Chapter 83
"Young General Ling is in such a hurry to go back, is he afraid of showing his feet?" Feng Qingyao said coolly to the back of the group.Let them go back like this. In the future, they will say that the child caught a cold because of falling into the water, and died of a serious illness without any evidence.

Hearing this, Ling Wu Chengting stopped in his tracks.

His cold and hard eyes almost burst into flames, "Brother Feng, is Ling Ai deceiving too much?"

"Qingyao, don't be rude." Feng Xiang admonished, with a tone that was neither painful nor itchy, but one couldn't feel any strength.

"Yes, Qingyao would like to follow her father's teachings." She turned around with a well-behaved body, and smiled very gently at Ling Wucheng, "In terms of seniority, Qingyao really should call the major general uncle."

"I can't bear it!" Ling Wucheng interrupted coldly, he only felt that the bright smile on his face was particularly dazzling.

Feng Qingyao didn't mind either, "The major general said that your son is studying and practicing martial arts at home, so I don't know what kind of weapons your son is practicing?"

"Bow and Arrow!"

"Which hand hold the bow?"

"Of course it's the left hand!"

"Okay." Feng Qingyao stepped forward, took Zhen Er's hands, and showed them to everyone, "Look, if it is true as Major General Ling said, Zhen Er holds a bow in his left hand and an arrow in his right hand, the cocoon should grow on the The left hand is right. On the contrary, Zhen Er's right hand is covered with calluses, while the left hand has very few calluses, which means that he is not holding an arrow in his left hand—"

"My memory was wrong. Zhen Er is left-handed, and she is used to using her right hand when bowing and arching." Ling Wucheng changed her words.

"Young General Ling, you have practiced martial arts since childhood, and you know more about archery than Qing Yao." Feng Qingyao let go of Zhen Er's hand and continued: "Since Zhen Er is a descendant of the Ling family, naturally he also has a martial artist to guide him. Will he use his right hand? Besides, can the calluses produced by the hand that shoots the arrow and the hand that chops wood be the same?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Ling Yuyuan was afraid that she would implicate herself if she continued talking, so she interrupted her loudly, "Zhen Er is the young master of the Ling family, how can he chop firewood?"

"If I'm not wrong, Zhen Er's biological father works in the kitchen of the Ling Mansion, right?" Feng Qingyao was sure, "Zhen Er is sensible, so he helped his father with some work within his ability, and the cocoon on his hand was a substitute for his father. left over from chopping wood."

"Nonsense!" Ling Wucheng scolded angrily.

"Whether it's nonsense, you'll know once you test it." A sneer appeared on Jue Leng's clean and beautiful face, "Zhen'er is young and weak. When chopping wood, she has to work harder than adults to hold the axe. Therefore, the callus on the tiger's mouth It will be more serious."

Lan Hua heard the words and stepped forward, pulled Zhen Er's left hand to look at it again and again, and exclaimed to everyone behind her face: "Sure enough, Miss is right!"

"This, it's because Zhen Er is naughty, and she usually likes—" Ling Wucheng forcefully defended, but was interrupted by Feng Qingyao, "The major general wants to say, Zhen Er is free, does she like chopping firewood?"

"This—" Ling Wu was speechless.

"It seems that my virtuous brother should take good care of your son." Feng Xiang glanced at Ling Wucheng, and said indifferently: "Since my virtuous brother is in a hurry to return to the mansion, I will not force you to stay. Chen Fu, see off!"

Chen Fu is the housekeeper of Feng Mansion, he immediately walked out of the crowd when he heard the order, and bowed respectfully to Ling Wucheng, "Mr. Ling, please."

"Hmph!" Ling Wucheng hummed a single note, and flung his sleeves away.

"Master, Yuyuan didn't mean to wrong her sister, it's just that her nephew fell into the water suddenly, Yuyuan is impatient, and I hope the master will understand." After the group left, Ling Yuyuan knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

Feng looks at the Xiang family.

"Family matters, it's up to the master." The Xiang family said with commitment.

"Listen to the slander, slander your family, and punish you to contemplate behind closed doors for three months, and you are not allowed to go out without the permission of the official!" After Feng Xiang finished speaking, he turned and left.

Ling Yuyuan's body softened, and she slumped on the ground.

Feng Qingyao didn't even look at her, she stepped forward to help her mother up, "Mother was frightened, Qingyao will take you back to your room."

She couldn't tell if what happened today was true or not.Ling Wucheng was sure to have a seven-year-old son named Ling Zhen, but he had been sickly and frail since birth and had been raised in the mansion.Seeing the child's sallow complexion and trembling non-stop, she became suspicious.

After sending her mother back to her room, she found Hua Banli, "Run to Ling Mansion for me, and rescue the child."

If the framing fails, there is no guarantee that Ling Wucheng will not become angry and vent his anger on the child.

(End of this chapter)

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