blue shirt oath

Chapter 266: The Head of the Du Mansion

The snow on the Qingshi path was not completely cleared, Du Qi ran fast, stumbled and fell several somersaults, and finally arrived at Du's mansion.

In front of the gate of Du's mansion, weeds are overgrown, birds are singing, and few people go there.

Du Qi just came here a few days ago, and at this time, he didn't care about paying tribute to him, knocked open the door, turned around and closed it gently.

Not long after, the door opened again, a head emerged from the inside, looked left and right, and hurried away with a black cloth bag.

In the distance, a man and a woman came slowly from the other side.

Qiao Ce looked at the chirping birds and two clear footprints on the snow at the gate of Du Mansion, raised his eyebrows and said, "Master, someone came here just now."

"Well, that's strange, Du Qingshan is still in the Kou Mansion, who would come here..."

"Go in and have a look."

"No, there's no rush, he just left." Wu Hongzhu raised her hand to stop Qiao Ce, and pointed in the direction, "Guardian Qiao, hurry up and arrest him! I'll wait for you right here."

Qiao Ce looked at Wu Hongzhu who was wearing thin clothes, frowned, nodded and said, "Your subordinate will be back soon."

The voice has not yet fallen, and there is no one.

After a while, Qiao Ce twisted Du Qi and came to Wu Hongzhu: "Master, the person who came to Du's residence just now is this brat."

Du Qi struggled hard in his hand: "Let me go!"

"Oh, what a coincidence, Xiao Qi, what are you doing in such a hurry in this desolate old house? Hey, what is it in your hand? Let my sister have a look."

"Nothing to do with you."

"Oh, the less you show me, the more curious I become."

Wu Hongzhu played with her fingers leisurely, with a smile on her face, she winked at Qiao Ce.

Qiao Ce understood, and snatched the black cloth bag from Du Qi's hand.

"Wait!"

Seeing that Qiao Ce was about to open the cloth bag, Du Qi raised his hand to stop him, looked at Wu Hongzhu provocatively, and sneered, "Before opening this cloth bag, can Sister Wu answer Ah Qi's question first?"

"Oh? Just ask. I've listened. If you want to answer, you can answer."

He only listened to Du Qi's words, and gritted his teeth: "It's been a long time, my lord, how are you?"

Wu Hongzhu was puzzled: "What do you mean?"

Dad passed away a few years ago, even though Du Qi was young, it is impossible for him not to know about it.

Asking such a question today really confuses Wu Hongzhu.

Du Qi pretended to suddenly realize:

"Oh, I remembered, my uncle passed away a few years ago, and my brother went to Chang'an with his father to worship. If that's the case, then look, don't be intimidated."

"You brat, just say what you want to say, why beat around the bush."

When mentioning her father, Wu Hongzhu became a little angry and lost her patience. She stopped playing around with Du Qi and ordered Qiao Ce to open the cloth bag.

However, the moment the cloth bag was lifted, Wu Hongzhu fell to her knees in disbelief.

"This, how, how is it possible? What's going on here?"

Du Qi said coldly at the side: "Yes, what's going on? The head of the head of the Zhenyuan Escort Bureau, who should have died a few years ago, unexpectedly appeared here."

"Impossible! This, it can't be my father!"

With two lines of tears on Wu Hongzhu's cheeks, she looked at Du Qi suddenly, her eyes were sharp, and she viciously pinched Du Qi and lifted her into the air with a hoarse voice.

"Say! What is going on?!"

Seeing this, Qiao Ce stepped forward anxiously: "Master!"

Du Qi knew that Wu Hongzhu was strong in martial arts, but he didn't expect her to be so strong, holding herself up in the air with one hand, and interrogating herself as if she was about to eat her.

However, he no longer had the heart to observe Wu Hongzhu's grief.

He opened his mouth wide, had difficulty breathing, his brain was dizzy, and his throat made a loud noise.

Like a drowning person, struggling desperately, desperately trying to breathe, but can only feel the suffocation in his throat in despair.

The snow in the distance was all white, and Du Qi thought of the fire two years ago, of his mother feeding him medicine tenderly, of his brother driving a horse and taking him hunting outside the city.
Wu Qianxing is dead, and the murderer who killed his parents is dead.

Good!

　I set up a flag of 7 days of explosive updates, so I have to hurry up and save the manuscript tomorrow (*▽*), cover my face, if I had known in the past month, I would not waste time, and I would code well.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)