Houfu Key Class

He hadn’t interacted with his old friends much in recent years and had no idea what happened between the three of them.

Zong Qiyun sighed and said, "Brother, you don't know. When you were injured and left the two children to us, I couldn't sleep well day and night, fearing that I would fail your trust. But who knew that the two took advantage of the two children's young age and bullied them while they were away on the expedition, often asking them to do hard labor in the military camp. My dear nephew...didn't my dear nephew tell you?"

The old marquis looked at the old lady and said anxiously, "No, Zhao'er didn't tell us anything. How could this happen? Why did they embarrass the two children? I treated them well. I gave them generous gifts before the expedition."

Zong Qiyun said heavily, "It was these generous gifts that made them have evil thoughts. They wanted to secretly trip up the two children and then protect them openly. In this way, the children will remember their kindness, and you will definitely thank them generously when they come back."

The old marquis was full of anger, and he wanted to kick each of the two dead old friends.

The old lady asked doubtfully, "Qiyun, when did you know about this? Why have you never mentioned it before?"

Zong Qiyun said in embarrassment, "Sister-in-law, I was timid and didn't dare to speak out before. Those two people had higher positions than me in the army, so I didn't dare to speak out even if I found out. Now that they are both dead, I saw my brother crying so sadly, so I dared to speak out about this. Don't be too sad, those two people are not worth it at all."

The old marquis spat, "It's really not worth it. If these two bad guys who forget their principles for the sake of profit are not dead, I will have to knock on their door tonight."

The old lady half believed and half doubted, and asked Zong Zhao, "Zhao'er, you were bullied in the barracks before, why didn't you tell us?"

Xu Wan watched a big show.

This Zong Qiyun put all the pots on the dead, leaving himself with the image of a coward who dared not cause trouble. He seemed to be explaining to the old marquis who didn't know, but in fact he was telling Zong Zhao.

He guessed that Zong Zhao had done it.

He was afraid, he was afraid that he would be the next one.

Zong Zhao stared at Zong Qiyun, his tone cold: "I didn't know that someone was playing tricks before, and I thought that the military camp was like this."

Zong Qiyun's tense heart relaxed a little in an instant, and he said repeatedly: "Yes, yes, my nephew is going to war for the first time, so he will inevitably suffer some losses, but now it's all right, everyone is dead, and the past grudges are written off. Don't be sad for those two villains for nothing."

The old lady replied: "That's natural, they are not worth it at all."

The old marquis added: "I should have known that I would not have come to the door to express condolences. I cried twice in vain and gave two gifts. These two old bastards..."

Zong Qiyun also echoed and cursed: "Yes, yes, those two old bastards..."

Zong Zhao suddenly interrupted him, his voice came like thunder: "Since my cousin knows everything, then... how did Zong Yan die?"

Dong——

This question suddenly hit Zong Qiyun's heart. He clenched his fingers and cold sweat broke out on his back.

When the old marquis and the old lady heard Zong Yan's name, they were all shocked and quickly looked at Zong Qiyun.

Zong Qiyun's forehead was also sweating. From the moment he heard this question, he realized that Zong Zhao knew about it. He knew about that incident... Those two people really died in his hands.

But what should he do?

How should he explain?

Can he still walk out of this door smoothly today?

Zong Qiyun has begun to regret it. Is he so brave to come to Zong Zhao in person? The oppression of the general made his legs weak and he couldn't help but want to kneel down.

The old marquis saw that he couldn't speak for a long time, and asked anxiously: "Qiyun, what's going on? How is it related to Zong Yan's death again?"

Zong Qiyun's lips trembled, and he said palely: "I, I... I don't know... I don't know what happened in the middle. I was not in the barracks on the day you left the city... Zong Yan died for the country, and he died in the hands of the You people!"

After saying that, he didn't even have the courage to look at Zong Zhao, and quickly looked at the old marquis and said: "Brother, I remembered that there are urgent matters at home that I haven't dealt with. Let's talk about it today, and I'll come to see you another day."

The old marquis was confused, but still replied: "Okay, it's too late today, I'll ask someone to take you back."

Zong Qiyun hurriedly said: "Oh, no, no, I have a lot of people with me, I can go back by myself."

"Then I'll take you to the door." The old marquis said and went out with him.

Zong Zhao couldn't stop shaking from the moment he heard the words "die for the country". That was anger and forbearance.

Seeing Zong Qiyun go out, he subconsciously wanted to chase him. Fortunately, Xu Wan was quick to pull him and shook her head at him, saying, "Father-in-law and mother-in-law are still here."

Zong Zhao closed his eyes, his chest kept rising and falling, and he calmed down with difficulty.

Xu Wan pulled him back to his yard.

It was so quiet along the way that only the footsteps of the two could be heard, and Zong Zhao's increasingly heavy breathing. After walking into the small yard, he broke away from Xu Wan's hand and said, "I can't stand it anymore. How can such a heartless, shameless person live well?"

Xu Wan said calmly, "Then I can't stand it. Go ahead and carry your father-in-law and mother-in-law on your back."

Zong Zhao looked at her suddenly.

This was the first time she supported him so clearly. She didn't think it was a wrong thing, nor did she blindly persuade him to let go of hatred.

Xu Wan looked at him with bright eyes: "The reason why hatred is hatred is that someone did evil first, and then there was the result later. This is karma, and it should be."

Zong Zhao's eyes were red, and he said hoarsely: "You go back to the house, I will be back soon."

"Okay."

Xu Wan quietly watched his back as he left. This time she seemed to see clearly what he was carrying, and hoped that he would be more relaxed when he came back again.

The street was pitch black, with few pedestrians.

Zong Qiyun seemed to be chased by a ghost, and he kept urging in the sedan: "Hurry up, too slow, too slow."

"Master, this is the fastest speed. If you are in a hurry, would you consider riding a horse back to the mansion?"

"Ride a horse?" Zong Qiyun shook his head like a rattle, "No, no, no, it's not safe without a carriage."

He was sitting in the sedan with his heartbeat speeding up exponentially, feeling that his heart could jump out of his throat at any time. Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he shouted: "Change the route! Change the route! Change the route to the Dali Temple!"

If Zong Zhao wanted to kill him, he would not be safe even if he went home.

The only place that was left was the Dali Temple, where serious cases were handled. Zong Zhao absolutely did not dare to take action there, otherwise he would be slapping the emperor in the face in public.