Started as a poor little girl

When he arrived at the government office, Wei Xinyan handed the whole story and evidence to the adults. He stood aside and waited for the trial to be over before going back.

In the afternoon, Wei Lingheng and the old marquis had just finished their dinner and went to the martial arts training ground. The old marquis wanted to test whether his grandson's kung fu had improved in the past few months.

It was a peaceful afternoon. The two came to the martial arts training ground to stretch their bodies. Wei Lingheng was not ready yet! A punch came at him, and he quickly turned his head to avoid it, and jumped up and landed behind Wei Zhonglin.

The two men were unarmed and swinging their fists. Wei Zhonglin was a general in his day, so his moves were fierce. The two men soon entangled with each other, punching each other like raindrops, as fast as lightning.

In the end, Wei Lingheng used all his strength and his fists collided head-on, and the two were shocked and took several steps back.

Wei Lingheng begged for mercy, he had no strength left. He lay exhausted on the ground. How could he withstand his grandfather's ferocious attack? He had been doing business for the past few months and had no chance to practice kung fu.

"Ling Heng, what's wrong with you? Grandpa fell down before I even used my full strength." Wei Zhonglin looked disappointed. Why is his grandson so weak now? Could it be that he has become effeminate because he can't dress up as a woman?

"Ling Heng, you wouldn't be..." Wei Zhonglin looked at his grandson, who was lying on the ground exhausted, with a look of dissatisfaction and disgust on his face.

After all, the Wei family is a military family. How could they produce such a sissy man? Wouldn't this make people laugh at him and make outsiders poke fun at his spine?

Wei Lingheng half opened his eyes and looked at his grandfather's expression, which was sometimes disgusted, sometimes disappointed, and sometimes looking at him with contempt. He had a lot of question marks in his mind. What on earth had happened? It couldn't be anything?

"What, grandpa? It can't be anything?" Wei Lingheng was confused.

"Have you been dressing up as a woman too much? Why are you acting so effeminate? Are you going to become a delicate man like a girl now?!"

The more Wei Zhonglin thought about it, the more likely it seemed. After all, his grandson said that he had been dressed as a woman for almost half a year. Was it too late for him to pretend that he didn't know him? No, this was his grandson, how could he not know him?

"Grandpa, what are you thinking about! I just lack exercise. I have been helping Lulu with business for the past few months. How can I have the time?"

Wei Lingheng was helpless. It was really like what the older generation said, an old person in the family is like a treasure. But this one was not just a treasure, it was a living treasure!

The grandfather and grandson looked at each other with displeasure and glanced at each other sideways.

"You little brat, what are you looking at? Believe it or not, this old man will beat you up. Have you ever seen a fist as big as a sandbag?" Wei Zhonglin clenched his fist and made a gesture as if he was going to hit him.

"Ouch! A fist as big as a sandbag! I've never seen one like that! I'm so scared." Wei Lingheng said in a mean way, pretending to be very scared.

The guards of the marquis' mansion were amused by the way the old and the young got along with each other. How could a grandfather and grandson get along like this?

Fortunately, the old lady was not at home. She and the eldest daughter went out to travel and have been gone for more than a year. Otherwise, the old lady would be very sad to know that her grandson was beaten like this, and the old general would have to be beaten again.

"Just wait, you little brat. I don't believe I can't deal with you." Wei Zhonglin stood up and was about to beat his good grandson.

Wei Lingheng jumped up and ran away. Wei Zhonglin couldn't catch up at all. He ran too fast and his old arms and legs couldn't keep up.

The filial grandson in front said, "Grandpa, I'm going to go back and see my parents first, lest my mother gets sad and sick because of my fake death." After saying that, he disappeared in a flash.

It was already completely dark when Wei Lingheng arrived at the Wei Mansion. It was difficult for him to enter from the front, so he had to climb over the wall.

At this time, Wei Deliang and his wife were snuggling in the garden to appreciate the flowers, which helped them relax.

"Husband, today is the seventh day after Ling Heng's death. Will he come back to see us?"

Jing Meixue looked at the bright moon in the sky, her heart now extremely calm. She didn't think about it anymore. It had been so long, and she already knew in her heart how small the probability was of her son coming back alive.

"Meixue, stop imagining things. If Ling Heng is still alive, he will definitely be sad. However, if he can really come back, he will definitely come back to see us."

Wei Deliang comforted his wife, saying that the person was dead, how could he come back? Besides, he didn't believe in the soul returning within seven days. It could be said that he didn't believe in ghosts and gods at all.

The two were looking at the moon in the sky when a young man in white clothes, whiter than snow, descended from the sky and landed lightly in front of them.

The guards saw a young man jumping over from the other side of the wall, and they drew their swords calmly. Upon closer inspection, they found it was their young master, so they quietly put their swords back and pretended they saw nothing.

When Wei Deliang and Jing Meixue saw their son falling from the sky, they were stunned at first, and then their heartbeats quickened as if they were about to jump out of their chests.

They couldn't believe what they saw, but couldn't resist the incredible joy. Their mood was like the surging waves, sometimes turbulent and sometimes calm as a mirror.

Surprise is like a sudden sunshine, illuminating the originally gloomy heart. At that moment, I seemed to see hope.

"Husband, am I seeing things? That...is that Ling Heng?" Jing Meixue's voice trembled. She raised her hand slightly and pointed at the young man in front of the peony flower in the corner.

Wei Deliang nodded woodenly, hummed lightly, and said nothing else. How could he say anything else? He was in a mixed mood right now, and the most important thing was what?

His three views and his mentality were all broken. He wondered if he had gotten too excited in the morning. The person in front of him really seemed to be his son!

However, although Jing Meixue was very happy, she felt a hint of uneasiness and doubt behind her joy. She was worried that this might just be a dream, an illusion that would disappear in an instant. This contradictory feeling made her want to hold on to this beautiful moment, but at the same time she was afraid of losing it.

She couldn't calm her inner excitement, nor could she escape from this complex vortex of emotions. She stood up and tried to hug her son. Was it because her son was a ghost now that he couldn't talk to her?

"Ling Heng, mother is here, don't be afraid! Mother is here!" Jing Meixue hugged her son tightly, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, but she just couldn't wrap her mind around it.

Wei Deliang also staggered over and hugged his wife and children, and the three warm bodies hugged each other.

Wei Deliang's mentality collapsed again: Hey~ there is body temperature, that's not right, how can my son have body temperature, if it's a ghost, where does the body temperature come from, huh? Uh...what's going on, what's going on, I saw Ling Heng buried with my own eyes! No, no, not with my own eyes, the coffin is sealed, I can't see inside at all.

Jing Meixue didn't cry this time. She was so happy. She hugged Wei Lingheng. Because her son was very tall, she rested her chin on his arm. Suddenly, this idea came to her mind.

She saw three shadows on the ground. She stammered and asked her husband, "Husband, this, this... do ghosts have shadows?"

"Ah? Mom, where is the ghost?" Wei Lingheng looked around in confusion. Why couldn't he see the ghost there?

"Meixue, don't you understand yet? This is just a play between our son and our father! Your son is alive and well!"

Wei Deliang finally figured it out. No wonder those relatives were so strange. They couldn't sit still after seeing their son's body. It turned out that this was a trap set by his son and his father, and they didn't even tell them.

He looked at his wife and thought that there was a reason why he didn't say anything. If he said it, he wouldn't be so sad. He knew the result and couldn't act it out.

Jing Meixue was shocked. She was actually distrusted by others and was not even told such things.

"Okay, now I understand. I raised this son in vain."

"Meixue, if Ling Heng told you, would your acting be as good as that day?" Wei Deliang told everything, not knowing whether it was possible or not.

"Okay! Okay! I think you two are itching for trouble!" Wei Deliang's alarm bells rang and he ran away.

Don't be fooled by your wife's virtuousness. Actually, I have never liked martial arts since I was a child, but I married a woman who is a martial arts expert. She is very good at whipping people, and it hurts a lot.

Wei Lingheng also ran away, but unfortunately, he was nowhere near as fast as his whip. Jing Meixue pulled out her whip from her waist and swung it out. There were two sounds of breaking through the air, and both the father and son were hit by the whip.

The whip was waving like a flower, and the father and son were running around in the yard. After being beaten so badly, they could not run anymore and just lay on the ground and died.