My host is cold and scumbag

Several weapons were swung down in the wind. Zhao Xinyu snatched the weapon of a person nearby and kicked him away, then attacked a group of people. She weighed the weapon in her hand with disgust, as if ever since she became stronger, she always felt that the things she used to exert force in her hands were not powerful enough.

The situation suddenly reversed, Zhao Xinyun rushed forward and strangled him. The man in black fought and retreated at the same time, fearing Zhao Xinyun's bravery. Zhao Xinyun thought that he had to capture him alive this time, but Zhao Xinyun chased the man in black and left. He went into the deep forest on the hillside. There were several loud bangs of heavy objects, and dust was raised, overflowing in the distance. Such a loud noise shocked several people in place. Ah Fu suddenly shouted: "Benefactor!!! Benefactor!!!"

Ah Fu ran around staggeringly, crying as he ran, and his crying was even more miserable than when he was buried just now.

Xuanwu's mind was still buzzing, and he didn't hear Ah Fu's call for a while. He stood up with his sword and ran towards that place. There were several rolling logs in the forest, with a circle of spikes on the rolling logs and straw ropes tied on them. This was a mechanism that could easily kill people who rushed in without knowing the situation. There was no one except for a few bloodstains on the ground.

Yu Qingxu also stumbled over and followed. He looked at the mess in the forest and muttered, "They are all coming for me."

Ah Fu was the only elder, and the situation that day was really chaotic. Xuan Wu rushed forward and tried to move the tree trunk with his bare hands. Yu Qingxu seemed to have lost his soul. When she and Li Yi placed the people back in Yu Mansion, Xuan Wu seemed to suddenly wake up, with coldness in his eyes, and he rushed out of Yu Mansion and returned to the palace. It was said that Xuan Wu, covered in injuries, accused the Third Princess of snatching men in the street and disregarding the law in front of the Queen Mother. The Third Princess was immediately confined to her house for half a year.

But was this done by the Third Princess?

Xuan Wu doesn't care. Whoever he thinks of now will have a hard time.

Yu Qingxu also locked himself in the study room for a day. He took out the broken hair he picked up last time from the drawer of the study room. He murmured: "I've said that broken hair is not good..."

He carefully aligned the hair one by one, wrapped it with a red rope again and again, and then put it in his purse. After a few days, he went to the temple to pray for blessings. As long as he didn't find the person, it meant that she was still alive.

He thought about it and started to cry. How could this happen? How could this happen? His father died young, and his mother was killed because of him. Now...now Ah Xing has been implicated...She is clearly the great benefactor of the Yu family, why...why did this happen...

Is he just an unfortunate person...

Yu Qingxu cried silently, and he ignored Ah Fu when he knocked on the door. Ah Fu pushed the door open and came in. She took out a black and white portrait and said softly, "Sir, don't cry. This is the portrait of the benefactor."

Yu Qingxu looked up suddenly and took the portrait from Ah Fu's hand. Ah Fu was very responsible. It was a full-length portrait of Zhao Xinyun. Ah Fu secretly took the painter to peek in the corner. It was really a portrait painted based on a person, but it was a black and white ink painting. The woman in the painting was wearing a neat short shirt, with a tall and slender figure, a cold crown and a face like a god, but her eyes, which were the most recognizable, were not highlighted.

He didn't know why he was crying. She hid behind him, wearing rough clothes, hiding her appearance. If it weren't for her eyes, how could he recognize her? In order to take care of his feelings, Ah Fu was unwilling to tell him even at this point.

But what's the point of telling him, she showed up at Yu's house quietly, obviously not intending to accept the marriage her mother had said, and more importantly, Awu still liked her. Awu had a deep affection for the mansion, so how could he snatch Awu's sweetheart?

Ah Fu was very flustered. She had never expected that in such a short period of time, less than half a month, her young master would suffer so many hardships. She didn't know whether it was right to hide Zhao Xinyun in the mansion without revealing her identity.

But if the two of them have no feelings for each other and force their benefactor to get married, in this world, isn't the young master the one who suffers?

But now, no matter what he does, Yu Qingxu is suffering.

The grief of losing his mother, the pressure of the family business, the conspiracy of outsiders, the shackles of male identity, the woman praised by his mother was favored by his best friend, and this woman rejected him. In just a few days, why did everything fall on him alone?

He cried even harder, almost soaking the portrait of Zhao Xinyun. Finally, as if he had compromised, he murmured, "Let's get married, let's get married. I'll find a wife myself and let those people's thoughts go to waste. Hehehe..."

Yu Qingxu was so smart. He knew that these people were after the money of the Yu family, and all the money was tied to him, so as long as they got him, they could get everything in the Yu family. After holding on for so long, he was just an ordinary man protected by his mother. He didn't have the courage to fight against those powerful people who would crush ants at any time and those villains who were vicious and didn't care about human lives. The lives of more than a dozen people in the Yu family were in his hands. He couldn't be cruel enough to burn them on fire, so he never thought that those people arranged this assassination for the sake of the Yu family's property and to make him isolated and helpless, and they came specifically to get rid of A Xing.

He suddenly stood up and threw the portrait in front of Ah Fu. He was furious for no apparent reason: "Why not use color painting? Is it because my Yu family can't afford this little money now? My mother earns so much money, why not use the best painting skills and the best materials? Why give me an ink painting? Repaint it, repaint it. Go!!!"

Ah Fu knelt down suddenly, making a loud sound. She looked at Yu Qingxu with worry and self-blame: "Sir, don't be angry, I will make new arrangements..."

Yu Qingxu's eyes turned red and everything went dark before his vision. He fell down amid Ah Fu's screams.

In the dream, his mother suddenly appeared, hugged him, and touched his head. He rested his head on his mother's legs and cried.

-It's okay, my dear.

Yu Qingxu was still crying.

-If you don’t like what mom brought back, go find it yourself, it doesn’t matter if you take your time.

Yu Qingxu choked up and spoke in a hoarse voice.

-No dislike, no dislike...

The wife his mother found was the best. Even if she wasn't what he imagined, she wasn't an unacceptable woman. It was just that...

-She doesn't like me, mother...she doesn't like me...

The mother just smiled.

-No, she is not a casual woman. Don't worry, my dear girl, she will agree. As long as you want, she will agree.

-But Awu also likes her...I can't...I can't...

The mother sighed when she heard this, and seemed to be feeling helpless. In the end, she only spoke vaguely.

- Blame it on me... It's all my fault...

Mother, I don't blame you. The person you found is the best. But for Awu... I can't... I really can't...