"
The saint said: "Zhengchou couldn't find a chance to cure that girl, she was really sleepy and came to give me a pillow. Lue!"
"Miss."
A clever little maid stepped forward.
The saint said: "Go and inform my father and ask him to call all the clan elders to the house. I have something important to announce."
"yes!"
Chief Lu asked: "Will everyone believe your words? Those clan elders all follow Cheng Sang's lead."
The saint said lightly: "I used to suspect that she might be real. If it was found out, I would prove her identity for her, and it would be even worse to drive her out of the house. Now that she has admitted it herself, why don't I?" Dare to test it?"
Ambassador Lu: "Are you planning to—"
The saint said solemnly: "Please Gu, only blood relatives can fuse, otherwise you will be poisoned and die!"
This time, she will not miss again.
It's the end of the month, everyone clears up the votes, there are still 23 hours left for the double, after which the upper limit will be restored and you will not be able to vote.
(end of this chapter)
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A man in his early twenties looked at Wei Ting strangely: "What's the matter?"
Wei Ting looked him up and down.
The height is wrong, the body shape is wrong, and there is no callus from sword training in the tiger's mouth on his right hand.
He is not the same person as last night.
"My parrot flew into your yard, may I go in and look for it?" Wei Ting said politely.
"Parrot?"
The man looked back at the yard, but he didn't seem to find any trace of a bird, but seeing that Wei Ting was dignified, he didn't look like a villain, so he let Wei Ting in.
"Look for it."
Wei Ting stepped inside.
The five tigers flew over very cooperatively, passed by Wei Ting, and went into the main room.
The man was surprised: "Is that blue bird just now your parrot?"
Wei Ting said: "Yes, it is used to being naughty and always running around."
The man suggested: "It must be locked in a bird cage."
Wei Ting said: "Yes, this time when we go back, we must find a bird cage to lock it up."
The man looked at Wei Ting in astonishment: "Have you never closed it?"
Wei Ting stepped into the main room: "It is quite obedient on weekdays, but for some reason today, maybe it smelled something delicious. Do you live alone in your house?"
The man didn't notice Wei Ting's routine: "We are a family of four, my parents and my sister went shopping."
Wei Ting came to the backyard, judging from the clothes hanging on the clothesline, it was consistent with what the man said.
Soon, the five tigers flew down and took out a white handkerchief from the corner of the wall.
The man snorted, "Whose handkerchief is this? Why did it fall into my yard?"
Wei Ting picked up the square handkerchief, and there was a faint, imperceptible fragrance on it.
It seemed that the man was still aware of it last night, wiped the sword and the spices left on his body with a handkerchief, and threw them into the courtyard of this family.
What a crafty fellow!
-
In a gazebo to the east of the capital, Wei Qing sat quietly in a wheelchair, and the killer stood beside him with a serious expression on his face.
He turned his back to the direction of the steps, looking at the endless mountains.
A man in white went up the steps and came to the gazebo.
"You looking for me?"
He said.
The killer gave him a wary look.
Wei Qing didn't turn the wheelchair, still looking in the direction of the mountains, said with a hint of coldness, "Why did you assassinate my father?"
The man in white was questioned, but he didn't show any guilt: "He is no longer your father, but a murderous puppet in the hands of the saint."
Wei Qing turned the wheelchair around by pushing the wheels, and said with a single word: "He's not a puppet!"
The man in white met his sharp gaze and never dodged or evaded:
"Really? It's been a while since you rescued him. Does he still recognize you? Can he still remember who he is? Can he not be tortured by madness? Do you often attack you? The bloodthirsty instinct has been engraved into you. There is no cure in his bones! Even if he still has a sliver of reason, he will get more and more out of control, and eventually become a downright murderous maniac."
Wei Qing clenched the armrest of the wheelchair: "He will get better...he remembers Xiyue when he is awake...remembers Xiaoqi when he is sleepwalking...this is what is carved into his bones."
The man in white said lightly: "Believe it or not, he will kill everyone one day."
Wei Qing looked at him coolly: "I won't make a conclusion for something that didn't happen, I just know that he is my father, and I won't allow anyone to hurt him."
"It didn't happen...heh."
The man in white left a mocking sneer, turned and left.
Wei Qing looked at his back and said coldly: "Next time, you and I will be sworn enemies!"
The footsteps of the man in white paused, and he left without hesitation.
"Sir." The killer looked at Wei Qing, "Do you want to call the black armored guard?"
Calling the Black Armored Guards means killing people.
Looking at the figure gradually disappearing at the foot of the mountain, Wei Qing made a difficult decision: "Call!"
...
Su Xiaoxiao and Meiji took Cheng Sang out of the gate of Cheng's house.
Since Cheng Sang went crazy, he never went out again.
Although the Cheng family is also very big, it will become a prison after another 30 years.
Cheng Sang sat on the carriage and opened the windows on both sides, looking at this side and that side for a while.
Like a bird that finally flew out of its cage.
She couldn't hide the excitement in her eyes.
"Look, Weiwei!"
"Look, little bird spirit!"
Mei Ji rolled her eyes charmingly: "What kind of bird spirit, you might as well call me a vixen."
The street was very lively, and there were many new gadgets that Cheng Sang had never seen before.
At first, she just leaned on the car window to watch, and after a while, half of her body leaned out.
Seeing this, Su Xiaoxiao simply asked the coachman to stop the carriage.
She and Meiji took Cheng Sang down for a walk.
Looking at the crowded streets, rows of shops, and dazzling stalls, Cheng Sang uttered the longest exclamation ever: "Wow!"
Su Xiaoxiao smiled: "Mother, is there anything you want to eat, buy, or play with?"
Cheng Sang rubbed her hands: "I want to eat! I want to buy! I want to play!"
Su Xiaoxiao: "..."
It was almost time for lunch, and Cheng Sang didn't eat much for breakfast, and beating up the saintess had consumed a lot of energy, and his stomach was already growling with hunger.
"What would mother like to eat first?" Su Xiaoxiao asked.
"I want to eat that." Cheng Sang pointed to a small stall at the entrance of the alley.
There is a shop selling sponge cakes with red bean paste, lotus seed paste and candied dates. Next to it is a shop selling rice dumplings with various flavors.
In Dazhou, only zongzi are eaten around the Dragon Boat Festival, and there are no stalls selling zongzi on weekdays.
"I want to eat zongzi too." Mei Ji said.
The three went to sit down.
Su Xiaoxiao ordered a plate of sponge cakes of three flavors each, and two zongzi, Cheng Sang likes sweet zongzi, Meiji likes meat zongzi.
The sponge cake tasted very good.
Soft and dense, the fillings of bean paste and lotus seed paste are very delicate, warm, sweet but not greasy.
Cheng Sang didn't eat enough, so she chose the taste by herself.
She pointed to them one by one: "I want this and this and this and this and this and this!"
Seeing that she was as happy as a child, Mei Ji couldn't help sighing: "I don't know how many days are left of such a day."
Su Xiaoxiao understood what she was referring to, it's rare that she didn't avoid this topic.
She put the peeled zongzi into Cheng Sang's bowl: "It would be great if her granddaughter is really alive."
The three left after eating and drinking.
On the other table, the woman who had always turned her back to the three stood up slowly.
She is none other than the saint's confidant, Minister Lu.
Lu Changshi never expected that he would break through the shocking secret just by eating a muffin.
She went to Cheng's house without saying a word.
"Are you sure you heard right?"
The Holy Maiden asked her, sitting behind a veil.
Ambassador Lu said: "My subordinates are sure that she admitted that she is not Cheng Sang's real granddaughter! Cheng Sang's real granddaughter is dead! She is an imposter!"
The saint said: "Zhengchou couldn't find a chance to cure that girl, she was really sleepy and came to give me a pillow. Lue!"
"Miss."
A clever little maid stepped forward.
The saint said: "Go and inform my father and ask him to call all the clan elders to the house. I have something important to announce."
"yes!"
Chief Lu asked: "Will everyone believe your words? Those clan elders all follow Cheng Sang's lead."
The saint said lightly: "I used to suspect that she might be real. If it was found out, I would prove her identity for her, and it would be even worse to drive her out of the house. Now that she has admitted it herself, why don't I?" Dare to test it?"
Ambassador Lu: "Are you planning to—"
The saint said solemnly: "Please Gu, only blood relatives can fuse, otherwise you will be poisoned and die!"
This time, she will not miss again.
It's the end of the month, everyone clears up the votes, there are still 23 hours left for the double, after which the upper limit will be restored and you will not be able to vote.
(end of this chapter)
A man in his early twenties looked at Wei Ting strangely: "What's the matter?" Wei Ting looked him up and down. The height is wrong, the body shape is wrong, and there is no callus from sword training in the tiger's mouth on his right hand. He is not the same person as last night. "My parrot flew into your yard, may I go in and look for it?" Wei Ting said politely. "Parrot?" The man looked back at the yard, but he didn't seem to find any trace of a bird, but seeing that Wei Ting was dignified, he didn't look like a villain, so he let Wei Ting in. "Look for it." Wei Ting stepped inside. The five tigers flew over very cooperatively, passed by Wei Ting, and went into the main room. The man was surprised: "Is that blue bird just now your parrot?" Wei Ting said: "Yes, it is used to being naughty and always running around." The man suggested: "It must be locked in a bird cage." Wei Ting said: "Yes, this time when we go back, we must find a bird cage to lock it up." The man looked at Wei Ting in astonishment: "Have you never closed it?" Wei Ting stepped into the main room: "It is quite obedient on weekdays, but for some reason today, maybe it smelled something delicious. Do you live alone in your house?" The man didn't notice Wei Ting's routine: "We are a family of four, my parents and my sister went shopping." Wei Ting came to the backyard, judging from the clothes hanging on the clothesline, it was consistent with what the man said. Soon, the five tigers flew down and took out a white handkerchief from the corner of the wall. The man snorted, "Whose handkerchief is this? Why did it fall into my yard?" Wei Ting picked up the square handkerchief, and there was a faint, imperceptible fragrance on it. It seemed that the man was still aware of it last night, wiped the sword and the spices left on his body with a handkerchief, and threw them into the courtyard of this family. What a crafty fellow! - In a gazebo to the east of the capital, Wei Qing sat quietly in a wheelchair, and the killer stood beside him with a serious expression on his face. He turned his back to the direction of the steps, looking at the endless mountains. A man in white went up the steps and came to the gazebo. "You looking for me?" He said. The killer gave him a wary look. Wei Qing didn't turn the wheelchair, still looking in the direction of the mountains, said with a hint of coldness, "Why did you assassinate my father?" The man in white was questioned, but he didn't show any guilt: "He is no longer your father, but a murderous puppet in the hands of the saint." Wei Qing turned the wheelchair around by pushing the wheels, and said with a single word: "He's not a puppet!" The man in white met his sharp gaze and never dodged or evaded: "Really? It's been a while since you rescued him. Does he still recognize you? Can he still remember who he is? Can he not be tortured by madness? Do you often attack you? The bloodthirsty instinct has been engraved into you. There is no cure in his bones! Even if he still has a sliver of reason, he will get more and more out of control, and eventually become a downright murderous maniac." Wei Qing clenched the armrest of the wheelchair: "He will get better...he remembers Xiyue when he is awake...remembers Xiaoqi when he is sleepwalking...this is what is carved into his bones." The man in white said lightly: "Believe it or not, he will kill everyone one day." Wei Qing looked at him coolly: "I won't make a conclusion for something that didn't happen, I just know that he is my father, and I won't allow anyone to hurt him." "It didn't happen...heh." The man in white left a mocking sneer, turned and left. Wei Qing looked at his back and said coldly: "Next time, you and I will be sworn enemies!" The footsteps of the man in white paused, and he left without hesitation. "Sir." The killer looked at Wei Qing, "Do you want to call the black armored guard?" Calling the Black Armored Guards means killing people. Looking at the figure gradually disappearing at the foot of the mountain, Wei Qing made a difficult decision: "Call!" ... Su Xiaoxiao and Meiji took Cheng Sang out of the gate of Cheng's house. Since Cheng Sang went crazy, he never went out again. Although the Cheng family is also very big, it will become a prison after another 30 years. Cheng Sang sat on the carriage and opened the windows on both sides, looking at this side and that side for a while. Like a bird that finally flew out of its cage. She couldn't hide the excitement in her eyes. "Look, Weiwei!" "Look, little bird spirit!" Mei Ji rolled her eyes charmingly: "What kind of bird spirit, you might as well call me a vixen." The street was very lively, and there were many new gadgets that Cheng Sang had never seen before. At first, she just leaned on the car window to watch, and after a while, half of her body leaned out. Seeing this, Su Xiaoxiao simply asked the coachman to stop the carriage. She and Meiji took Cheng Sang down for a walk. Looking at the crowded streets, rows of shops, and dazzling stalls, Cheng Sang uttered the longest exclamation ever: "Wow!" Su Xiaoxiao smiled: "Mother, is there anything you want to eat, buy, or play with?" Cheng Sang rubbed her hands: "I want to eat! I want to buy! I want to play!" Su Xiaoxiao: "..." It was almost time for lunch, and Cheng Sang didn't eat much for breakfast, and beating up the saintess had consumed a lot of energy, and his stomach was already growling with hunger. "What would mother like to eat first?" Su Xiaoxiao asked. "I want to eat that." Cheng Sang pointed to a small stall at the entrance of the alley. There is a shop selling sponge cakes with red bean paste, lotus seed paste and candied dates. Next to it is a shop selling rice dumplings with various flavors. In Dazhou, only zongzi are eaten around the Dragon Boat Festival, and there are no stalls selling zongzi on weekdays. "I want to eat zongzi too." Mei Ji said. The three went to sit down. Su Xiaoxiao ordered a plate of sponge cakes of three flavors each, and two zongzi, Cheng Sang likes sweet zongzi, Meiji likes meat zongzi. The sponge cake tasted very good. Soft and dense, the fillings of bean paste and lotus seed paste are very delicate, warm, sweet but not greasy. Cheng Sang didn't eat enough, so she chose the taste by herself. She pointed to them one by one: "I want this and this and this and this and this and this!" Seeing that she was as happy as a child, Mei Ji couldn't help sighing: "I don't know how many days are left of such a day." Su Xiaoxiao understood what she was referring to, it's rare that she didn't avoid this topic. She put the peeled zongzi into Cheng Sang's bowl: "It would be great if her granddaughter is really alive." The three left after eating and drinking. On the other table, the woman who had always turned her back to the three stood up slowly. She is none other than the saint's confidant, Minister Lu. Lu Changshi never expected that he would break through the shocking secret just by eating a muffin. She went to Cheng's house without saying a word. "Are you sure you heard right?" The Holy Maiden asked her, sitting behind a veil. Ambassador Lu said: "My subordinates are sure that she admitted that she is not Cheng Sang's real granddaughter! Cheng Sang's real granddaughter is dead! She is an imposter!" The saint said: "Zhengchou couldn't find a chance to cure that girl, she was really sleepy and came to give me a pillow. Lue!" "Miss." A clever little maid stepped forward. The saint said: "Go and inform my father and ask him to call all the clan elders to the house. I have something important to announce." "yes!" Chief Lu asked: "Will everyone believe your words? Those clan elders all follow Cheng Sang's lead." The saint said lightly: "I used to suspect that she might be real. If it was found out, I would prove her identity for her, and it would be even worse to drive her out of the house. Now that she has admitted it herself, why don't I?" Dare to test it?" Ambassador Lu: "Are you planning to" The saint said solemnly: "Please Gu, only blood relatives can fuse, otherwise you will be poisoned and die!" This time, she will not miss again. It's the end of the month, everyone clears up the votes, there are still 23 hours left for the double, after which the upper limit will be restored and you will not be able to vote. end of this chapter
