Fortune tellers give eggs, the stepmother is a Taoist boss

Chapter 115 The Truth Is False
Seeing that the Jie Mu in Jiang Fuyuan's hand was about to be pushed into its belly again, the horse let out a wail in its belly and gave in by using its front paws to pull in the direction of Marquis Qingyang's room.

Ding Zhaoliu was puzzled: "What is it doing? Want to run away?"

Lest Jiang Fuyuan also misunderstood, the horse's belly shook like a rattle.

Zhong Lianfeng looked at the room in the direction of its paws and guessed: "It seems to want to go into the house."

"How can this be done!" Ding Zhaoliu looked stern and objected immediately, "What if it wants to harm my father again?"

Jiang Fuyuan stood up, lowered his eyes and said calmly: "The human soul is easy to get lost without an owner, so let it come out in front of Qingyang Marquis' body and then spit it out."

She reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword and pulled it out from the ground. The speed of pulling out the sword was not too fast. This time, the horse's belly clearly felt the sharp blade cutting through the flesh of its hind legs, causing a heart-wrenching sensation. Pain.

It wanted to cry, but didn't dare. In the end, it suppressed its already distorted ugly face even more difficult to look at.

Jiang Fuyuan wiped the sword blade on its belly in disgust, wiping the blood on its fur, and then handed the sword in his sleeve back to Zhong Lianfeng.

She coaxed in a low voice: "I'll make do with it for now, and I'll buy you a new one tomorrow."

The tone was like that of a husband coaxing his daughter-in-law to use old jewelry for the time being.

Zhong Lianfeng hummed and moved his eyes to Ding Zhaoliu, who was looking dumbfounded: "The new one should have a phoenix pattern."

Jiang Fuyuan agreed: "Okay, bring the phoenix pattern and let the craftsmen carve a big one for you."

Ding Zhaoliu, who was inexplicably shown off:...

With Jiang Fuyuan, the evil god, of course, Ma Fu didn't dare to think too much. He dragged his injured leg and limped into the back room of Nuanyun Pavilion with the three of them.

Arriving in front of Qingyang Hou's bed, it lay on the ground, its throat and abdomen surging continuously. After a lot of effort, it opened its mouth wide and spit out a misty circle of light.

Under the gaze of the three people, the aperture slowly expanded, and finally a human figure appeared, exactly like the naked Marquis Qingyang.

The human soul was unconscious. After standing there blankly for a while, it instinctively walked towards its body.

Ding Zhaoliu watched his father's human soul slowly walk to the bedside, turn over on the bed and squirm to the position of the body. Finally, he slowly lay down, overlapped with the physical body and disappeared.

He was in a daze: "Is this the return of the soul?"

Jiang Fuyuan nodded: "Your father's three souls and seven souls are complete, but the human soul has been separated from the body for a long time. I don't know if there will be any sequelae."

As soon as she finished speaking, Marquis Qingyang on the bed suddenly took a deep breath and sat up suddenly.

"Where am I?" His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, the result of not speaking normally for a long time.

Qingyang Hou himself also felt the dryness of his throat. He turned his head and saw the water glass beside the bed. He picked it up and drank it in one gulp, regardless of whether it was hot or cold.

The cold water alleviated his thirst a little and also refreshed his mind.

He looked up at the three people beside the bed, two unfamiliar faces, and the remaining one he was familiar with was his son Ding Zhaoliu.

"Zhao Liu! Hurry! Let someone capture that bitch Qu Niao Niao! She wants to harm me!" Qingyang Hou leaned forward and grabbed Ding Zhaoliu's wrist, and then he saw Ding Zhaoliu crawling on the ground behind him The horse's belly.

"Ahhhhhh-" he screamed, subconsciously pulling Ding Zhaoliu in front of him, "there's a monster-"

Ding Zhaoliu thought he was frightened and quickly comforted him: "It's okay, the monster has been subdued by us."

Afraid that he wouldn't believe it, Ding Zhaoliu pointed to the bloody hind legs of the horse: "Here, look."

Qingyang Hou looked at his fingers in fear, only to find that the belly of the horse on the ground was indeed injured, and it seemed that it had no offensive power.

He breathed a sigh of relief, then raised his heart again and said angrily: "Where is that bitch Qu Niao Niao?"

Ding Zhaoliu replied truthfully: "In Wanyuan, my mother is interrogating her." Qingyang Hou frowned and ordered: "Take me to Wanyuan quickly, I will take care of her myself!"

Ding Zhaoliu tried to comfort him again, wanting his father to rest more first and send Qu Niao Niao directly to see the official after daybreak. However, when Qingyang Hou heard what he said, he became furious and insisted on going to Wan Niao now. garden.

In desperation, the three of them could only carry Qingyang Hou on Ding Zhaoliu's back, while Zhong Lianfeng and Jiang Fuyuan drove the horse's belly, and together they returned to Wanyuan.

At Yinshi, there were unusually several strong servants guarding the gate of Wanyuan, as well as two petite maids. Ding Zhaoliu recognized them from a distance, and they were Qingluo and Qingluo, the eldest maids beside his mother. Soft.

The memory of Ding Zhaoliu's figure was engraved in the bones of the two maids, and they recognized one of them as him before they could see his face clearly.

Qingluo said from a distance: "Why are you here again, young master? Madam is resting. Please go back to your yard."

"Why don't you rest?" There was a sharp shout, and Qingluo immediately recognized the voice of Marquis Qingyang.

She quickly exchanged glances with Furou, and then Furou turned around to go in to report, while she stepped forward to stop them.

As soon as the two of them started to move, the almost furious voice of Marquis Qingyang came through the air: "Whoever dares to take a step will be dealt with according to the family rules!"

The wealth and life of a domestic slave are in the hands of the master. If he hears the rules of the family, he will probably be beaten to death.

Qingluo and Furou immediately did not dare to move anymore, and several servants guarding the gate also stood there and became decorations.

Although Ding Zhaoliu had doubts, he still followed his father's instructions and continued walking into Wanyuan. There was no obstacle blocking the way, and the four of them walked smoothly and soon arrived at the door of Yi Jiaoyan's house.

Ding Zhaoliu slowed down when he arrived at the door, with obvious hesitation and confusion on his face. Just when he was about to ask his father why he had to disturb his mother at this time, a low female voice came from the west wing.

"...You should leave now, you can't stay here..."

It was Yi Jiaoyan's voice.

Another female voice sobbed and replied: "Sister, how are you going to explain..."

It was actually the sound of music.

Qingyang Hou's face changed color, and he gritted his teeth and shouted: "Two bitches! You two conspired to kill me!"

The west wing suddenly fell into dead silence.

Qingyang Hou forcefully patted Ding Zhaoliu on the shoulder: "Go over! Go and see how your good mother murdered her husband!"

Ding Zhaoliu suddenly jumped from the loving relationship between his father and mother to the life-and-death fight between husband and wife. Ding Zhaoliu was stunned. He stood there stupidly and couldn't make any reaction.

"Let's go!" Marquis Qingyang slapped him again, the sound of the short slap was crisp and loud, and it hurt to hear it.

"Don't touch him!" Yi Jiaoyan's voice sounded again, and with it came the candlelight in the west wing, "If you have anything, come to me!"

The door to the west wing was pushed open from the inside, and Yi Jiaoyan stood in the middle with a backlight, her face dim and unclear, and behind her was Qu Nau Nau holding a bundle.

"Coming for you? You two bitches who plotted to kill your husband!" Qingyang Hou's teeth were chattering. He pushed away his son's hand and struggled towards the west wing step by step. He pointed with trembling fingers. Looking at the two of them, "I will make you pay with blood!"

"Ha." Yi Jiaoyan sneered, and slowly moved to the side, leaving half of the door open. "Blood debt must be paid with blood? Come on, let us see who is demanding blood debt."

Seeing Ding Zhaoliu still standing there, Yi Jiaoyan's expression suddenly softened, and she waved in a warm voice: "Zhao Liu, come here."

This gentle call revealed Ding Zhaoliu's sadness. Tears rolled in his eyes and his throat choked with sobs: "Mom, why...why did you and Aunt Qu harm dad..."

Yi Jiaoyan shook her head: "Zhao Liu, what you see may not be the truth."

She closed her eyes: "What we saw is not true."

(End of this chapter)