fairy family

Chapter 22: The Fu Family's Plan
In the ancestral hall, Yu Que stared at his cousin Fu Yun intently, as if he had just met her.

The tribesmen all took a deep breath and said, "Oh my goodness! Where does this girl get such temper from?"

"At such a young age, he's actually so cruel."

It was the clan leader Fu Jin, who was also staring blankly at the little girl Fu Yun.

"If we are not from the same family, shouldn't we live together?" The clan leader muttered to himself, "Why are the children of the Yu family so vicious the younger they are?"

The man glanced at Yu Que again, a few drops of cold sweat seeped out of his forehead, and a trace of regret arose in his heart.

Amidst the various noisy voices in the ancestral hall, the loudest were two concerned exclamations: "Yun'er! Yuan'er!"

Yu Que's uncle and aunt both looked nervous. After standing there in a daze for a moment, they rushed towards their two daughters in a hurry.

The two of them were like a rooster and a hen, spreading their wings to cover their two daughters, and looking around nervously to prevent any tribesmen from pouncing on them and hurting the two girls.

However, their actions were obviously excessive.

Not to mention that the little beast died, the tribesmen at the scene not only did not feel sorry, but wanted to applaud. At this moment, Yu Que was also standing in the ancestral hall, and the bloody smell was strong all over his body. Few tribesmen dared to jump out and take risks.

Seeing that the tribesmen were just talking and had no ill intentions, the nervous expressions of my uncle and aunt eased a lot. They now had time to take a closer look at the body lying on the ground.

When she saw the little beast's purple, dead face, fear showed on her face.

She subconsciously wanted to cover her two daughters' eyes, so that Fu Yun and Fu Yuan wouldn't see it. After she stretched out her hand, she thought of something else, so she just held Fu Yun's hand tightly and only covered little Fu Yuan's eyes.

But at this moment, the uncle next to him, whose face turned pale, saw it, and he suddenly stretched out his hand and knocked the aunt's hand away from Xiao Fuyuan's eyes.

I only heard my uncle whisper, "Look, look, look a few more times."

Yu Que was a few steps away when he heard his always honest uncle say this. He couldn't help but smile.

Yu Que looked over in the direction of the sound, and just in time, Fu Yun also looked up and met his gaze.

So he stopped standing there and walked over, stood with the three of them, and rubbed his sister Fu Yun's head.

He whispered, "Girl, you have helped the family a lot."

Hearing Yu Que's affirmative words, Fu Yun's face turned a little red, and he showed a shy smile for a moment and lowered his head.

Just overnight.

Kidnapping and murder had occurred in the Fu clan one after another, and the two were related to each other. Even though the clan leader and others were present and dealt with the situation in a timely manner, the ancestral hall was still noisy for the entire night before the Fu clan members completely dispersed.

Among them, Yu Que beat and killed Fu Shiqi because the two had an old grudge. And according to the confession of the flower-patting woman and the testimonies of some children in the tribe, it was indeed Fu Shiqi's son who took little Fu Yuan out of the tribe with evil intentions.

Therefore, Yu Que used the excuse of "the son's debt should be paid by the father" to brutally beat and kill the other party. Although his method was a bit confusing, the other party was dead after all, and Yu Que was a well-known talent in the clan who could study in the county, so that was how it happened.

As for the fact that Fu Yun secretly sent the little beast away, because the girl was indeed not old enough to be beheaded, and the incident happened suddenly and in full view of everyone, there was no suspicion of instigation from others, it was purely her own action.

So after some discussion, the elders in the clan simply ordered the uncle and aunt to discipline the child strictly, suspended Fu Yun's studies, and let the child stay at home more to raise him and relieve his mood.

As for the cause of death of the little beast, the clan used the excuse of death from illness to perfunctorily deal with it. Because of the nod of Fu Shiqi's widow, even the government office would not send anyone to deal with this matter.

In this way, all the Yu Que family members left the ancestral hall and returned safely to their homes.

However, although the whole family was safe and sound, as soon as Yu Que returned home, his face suddenly turned pale, and he looked extremely exhausted and exhausted.

Moreover, his eyes changed, becoming quite gloomy, no longer having the defiant and calm look he had in the ancestral hall.

His uncle and aunt noticed his expression, and they also knew how much pressure Yu Que had been under that night.

The aunt quickly took her two daughters back to the room to comfort them, while the uncle stayed behind to appease Yu Que.

However, facing Yu Que, whose body was still covered in blood, the uncle, who had always been kind to others, was hesitant to speak and didn't know what to say at all.

Finally, my uncle rubbed his hands and said carefully:

"You've been busy today, haven't you? You've worked so hard, Que'er. Do you want to change your clothes first? I'll go boil some water for you to take a bath."

Yu Que was thinking when he suddenly came to his senses. Looking at his uncle who was very reserved in front of him, a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

However, he immediately understood the reason behind his uncle's caring, almost alienated behavior.

He grinned and said bluntly, "Why are you so tired? I'm just starving. How about Brother Yu Le go and make a bowl of noodles or something to eat?"

Hearing the words "Brother Yu Le", the uncle was stunned for a moment, then immediately laughed and scolded: "You stinky boy!"

But the uncle was obviously relieved, showing a relieved expression. He waved his hand at Yu Que and shouted:

"Then you better get out of here and go back to your room and wait."

"Okay."

Yu Que lazily bowed to the other party, and then returned to his house as he said. It was warm at home.

After eating a bowl of hot egg noodles and taking a hot bath, Yu Que lay down on the bed.

Although his mind was still very confused at this moment, his heart was not as heavy.

Yu Que just felt a wave of sleepiness coming over him, and he was too lazy to care about it anymore, so he just went to sleep. As for other doubts, he would wait until he woke up to deal with them.

........................

at the same time.

In the Fu clan, deep in the ancestral hall.

After seeing off his clan members one after another, clan leader Fu Jin frowned and did not return to his room. Instead, he turned around and walked into the underground palace of the ancestral hall.

As soon as you enter the underground palace, you will be hit by a cold and chilly breath, and the sound of ghosts howling or muttering can be heard.

Suddenly, an old voice came from a sarcophagus in the center of the underground palace:

"It's so noisy up there today, but have you managed to handle this trivial matter?"

When clan leader Fu Jin heard the voice, he quickened his pace and walked to the sarcophagus in the center of the underground palace. He greeted and said, "Dad, you are awake again."

It turned out that the person lying in this stone coffin was the previous patriarch of the Fu clan.

But as far as Yu Que knew, the old patriarch had been seriously injured and half-dead in that riot caused by demons and evil spirits. He had become a living dead and was completely unable to manage affairs. After the tribesmen welcomed his body back, they seemed to have held a funeral.

It turns out that this person is not dead yet and has been lying under the ancestral hall?
Facing his biological father's questioning, clan leader Fu Jin hesitated. He instantly changed from a middle-aged scholar to a schoolboy who failed an exam, and avoided the question.

A cold snort sounded in the underground palace, and the old patriarch in the sarcophagus scolded:

"You can't even handle such a small matter! Have you been living like a dog all these years? Do you really need me to teach you step by step?"

The patriarch Fu Jin, who was always dignified in front of outsiders, had a shameless face at this moment, and did not intend to refute at all: "Father is teaching you that Jin'er has always been your son."

The old patriarch in the sarcophagus continued to curse:
"Ling'er is your son. If you can't even help him get a place in the county school, then our Fu family will be finished. They are all a bunch of good-for-nothings!"

After being scolded for a long time, clan leader Fu Jin finally couldn't hold it in anymore and whispered:
"Dad, although Ling'er is quite talented, you and I both know what he is really like. There are other talented people in our clan, so how can you say that if he can't enter the county school, our family is doomed?"

After a pause, clan leader Fu Jin added, "I think Yu Que is a good kid. Although he is from a different family, he is also a descendant of our Fu family. Wouldn't it be enough to just change his family name?"

The old patriarch in the sarcophagus was silent for a while, then he cursed again: "Idiot!"

He shouted sternly, "I have explained it to you before! When Ling'er was born, I saw it with my own eyes. There were strange signs when she was born. How could I lie to you?

You have to know that our family is just a straw man clan. Although our ancestors have tried every means to marry some poor people for more than ten generations, they have never been able to produce a spiritual bloodline. Ling'er is the biggest possibility!

You must remember to let him pass the county school entrance exam and build the ancestral temple. This is related to the family's great cause and there must be no mistakes. If this is not accomplished, I will die with regrets!"

Hearing this reprimand, clan leader Fu Jin's expression changed, but he still cupped his hands and said in a muffled voice:
"Yes, father is right."

Seeing his son's agreement, the voice in the sarcophagus softened a lot, and stopped scolding him blindly. Instead, he said in an old voice:
"The world is in decline, and only by building a temple can one practice cultivation and know the difference between a living being and a spirit. But the power to build a temple is 90% controlled by the court. Alas, it is because I am stupid that none of the clan has saved enough money to build a temple, so it is hard for you to help him take the exam."

The old patriarch paused and said:
"As for what you said about that boy from another family being quite talented and having a good chance of getting into the county school? If that's the case, it won't matter if he delays for a year.

But we should not be too disappointed with such a young man. Your plan today should not have exposed you, right? "

Chieftain Fu Jin nodded, "No. Except for the little bastard that Fu Shiqi raised, the flower-shooing woman has never seen me. The little bastard is dead now, and there is no evidence."

"Very good, very good. In this case, you should be kind to that foreigner... Since he was the one who killed the flower-snatching woman, you can give him the ghost in her body. After all, it's just a worthless piece of shit that he can sell for some money.

In this way, the clan will not only help him but also show him kindness, which should be enough. When he and Ling'er go to the county school together in the future, the brothers will get along well and can help each other."

"Okay, what father said is absolutely right." Clan leader Fu Jin bowed, indicating that he understood.

"Let's do it this way. Remember, you must ensure that Ling'er can pass the minor examination at the beginning of the year and enter the county school to have a temple opened and become a deity! Step back."

Seeing that his father's voice was tired and he had already sent the guests away, clan leader Fu Jin turned around silently and walked out of the underground palace.

Wait until you are completely out of the underground palace and the stone door is closed properly.

This person's face showed a look of doubt and uneasiness: "What is the situation with my father? Why do I feel that his aura has become stronger and he has regained the aura of an eighth-grade ghost god..."

According to Fu Jin's memory, his father must have been completely devastated and had only one breath left, so he had to fake his death and abdicate, and hastily passed the position of patriarch to him.

However, standing in the ancestral hall, Fu Jin looked at the densely packed tablets on the wall, and he no longer thought about it, but just sighed softly:
"Forget it, no matter what, my father is still alive, and he is always a part of the family's heritage. Ling'er is also my son, and it's not shameful for me to work hard for my son."

After he finished speaking, he left the ancestral hall that had always made him feel extremely stressed.

This man walked towards where the flower-beating old woman was, intending to tell the tribesmen not to report to the authorities to claim the reward, as he would deal with the flower-beating old woman himself.

(End of this chapter)