Wangfu little dumb wife

Chapter 744 Can Young Master Take Me Away? (1 more)
Seeing that Father Wen's reaction was wrong, Wen Shun asked, "Father, do you know brother Wuming?"

Father Wen came back to his senses and murmured: "He is very much like the son of an old friend of mine."

"Really? Then why are you still standing there, I'm going to chase him back for you."

Wen Shun started to run, but Father Wen grabbed his arm, "Don't go."

"Don't you know him?" Wen Shun said, "Please invite him back to stay for a few more days. By the way, who is his father? Is he in our county?"

Father Wen replied: "I haven't seen you for many years, and I should not be in Pingjiang County anymore. The child must have something important to do, so let's go!"

When he said that, Meek didn't think much about it.

Father Wen was absent-minded that day, so he closed the shop early and went home. Mrs. Zhou asked what he was doing home so early, and he used Wen Shun as a shield, saying that his son rarely came home, so he could cook something delicious for him.

After arriving home, Mrs. Zhou went directly to the kitchen to light a fire and prepare to cook.

Father Wen was chopping firewood outside, and the young man's slightly familiar face appeared in his mind from time to time.

No wonder he always felt kind-hearted, but he didn't think that it was his own son who came to the door.

Father Wen didn't know why Lu Yanqing came to Ningzhou suddenly, but he was able to go to Wen's house, and even knelt down to kowtow to himself in the end, which meant that he had admitted that he was his biological father in his heart.

As for the recognition?

Not to mention that he promised Lu Xingzhou and his wife that he would never recognize Lu Yanqing, even if he didn't agree, he would never take the initiative to admit it.

He admitted that he had dreamed of this child countless times in his dreams, but after waking up from the dream, he had to face reality.

It's true that Lu Yanqing is his own, but he married another Zhou family many years ago, and now he has a 14-year-old son, Wen Wen.

Once the relationship was broken, Lu Yanqing asked him why, how should he explain it to him?

Mutual tacit understanding, keeping silent, is the best protection for the son.

……

Not long after leaving Wen's house, Lu Yanqing bought a few sticks of incense and weighed a few catties of paper money, asked someone about the location of Dahuan Mountain, and took an old man's donkey cart.

The old man heard that he was going to Dahuan Mountain, and asked, "Young man, did any relatives in your family have an accident there?"

Lu Yan was silent for a while, and hummed lightly.

The old man sighed, full of resentment, "It's really a crime. The whole Pingjiang County was a sensation back then, but the case was suppressed as soon as it reached the county seat. I heard that it was done by that lawless little devil in the capital. The empress dowager's precious grandson, who dares to provoke him? I'm just pitiful for so many workers. They didn't get a penny, and they died in vain. It's hard to convict them and let them go into exile, and let them come back. Said, even if this kind of insane person is killed by a thousand swords, he will not be able to forgive him!"

Seeing that Lu Yanqing was looking into the distance and didn't intend to talk to him, the old man smiled, "Young man, haven't you been back for many years?"

Lu Yanqing nodded silently.

"No wonder." The old man said: "When Mr. Song came to investigate the case, he buried more than 80 corpses in coffins and piled up grave bags. Unfortunately, the earthquake later destroyed them all. Someone set up a ancestral hall for them. They are all spiritual seats, you can go directly to the ancestral hall in a while, there are names on it, and you can see who your relatives are at a glance."

As soon as Lu Yanqing heard it, he guessed that it was his parents who built the ancestral hall to enshrine the spiritual throne.

The ancestral hall was built at the foot of Dahuan Mountain. When Lu Yanqing arrived, he unexpectedly found a girl standing inside. She seemed to have just kowtowed at the incense, and when she turned her head to see him, her face immediately blushed.

Lu Yanqing thought her face was familiar, but it took a while to remember that this girl was the customer who bought five boxes of rouge in Wen Shun's shop that day.

Lu Yanqing didn't intend to start a conversation with her, and glanced at the altar table.

"So it's you!" The girl spoke first, with surprise in her tone, "Is the young master also here to pay homage to his relatives?"

Lu Yanqing nodded, as if he was coping, then walked to the incense table, put the cloth bag containing the incense paper aside, knelt down on the futon, and kowtowed to more than 80 spiritual tablets on it.

A spiritual bit knocked three times.

The girl standing at the door was frightened by him, and couldn't help saying: "Young master, just knock three times, and your loved ones can see your heart in the sky."

Lu Yanqing didn't answer, and continued to kowtow without distraction.

The girl frowned, "Master..."

Lu Yanqing still didn't respond.

More than 200 heads, he kowtowed for almost a stick of incense, and when he got up again, his forehead was already bruised, and he wobbled a little while standing.

The girl hurried over to help him.

Lu Yanqing broke free from her hand, bent down and picked up the cloth bag on the ground, took out the contents, loosened the paper money, lit it with the white candle next to it, threw it into the big incense burner, and then opened the stick of incense, three times a stick. Stick, slowly throw it in.

The girl stood by the side all the time, witnessed Lu Yanqing kowtow more than 200 times, and saw him throw more than 200 sticks of incense into the incense burner. At first, she was puzzled, but gradually she seemed to understand something, "Young master, this is... to pay homage to everyone. ?”

After throwing the incense sticks, Lu Yanqing suddenly looked up at her, "Who are you in here?"

"My father." The girl looked sad, "I was not spared in the accident that year, and was buried below."

Lu Yanqing took a closer look at her clothes.

She was clearly the lady of a rich family, otherwise, it would not have been possible to buy the rouge in Wen Shun's shop for more than 40 taels of silver at once that day.

Since it is a rich family, how could her father be a miner?

The girl noticed Lu Yanqing's scrutinizing eyes, and said truthfully: "My mother was originally the daughter of a wealthy family in Fucheng, but she just fell in love with my father, and married to the countryside despite the family's objections. Later, my father had an accident, and my grandfather sent someone to take him away. She took her back and found another marriage for her, so I, I married my mother to the current family."

Lu Yanqing was not interested in her past, "It's getting late, this place is too far from the capital city, you'd better go back quickly to avoid any accidents."

The girl bit her lip, "Can you take me home, Master?"

Lu Yanqing wanted to refuse at first, but when she thought that she had harmed her father, she didn't say anything in the end. After leaving the mountain, the two rented a bullock cart to the county town, then sub-rented the carriage, and went all the way to Fucheng.

On the way, the girl introduced herself.

It turned out that her surname was Fan and her name was Zhuo Wen, and she ran out secretly today.

"Don't ask me, son, why did I sneak out of the house?"

Lu Yanqing raised his eyelids.

Fan Zhuowen's eyes turned red when she said that, "My stepfather is a full-bodied beast. After my mother is gone, he has been belittling me a lot in terms of words, and even used hands and feet. I don't want to stay in that house any longer. Take me away?"

Lu Yanqing directly refused, "You can't go where I'm going."

It's not that he didn't understand Fan Zhuowen's plight, it's just that he was helpless.

"My lord..." Fan Zhuowen's voice was crying.

Lu Yanqing looked at her with a serious expression, "I don't think you would want to be saved by someone who killed your father and enemy."

"What... what?"

Fan Zhuowen's small face froze instantly.

"I am the little demon king in the capital who killed your biological father, Lu Yanqing." He admitted directly, "Now that you know my identity, do you still want to come with me?"

"How is it possible...you are lying, you must be lying!" Fan Zhuowen began to speak incoherently, "How could you be him?"

"If not, why did I kowtow to so many people in the ancestral hall to make amends, and why did I light so much incense?"

"No!" Fan Zhuowen still couldn't accept it, "You're joking, right?"

Lu Yanqing looked out of the car window expressionlessly, "Fan Mansion, you are here."

Thinking of all the things she would face after returning home, Fan Zhuowen's face turned pale, her fingers clenched tightly, as if hesitating.

Lu Yanqing got up, ready to lift the curtain and go down.

Fan Zhuowen suddenly asked him, "I can't go to the place you said you were going to. What kind of place is that?"

Lu Yanqing didn't stop when he got out of the car, "I won't take you away."

Fan Zhuowen didn't follow, and gritted her teeth through the board wall: "If you are really a murderer, then you owe me your life, and you should pay me back. If you take me away, you will save my life. Regarding my father, I will give you my life." I can write it off with you."

There was no fluctuation in Lu Yanqing's heart, "If you want revenge, you can kill me at any time, follow me, you can only die."

Fan Zhuowen went all out, she didn't want to be tarnished by that old beast, so she could only gamble, "You owe me your life, if I follow you, you will definitely protect me."

She didn't know how to define whether the young people outside the carriage were good or bad, but at least, the fact that he came all the way to Ningzhou to kowtow and apologize to so many people showed that he still had a certain conscience.

If she had to choose between Qinshou's stepfather and Lu Yanqing, she would rather go with this father-killer and enemy.

(End of this chapter)