Fortune tellers give eggs, the stepmother is a Taoist boss

Chapter 113 Playing
As soon as the three of them entered the house, the light of the candle dispelled the darkness. It was Ding Zhaoliu who lit the candle in the house.

Yi Jiaoyan hurried forward, put the silver gun on the table, and inspected her son's body with both hands.

"Teru Liu, are you okay? Are you injured anywhere?"

Ding Zhaoliu shook his head, and instead spread his right hand for the three of them to look at: "I touched this in the corner."

In the palm of his hand was a bunch of black and yellow hair, and the fishy smell hit his nostrils.

It's the weird one just now.

After the four of them exchanged silent glances, they simultaneously turned to look at Aunt Qu, who was still sitting slumped at the door.

Her face was paler than the paper, her hands were clasped in her collar, and her whole body was trembling slightly.

Yi Jiaoyan walked up to her in two steps and said condescendingly with a stern face: "Qu Niao Niao, do you have anything to say?"

Aunt Qu opened her mouth several times, but finally lowered her head and remained silent.

Yi Jiaoyan's face was as cold as ice: "Come here! Take her to Wanyuan. I want to interrogate this rip-off!"
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Wanyuan.

Countless candles and the refraction of luminous pearls illuminate the east wing as bright as day.

Aunt Qu was sitting on the ground with her body crooked and her hair was messy and her face was haggard. She was as panic-stricken as a prisoner awaiting trial.

Yi Jiaoyan sat on the chair with an indifferent expression and said in a cold voice: "Qu Niao Niao, the Marquis treats you well, why do you want to raise monsters to harm the Marquis?"

Aunt Qu raised her head tremblingly and whispered: "Sister, I...ah!"

"Don't call me sister!" Yi Jiaoyan suddenly raised her head, the sharp silver gun clanged out a ray of cold light, and the tip of the gun plunged into the half-meter-long crack in the flat stone next to Aunt Qu.

The head of the gun was one third of the way in, and the barrel of the gun was buzzing and shaking, which showed that she had used a lot of force.

If this gun is really aimed at someone...

Suddenly, everything in the house was completely silent, and no one dared to speak.

Yi Jiaoyan snorted coldly: "It seems that you still remember this gun. When the Marquis wanted to marry you, you came in and knelt down to me. This is how I blocked you from my garden. It was me who scared you. You should hate it." It’s me too, why did you go after the Marquis!”

Aunt Qu had tears rolling in her eyes, but she didn't dare to let them fall. She just covered her mouth in panic and shook her head.

Ding Zhaoliu, who was standing behind Yi Jiaoyan, had never seen his mother so angry. Even though he was used to the severe punishment in Dali Temple, his scalp felt numb when he saw his mother who was glaring like a King Kong.

He couldn't help but put his hand on her shoulders and whispered: "Mom..."

This shout was like a ripple, breaking the solemn atmosphere in the room. Yi Jiaoyan softened her lower back, closed her eyes and calmed down a lot, then asked: "Did you raise that spirit?"

Aunt Qu nodded happily this time and said yes in a low voice.

Yi Jiaoyan: "Where did you get this thing? Where is the spirit now?"

Aunt Qu answered one by one: "A wandering Taoist priest sold it to me. I saw it was injured just now. I knew that the matter was exposed, so I let it go."

Hearing her answer, Jiang Fuyuan suddenly interrupted: "Do you know the horse's belly?"

Aunt Qu was stunned for a moment, then lowered her eyelids and shook her head: "I don't know."

Jiang Fuyuan's face was full of doubts: "Isn't it right? The driving spirit wants to form a contract with it. You don't even know its name. How can you feed and hurt people?"

Aunt Qu still shook her head: "I really don't know. I just feed it my blood every day as the Taoist said, and then it can be driven..."

Jiang Fuyuan wanted to ask again, but was interrupted by Yi Jiaoyan.

"Now that the real culprit behind the scenes has been caught, the next thing is the family affairs of our Hou Mansion. Mu Xiangu, General Zhong, you have worked hard tonight, why not let Zhaoliu take you two to a separate courtyard to rest."

When she brought up the word "household matters", Jiang Fuyuan really couldn't say anything else, so she and Zhong Liefeng cupped their hands and thanked her, and then followed Ding Zhaoliu out of Wanyuan.

The brightly lit Wanyuan gradually faded away behind them. When the three of them turned around and passed through several crescent gates, they couldn't see the light coming from Wanyuan at all.

After Jiang Fuyuan walked a few steps, he suddenly stopped: "Ding Shaoqing, do your parents have a bad relationship?"

"Ah?" Ding Zhaoliu didn't understand why she asked. He tilted his head and thought for a while before replying, "No, my parents are very loving in my memory." "Then why doesn't your mother care about your father at all?" Body?" Jiang Fuyuan asked about soul torture, "According to common sense, shouldn't your mother see if your father is awake at this time? Why is she so anxious to interrogate Aunt Qu, while your father doesn't even take a look?"

"If I remember correctly, there is no one in front of your father's bed right now, right?"

Yi Jiaoyan's behavior was more than just not caring about Qingyang Hou, she simply wanted him to die faster.

Her words made Ding Zhaoliu's expression change instantly: "No! Let's go to Nuanyun Pavilion quickly!"

When the three of them rushed to Nuanyun Pavilion, they found that the door and window of the room where Qingyang Marquis was sitting were wide open. The heat from the charcoal stove in the room was pushed out by the cold wind. The whole Nuanyun Pavilion was as ice as a cold cellar.

"father!"

Ding Zhaoliu shouted anxiously and rushed into the house. Fortunately, Qingyang Hou, who was covered in thick brocade quilt, was still lying there half-dead, with his beard and tail still covered with thick brocade quilt, but he was so cold that he was shivering involuntarily.

It seems that the spirit has not returned.

The three of them quickly closed the doors and windows and gathered heat into Nuanyun Pavilion again.

There was no one around Qingyang Marquis at this moment, and the three of them didn't dare to leave for a while, so they simply moved stools and sat in the back room, stretching out their hands to light the fire.

Ding Zhaoliu's heart was filled with waves, the earth was shaking, and the mountains were shaking, and all he could think of was the words "My father and mother, who are so incompatible with each other, have become estranged couples" in bold letters and in big letters.

But how?

His eyes were full of sorrow, his brows were furrowed, and without thinking for a moment he murmured what was in his heart: "Dad obviously often paints pictures for my mother, and it takes 18 years to paint them. How could they not be in love..."

Jiang Fuyuan raised her eyelids: "If someone draws a picture for you, maybe he loves you. If he draws three hundred pictures for you, it only means that he loves painting."

Ding Zhaoliu:......

He didn't want to discuss the secrets of his parents' house with others, so he changed the subject and said, "Mu Xiangu, did you just say that the spirit is called Ma Wei?"

Jiang Fuyuan nodded: "It has a human face and a tiger body, a voice like a baby, and small faces on its knees that can spit water. It is a horse's belly, but the horse's belly we saw at night is much smaller than the legendary one."

Not to mention the body of a tiger, the body bones are only a little bigger than a steamed bun, at best it is a big cat body.

Ding Zhaoliu snorted and asked, "Then can we still catch it?"

Jiang Fuyuan glanced at him and said, "You hit it."

Ding Zhaoliu was stunned and let out a sigh.

Jiang Fuyuan nodded: "That's easy to handle. These spirits are very vindictive and will definitely come to you again."

She raised her head and said firmly to Ding Zhaoliu: "There is bait, don't worry it won't come."

Ding Zhaoliu:......

No need to put it so directly!
He is just an ordinary person, he will be scared, right?

After a second thought, he argued: "Xiangu and General Zhong also beat it, why doesn't it go to you?"

Jiang Fuyuan laughed: "Can it beat us? It's just stupid, not ignorant of life and death."

Ding Zhaoliu:......

I have to admit that Jiang Fuyuan is right. After thinking about it, he is the weakest among the three.

Ding Zhaoliu, who recognized the reality, pursed his lips and said nervously: "Then do I need to do anything else?"

Jiang Fuyuan thought for a while: "Just stay alone in the cage, it will be easier for him to attack."

Ding Zhaoliu:......

　"The Classic of Mountains and Seas": On the mountain where the canals are spread, the Yishui comes out, and flows eastward into Luo.There is a beast, its name is Horse Belly, it looks like a human with a tiger body, its voice is like a baby, it is a cannibal.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)