Yipin farm girl

Chapter 369: The Threat of Leaping Blood and Recognizing Relatives (2)
"Fu Yuan, my wife treats you well, how could you do such a thing of revenge?!" The mother next to the eldest young lady scolded with an angry look on her face, "If my wife hadn't pleaded for you back then, you would have been frozen for a long time. Died in the heavy snow! Where did this comfortable life come from today?!"

"I know I'm wrong! I know I'm wrong...Young Madam, don't get mad." Mr. Fu bumped his head, "This old slave really has no choice. If you don't reveal the identity of Young Master Come out, the young lady's grandson will be beheaded! This old slave has already made a mistake once, and he can't make a second mistake!"

Mr. Fu waved his hand, and Manager Rong invited the other people out of the hall with a wink, leaving only Mr. Fu and Fu Mingxiao.

Fu Mingxiao swallowed his saliva to ease the tension in his heart, knelt down beside Mr. Fu, his voice was rough, "Father, Da Lang deserves what he deserved for what he did wrong, why are you bothering?!"

"Son..." Mr. Fu looked up at Fu Mingxiao, his face was haggard, and the left side of his face looked even more terrifying, "No! Young master, young master! It's all the old slave's fault. The old slave shouldn't have lied to you for so many years. ..."

"Father, what, what are you talking about?" Fu Mingxiao's heart jumped out of his throat with joy, wishing he could throw himself at the feet of the eldest young lady and the eldest son to call him father and mother!But I know very well in my heart that if the play cannot be performed successfully, everything will be in vain.

Mr. Fu moved his knees and knelt on his son, with tears in his eyes but a smile on his face, "Master, you are not my own son. My own son died of illness when he was four years old. That year, I went to other places to collect bills, but my son insisted on going with me. I felt cold and couldn’t bear it and went on the road. The old slave was heartbroken and went to the temple to light lamps for his son. When I saw you being abandoned by the roadside, the old slave I think that God gave you to my Fu family, so I saved you. I named you after my son, and raised it outside for two years until it was as tall as my son before I brought it home... "

"Father! How is this possible?" Fu Mingxiao had a surprised expression on his face, "I was born by my parents..."

"Your mother also knows about this. In the past two years, I often visited you under the pretext of collecting bills! If you don't believe me, you can go to the family of Qin at the end of Beisanligang Village and ask, did you ever foster a child in his family?" Old Master Fu sank his head deeply, and kowtowed deeply at Fu Mingxiao, "This old slave is indeed not the biological father of the young master, the biological father and mother of the young master are the young lady and the eldest son!"

"Father! You, are you telling the truth?" Fu Mingxiao felt so nervous, stiffened his neck, and turned to Mr. Fu and Mr. Fu according to the script, "He, they are my real parents? I don't believe it, How could my parents abandon me? You must have lied to me, I don't believe it without proof!"

The eldest young lady was already in tears, her face was covered with tears, and the eldest son's eyes were also red.

"Yes, there is evidence!" Mr. Fu's voice was hoarse, trembling slightly when he got up, Manager Rong stepped forward to help him, he shook his head, walked to a corner of the hall, took out the key from his pocket, opened the cabinet door, and took out a gray Parcel wrapped in coarse cloth.

"This is the swaddle that was used to wrap the young master and the little clothes he wore next to the young master when he found him." Mr. Fu handed the things to the mother next to Mrs. Fu with trembling hands, and the mother snatched them over. Holding it in front of Mrs. Fu, she cried loudly, "Ma'am, this is this! That year you and your aunt were pregnant at the same time, and the old lady specially rewarded you with snow satin and two bolts of sunflower-colored Hangzhou silk as a tribute from Suzhou and Hangzhou." , Your poor aunt gave her the hang silk! This old slave remembers what it looks like!"

(End of this chapter)