Chaotic Times and Disasters: I Hunt Down Martial Arts Masters and Become a God

Chen Jingde boarded the carriage, and the smile vanished the moment the curtain was drawn.

He leaned against the carriage wall, let out a long breath, and couldn't help but shiver.

"I didn't expect the old guy to arrive so quickly. Luckily, I was quick-witted..."

He reached up and touched his neck.

He slapped Fu Qing several times in the cell, causing Fu Qing to vomit blood. Now he was glad he hadn't killed him.

If he really beat Fu Qing to death in the prison, that old madman Tuoba Gui could raze the Liang State Duke's mansion to the ground tomorrow.

He lifted the carriage curtain

"Back to the manor..."

"Yes, my lord..."

After thinking for a moment, he added,

"Have the steward select some valuable jewelry and tonics from the treasury and send them to the Shengjing General's Mansion, saying they are a gift to calm the General's wife's nerves. Also, select a few pretty maids and send them over, saying that I saw that his mansion was short-handed, so I specially trained them and sent them over."

Chen Jingde lowered the carriage curtain, quite satisfied with his arrangements.

"It's just the death of a son, what's the big deal... I have plenty of sons. If that Fu guy isn't satisfied, I can just pick a few more for him to beat to death, as long as I don't mess with this plague god..."

...

Fu Qing rode his horse along Zhuque Street, secretly pondering the matter.

He recalled the smile that instantly spread across the old face of the Duke of Liang upon hearing Tuoba Gui's name, and the pained expression on his face when he said, "That little beast has been bullying and monopolizing the market, committing numerous evils..."

Thinking of the emperor's meaningful gaze in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, he couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"The old man changed his tune so quickly, it's obvious he's afraid of Tuoba, or rather, afraid of the Feng family army behind Tuoba. I never expected that in the end it would be the connections left by our ancestors that helped me out. It seems I don't need to move."

He spurred his horse and galloped towards the Shengjing General's Mansion.

We need to eat something good tonight and celebrate properly.

...

In the Shengjing General's Mansion, Song Yawei sat on the threshold sewing a small garment, her fingers pausing from time to time as she looked up at the courtyard gate.

Song Nini paced back and forth in the yard, walking from under the jujube tree to the well, and then back from the well to the jujube tree, clutching Fu Mingxuan's small blanket in her hand.

Tuoba Gui sat on the grand chair in the front hall, a long, unsheathed sword lying across his knees, his eyes closed as if he were dozing.

But every time he heard the sound of horses' hooves in the alley, his ears would twitch slightly.

The Leo was lying at the gate of the courtyard, its vertical pupils glowing with a faint green light in the night, its tail slowly sweeping back and forth on the ground.

Fu Mingxuan was asleep on the back of the Leo, her little face still wet with tears.

Fu Mingdao sat by the stone table, his eyelids drooping, but each time they were about to close, he would shake his head forcefully to stay awake.

The moment the courtyard gate was pushed open, Song Yawei abruptly stopped her needlework.

She looked up and saw Fu Qing standing at the door, still wearing that official robe, the bandage on his chest faintly visible. He was standing, having walked back on his own, with a slight smile on his lips.

She placed the needlework on her lap, lightly pressed her fingers against the garment, and stood up.

"I'm back."

Song Nini stopped in her tracks, stood by the well, staring blankly at Fu Qing. Then she threw the blanket on the stone table, ran over in three quick steps, and plunged into Fu Qing's arms, making him groan.

"Be gentle, be gentle, it's not fully healed yet."

Fu Qing gasped, his hands already wrapped around her waist.

"Brother-in-law!"

Song Nini lifted her head from his embrace, her eyes red-rimmed.

"You've been gone for so long! From evening until now! Brother-in-law, has the Emperor given you any trouble? Has the Duke of Liang beaten you again?"

"No, the emperor didn't make things difficult for me, and the Duke of Liang didn't beat me again. Not only did he not beat me, he also held my hand and said that Chen Yulang died well. He also said that he had wanted to kill that little beast for a long time, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. He was extremely grateful that I killed him for him."

"How is that possible!"

Song Nini's eyes widened. "Did you get slapped and damage your brain?"

"Because I mentioned General Tuoba's name..."

Fu Qing chuckled and looked down at her.

"The old man wasn't afraid of me, but of Tuoba, and the Feng family army in the north. When I mentioned General Tuoba's name, his face changed immediately, and he was eager to become sworn brothers with me. The emperor also tried to smooth things over, and that was the end of it."

He squeezed her hand. "Don't worry, the Duke of Liang's mansion won't cause us any more trouble."

Song Nini released him with some doubt, took two steps back, looked him up and down to make sure he had no new injuries, and then punched him on the shoulder.

Fu Mingxuan was awakened by Song Nini's crying. She slid off the Leo's back, rubbing her eyes, and saw Fu Qing standing in the yard. Her lips trembled, and she ran over to hug his leg.

"Father! Why are you only coming back now! I've been sleeping for a while! I dreamt that you were beaten and vomited blood again!"

Fu Qing bent down and picked up his daughter. The little girl hugged his neck and wouldn't let go, rubbing her face against his and getting his face covered in drool.

"Father wasn't beaten. Smell him, does he smell blood?"

Fu Mingxuan carefully leaned close to his chest and sniffed, then shook her head. "No! It only smells like Aunt Suwen's medicine!"

Fu Mingdao walked over and looked up at him without saying a word.

Fu Qing put her daughter down, squatted down, and looked into her son's eyes. "Then why aren't you asleep? No."

Fu Mingdao pursed his lips. "I'm the man of the house. With Dad gone, I have to take care of Mom and Aunt."

Fu Qing was taken aback, then laughed heartily, "That rascal is very sensible!"

Tuoba Gui walked out of the front hall and stood under the corridor, smiling and nodding.

"That's a statement with integrity!"

He walked over and looked at Fu Qing. "I am relieved to see the general back. Let the lady and children rest first. We can discuss anything else tomorrow."

Fu Qing smiled and nodded, "Alright, I also have many questions for the old general."

The Leo strolled slowly over from the courtyard gate, rubbed against Fu Qing's leg, and really did look like a big dog.

...

Tuoba Gui stayed overnight at the Shengjing General's Mansion.

Fu Qing asked Song Yawei to prepare a guest room for him, change the bedding, and have Leo bring two jars of old wine from An Sheng and place them on his bedside table.

Tuoba Gui didn't stand on ceremony. He broke the mud seal, tilted his head back, and poured half a jar down his throat. He then lay down on the bed and fell fast asleep, his snoring so loud it made the window paper tremble.

The next morning, Fu Mingxuan peeked through the crack in the door of the guest room with her little hands.

Fu Mingdao stood behind her and tugged at her sleeve.

"Don't disturb Grandpa Tuoba's sleep. Mother said he came from a very far place and traveled for a very, very long time."

Before he could finish speaking, the door opened from the inside.

Tuoba Gui looked down at the two little ones who weren't even as tall as his waist, grinned, bent down, picked up Fu Mingxuan, and carried her on his shoulder. "Little girl, where's your dad?"

"Daddy's in the dining room! Mommy made so many dishes!"

Fu Mingxuan wasn't afraid at all being carried on his shoulders; instead, she giggled and tugged at his beard with her little hands.

"Grandpa Tuoba, your beard is so long! Longer than a Leo's mane!"

"Haha! Grandpa's beard isn't as easy to pull as that big dog's fur!"

Tuoba Gui carried her and strode toward the dining room, with Fu Mingdao following behind at a jog.

In the dining room, Song Yawei and Song Nini prepared a breakfast.

The table was covered with dishes and bowls. Song Yawei cooked a pot of millet porridge, made some scallion pancakes, and sliced ​​a plate of braised beef.

Song Nini cooked two side dishes and then took out a steamer of freshly steamed buns from the kitchen, placing them steaming hot in the center of the table.

Leo was lying at the entrance of the dining room, with a large bowl of meat in front of him, and was eating heartily. The bowl was originally used by Song Yawei to wash clothes. It was big and deep, but now it was used as a food bowl for Leo.

Fu Qing sat at the table, holding a bowl of millet porridge. Seeing Tuoba Gui carry his daughter in, she put down the bowl and invited him to sit down and eat.

"General, it's time to eat."

Tuoba Gui put Fu Mingxuan down from his shoulder. The little girl ran to Fu Qing's side, climbed onto the chair, picked up a steamed bun, took a bite, and her cheeks bulged out like a little hamster.

Fu Mingdao sat quietly next to his sister, picked up his chopsticks and put a piece of braised beef on her plate.

Tuoba Gui sat down opposite Fu Qing without any ceremony, picked up a scallion pancake, rolled it up with braised beef, and began to chew it heartily.

"The Second Madam's cooking skills are far superior to those of the cooks in the Northern Army. The pancakes made by those cooks in the North are so hard they could be used as shields."

"Ha ha..."

Fu Qing smiled, poured Tuoba Gui a cup of tea, and suddenly spoke as he put down the teapot.

"General Tuoba, Feng Changyang... how did our ancestor get poisoned?"