The married husband is a grandfather

"I see that little brother, you are also a capable person. How about we cooperate to preserve your prosperity and wealth and enjoy it endlessly, and then marry the jewel in my family's palm to you, wouldn't it be a beautiful thing."

Boss Cui had a greasy smile on his face, and Chu Yuquan ignored him at all.

Seeing that Chu Yu dared to ignore him, Boss Cui burst into anger, "Little brother, don't be shameless, I have also asked someone to find out that your husband is a man, and there is no way to pass on your family, why are you so protective?" Look at him, look at how beautiful my Yingxue family is, and I can give birth to a son for you. Once our two families work together, we will definitely become the number one restaurant in this town. Who will look down on you for being a muddy leg, and who will dare to take it easy? Take you to this prison."

I have to say that Boss Cui's words are very tempting, but anyone who is not firm in mind will be shaken, and even used a beauty trick. It's a pity that Chu Yu is incomprehensible, and he never looked at Cui Yingxue from the beginning to the end.

Boss Cui saw that he was talking about this, yet Chu Yu was still not moved, not only was he not moved, he was as immobile as a mountain, and he didn't react at all.

"Tie him up! Hit him! I don't believe that he won't eat the soft one, nor the hard one!"

Boss Cui said to the jailer angrily.

Although Cui Yingxue has taken a fancy to Chu Yu's appearance and demeanor, but Chu Yu is so ignorant, she is also angry in her heart, not to mention if his father scares Chu Yu, she would be happy to see it happen.

Chu Yu was pulled out of the prison by the jailer, and then tied to the rack. His hands were tied to the pillar, forming a "ten".

Boss Cui sat down at the side, and the butler ordered someone to serve Boss Cui a cup of tea, and then said to Cui Yingxue: "The next scene may not be very good, I'm afraid it will spoil Miss's eyes, why don't Miss go up with me."

Cui Yingxue waved her hand, "No, I want to see how hard his bones are."

The housekeeper lowered his head, he didn't expect that Miss Cui was a femme fatale.

The jailer flicked the whip in his hand, and the whip burst through the air with a "swoosh", Cui Yingxue couldn't help shaking, squeezed the brocade handkerchief in his hand, and looked at Chu Yu expectantly.

Chu Yu's eyes were as calm as a pool of deep water, and he calmly watched the jailer slam the whip at him.

With a sound of "snap!", his clothes were torn by the whip, leaving a bloodstain on the wheat-colored skin.

Cui Yingxue couldn't help covering her eyes. This moment was really terrifying, but Chu Yu didn't move at all, and didn't even frown. Cui Yingxue looked at Chu Yu's heart beating wildly like this, and there was a pang on her face. pink.

"No, I can't just sit and wait like this." Song Qingye felt a sudden palpitation in his chest, and an ominous premonition lingered in his heart.

"Mr. Song, don't act impulsively. Master Biao has already gone back to ask for help." Shopkeeper Li stopped Song Qingye.

Song Qingye knew that he had to calm down, but the palpitation made him suddenly panic.

"Treasurer Li, tell me, does Boss Wen know someone from the imperial court at home?"

Shopkeeper Li shrank his neck and looked at Song Qingye in surprise, his eyes wandering a bit.

"To be honest, I have found evidence of the county magistrate's corruption and bribery, but I have nowhere to ask."

Song Qingye knew that this matter was very involved, and since Boss Wen was not around, he could only gamble.

Shopkeeper Li hesitated for a while, pacing back and forth in front of Song Qingye, and finally sighed heavily, "Mr. Song, I will help you once today, but it is up to you whether you succeed or not."

"Thank you, Shopkeeper Li."

Song Qingye was overjoyed, and cupped his fists at Shopkeeper Li.

Shopkeeper Li waved his hand and asked Song Qingye to change his clothes, and then led him out in a disguise.

They were going to Boss Wen's house. Shopkeeper Li first asked the concierge, "Is the master at home?"

"Yes, master is drinking tea in Xiyuan."

Shopkeeper Li nodded and led Song Qingye into the Wen residence.

Along the way, Song Qingye saw many maidservants and servants bowing to shopkeeper Li, and when they saw him, they didn't look too much, but walked their own way with their heads down.

This is probably the rule of the big family.

"Master." Shopkeeper Li led Song Qingye to Xiyuan, where Master Wen was drinking tea while playing chess.

"Treasurer Li? Didn't Tingchun go out? What happened to the restaurant when you came?"

Master Wen seemed to be in his forties, he was dressed simply, and he didn't even have any valuable accessories on him, so he was a bit chic.Wen Tingchun's eyebrows and eyes are very similar to Master Wen's, and it can be seen at a glance that they are father and son.

Shopkeeper Li walked up to Master Wen and whispered something to him. Master Wen nodded, then looked at Song Qingye, he looked Song Qingye up and down, and said to him: "You are Song Qingye? I listen to Ting Chun Speaking of you, you are a capable person."

"Thanks to Boss Wen's praise."

"Have you ever read?" Master Wen asked.

"I've read a few idle books."

When Master Wen saw Song Qingye's neither humble nor overbearing posture and his speech, it didn't look like he had only read a few idle books.

"Can you play chess?"

Song Qingye glanced at the go chess on Master Wen's stone table, shook his head honestly, "No."

"Then can you ride and shoot?"

Song Qingye shook his head, he wasn't a son raised by a wealthy family, the six arts of a gentleman probably only counted.

Master Wen sighed regretfully, what a seedling, who can't do anything, but those prescriptions he sold to Wen Tingchun were indeed good things.

"Treasurer Li told me about you. I have never asked about the affairs of Tingchun Restaurant. I don't want to get involved with Jingzhong when I go back to my hometown."

Song Qingye's heart skipped a beat when he heard Master Wen's words. He frowned and clenched his fists. When he didn't notice, a hostile aura emanated from his body, which made people really frightened.

Master Wen didn't want this man to look so young, yet be so hostile.He frowned and said to Song Qingye: "Although I can't help you, but I happen to have a friend who came to Beijing, you can ask him to help you."

Song Qingye stared at Master Wen with wide eyes, "Thank you, Master Wen for your help, your kindness will never be forgotten."

"That's not necessary. I heard that you are good at cooking. You can cook a table of meals to satisfy my hunger when you have time someday."

"must."

When Master Wen saw Song Qingye laughing, his whole body was bright and cheerful. Where could he still see the cold air just now, but he was somewhat interested in Song Qingye.

"Do you intend to become an official in the court? Do you want to benefit the world?"

Song Qingye was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, "Thanks to Mr. Wen's praise, the villain has no big ambitions, just want to be ordinary, and the family to be happy and healthy."

Master Wen laughed when he heard this, "That's also very good."

Master Wen asked the boy to take Song Qingye and Shopkeeper Li to his friend, but he didn't want his friend to go to Yunmiao Temple.

Song Qingye did not ask shopkeeper Li to accompany him, but asked the servant to take him, and hired a carriage to go to Yunmiao Temple on the outskirts of the city.

As soon as Song Qingye looked up, he saw the long invisible steps. How long would it take to climb up and down again? That friend of Master Wen came to Yunmiao Temple for nothing.

Song Qingye just glanced at it and then buried his head and began to climb up. It was useless to let the boy shout from behind.

"How did he climb up? Isn't there a road at the back of the mountain to drive a carriage up?"

The coachman also looked at the smaller and smaller figures on the steps with a puzzled expression.

"Then what are you doing here?!" the boy complained.

"Doesn't everyone who comes here have to take a look at the main entrance of Yunmiao Temple?"

Song Qingye had no idea that he had suffered a crime by mistake.

After he climbed up the mountain, his legs were so weak that it didn't look like his own. Song Qingye hurriedly took a sip of the spiritual spring to recover his strength while no one was around.

It was already dark now, surrounded by woods, the evening wind made the leaves rustle, and a burst of coolness made Song Qingye rub his arms. Fortunately, he had just climbed so many steps and was sweating now.

"Please, little master, I want to find Mr. Lin Qiu Sheng Lin."

"This benefactor, please."

The little novice took Song Qingye to a meditation room, and the person standing at the door of the meditation room was the boy who brought him here.

Song Qingye was taken aback for a moment, why did he arrive before me?

"This is Young Master Song."

"Master Lin." Song Qingye saluted Lin Qiusheng.

"You're welcome. I already know the matter. I'll go with you now." Although Lin Qiusheng is a good friend of Master Wen, he seems to be only [-] years old. Although his appearance is ordinary, he has an extraordinary bearing. It can be seen that he was born well.

"Excuse me, Mr. Lin."

"No trouble, no trouble, host and we will talk next time."

"Amitabha."

The white-bearded host took another look at Song Qingye. Although he was old, his eyes were hale and hearty, giving Song Qingye the illusion of being seen through his soul for a moment.

"This benefactor, if he comes, he will be safe, and all causes and effects will be arranged."

Song Qingye's pupils shrank, and then he smiled and said, "Thank you for the words from the host, the younger generation will be educated."

It wasn't until Song Qingye got into the carriage and went down the mountain that he realized how stupid he was just now.

He actually climbed up such a high step by himself, and the boy had an expression of admiration on his face. He didn't expect Song Qingye to be so thin and weak, and he climbed up so many steps without breathing.

……

"Boss Cui, if this fight continues, people will die." The jailer cautiously reminded.

Chu Yu, who was tied to a stake, was covered in bloodstains, his long black hair fell down to cover his expression, and his tattered clothes were stained with blood.

Boss Cui also knew that if the beating continued like this, Chu Yu would probably die, but he didn't expect that this Chu Yu, a countryman, would have such hard bones, and he hadn't said a word until now.

"Have fainted?"

Seeing Chu Yu's bowed head, the jailer nodded hesitantly, "It should be."

"Splash! Splash me with salt water to wake me up."

Chu Yu's body was full of fresh wounds. If he was splashed with salt water, his skin would peel off even if he didn't die. The jailer was used to doing this kind of thing all the year round. Cui Yingxue felt terrified when she heard it, but she could only obey her father's decision.