I drank a lot of milk to calm down the shock. The whole family was waiting for me to rescue them.

Wen Yue slowly opened his eyes and looked at the azure bed curtains without regaining consciousness for a long time.

"woke up?"

He turned around and saw Su Junyao sitting there leisurely sipping tea, and beside him there was Chirping who was kicking his legs hard in a small car.

[Hey, my third uncle asked someone to buy me a new toy! 】

The carved wood-grained stool was a bit hard, and even though it was novel, Jiujiu found it uncomfortable.

【Daddy hugs me! 】

Su Junyao pretended not to hear her voice, and hugging her now would affect his image more.

"Jiujiu, don't move around. Dad has business to attend to."

Su Junyao's main business was to interrogate Wen Yue. The interrogation method proposed by Su Wenqi was too cruel, and he rejected it flatly.

"Should I call you Wenyue or Chunhua?"

Wen Yue, who took off his women's clothing, still looked a bit delicate and frail compared to ordinary men. It's no wonder that no one noticed that he had been disguised as a woman for so many years.

"On New Year's Eve, did you deliberately provoke the old lady to waste time and let us bump into you and get scolded?"

Now Wen Yue no longer concealed anything. He nodded and admitted, "I know Madam is kind-hearted and has already rescued me at this time. I usually can't contact Madam in Zhuyuan, so I can only take advantage of this moment to accept Madam's kindness." , things will seem logical in the future.”

Su Junyao agreed.

If a little maid from Zhuyuan came to the door to reveal the news for no reason, they were afraid that they would think it was a fraud, but it seemed reasonable for the little maid who was kind to her to come to the door to reveal the news.

"why?"

"Why?" Wen Yue's eyes were boiling with overwhelming hatred. He clenched his fists and smashed them on the bed board, "Hahaha! Why? Of course it's because Wen and Zheng Xiulan killed twelve members of my family. Kou, I want to use your hands to avenge them!"

Su Junyao also took a breath when he heard Wen Yue say that twelve members of his family were killed.

If this is true, then they are so brave!

"Why did they kill your whole family?"

"At first, I didn't know how my parents, who worked diligently in the Zheng family, were killed overnight. But four years ago, I found a clue. Following the clue, I came to the capital and entered the Hou Mansion to work. But Zheng Xiulan went crazy when she saw my face, which looked very much like my father."

"So I know that this matter must have something to do with her!"

Wen Yue looked at Su Junyao and waited for him to continue asking questions. He was so confused thinking about the past that he had no clue to continue talking. He choked up and didn't know how to describe it.

Su Junyao tapped his fingers on the table a few times, and the dull tapping sound was like his current mood.

After listening to the tweet, the little secret was puzzled why they remained silent.

The author of this novel world is so lazy, why can’t he write so many details clearly? The main character and heroine are the ones who enjoy the story, but they make her very sad!

[Didn’t dad come to interrogate him? Ask, start from the beginning! 】

[Bring the Jiujiu milk over, I’ll drink it and listen to it! 】

Su Junyao: "..."

"Just start from the beginning."

[My milk hasn’t been served yet! ] No one responded to the tweet, and Wen Yue's thoughts were drawn back to the nightmare thirteen years ago...

Thirteen years ago, Wen Yue's parents both worked in Zheng Xiulan's family. They are distant relatives of the Wen family and work in the family of the former number one scholar. I have been with Wen for about seven or eight years.

Wen Yue clearly remembered that his father's face was very solemn during that time, and he and his mother sat together in a daze.

But life at home is getting better and better, but his father will come back with a strange smell every once in a while.

At that time, Zheng Xiulan had already married and had a child. Suddenly one day her father came back from Qiao Mansion with a look of relief.

"Little Wen is dead, and our family is finally free."

Wen Yue didn't understand why his father was so happy when his master died, but who paid them?

This doubt did not bother him for long before the whole family moved to a strange place.

In the second month after moving, Wen Yue was already playing with the surrounding children. At that time, he was only five or six years old, and he was at a playful age.

When he came home late one day, what awaited him was the tragic news that twelve members of his family had died! And the person who died for him was his cousin who came to stay at home!

"Do you know how scared I was when I came home and saw my parents dead in silence?"

Wen Yue trembled all over. That scene was a piece of bad news that would linger in this life. "I noticed that there were people in the house and immediately hid them in the cupboard. They counted twelve corpses in the house, took away all the belongings and pretended to be a mountain." It was the work of bandits. After that, I sold myself into a nearby bandit den and stayed there for five or six years before I learned that they never came down the mountain at all."

After many twists and turns, Wen Yue finally accidentally learned from a resident near his former home that the children of that family had seen a woman enter his home. They hid the incident for fear of getting into trouble.

Wen Yue gave the old gambler's father a large sum of money and finally asked about the woman's characteristics.

"White dress, jasper hairpin, likes to wipe tears with a handkerchief. Prince, does this description sound familiar to you?"

She is dressed in white and has a hosta, and she likes to pretend to wipe her tears. Apart from Zheng Xiulan, she can't think of anyone else.

She is completely dressed in white. Unless there is a death in the family, few people would dress like this. I don’t know where Zheng Xiulan came from. She has been saying since she was a child that if she wants to look pretty and filial, wearing white clothes looks unlucky.

I am afraid that Zheng Xiulan is the only one who has walked around the market with such ostentation in the Great Zhou Dynasty!

After "Xiao Wenshi" passed away, Zheng Xiulan's husband was gone within two years. Su Junyao remembered that his mother asked him to go to Jingzhou to pick up Zheng Xiulan's mother and son who had been kicked out by her husband's family. He now feels that there may be something fishy about the death of the second young master of the Qiao family!

"Then you followed him all the way to the capital and entered the Marquis' Mansion to confront Zheng Xiulan?"

Wen Yue had a pale face and nodded heavily: "I can't contact them, so I can only go to the Marquis's Mansion to make plans. The boss of the bandit den knew that I wanted to go to Beijing for revenge and forged my identity for me. Even this made Zheng Xiulan restless. . She was so frightened by my face that she spilled the beans and I realized it was her who had done it."

Twelve lives were impossible to achieve given the power of the Qiao family at that time. The only one who can cover the sky with one hand is Marquis Wenyang, so he sneaked in again to collect evidence and wipe out the entire Marquis Wenyang Mansion.

Su Junyao sneered, "I didn't expect you to be so ambitious. You actually wanted to send our whole family in. Why, you didn't do it because you couldn't find any evidence?"

Wen Yue blushed and was too ashamed to look into Su Junyao's eyes. His voice was as low as a mosquito's cry: "The people in the Hou Mansion are different from what I thought. Old Lord Hou is loyal and loyal. I have not found any evidence against you."

On the contrary, the old lady Wenshi often murmured to Zheng Xiulan about something they were plotting. He had met little Wenshi before and felt that they were sisters and knew that he had overheard their conversation a few days ago.

"I heard Qiao Muyang say that the current old lady is Xiao Wen, and your mother has been killed by them!"

Wen Yue felt guilty, glanced at Su Junyao and immediately lowered his head, "My father was the one who helped guard your mother's body back then."

"boom!"

Su Junyao kicked over the stool, stepped forward, grabbed Wen Yue's collar and half dragged him up, "Say it again! Whose body is guarding?!"