I refuse this box lunch

Different from Fuhe's simple and crude judgment method, Gu Xincheng's evidence will be more sufficient.

According to the investigation by his confidants, Mrs. Zhao's ancestor was indeed named Zhao.

As early as 20 years ago, it was this old woman who traveled around, praying to Buddhas and gods, and gave the stewards of Zhao's house a lot of benefits, so she begged her son for a job of raising horses.

Zhao Fengqi's father was an official of the seventh grade, and this official position is not too small in a remote town.At that time, Mrs. Zhao's eyes were fine, and it was no problem to do some ordinary sewing, mending, washing and washing, so the mother and son took the opportunity to work hard together, and lived in Zhao's house together as servants.

It is already a very dignified thing to put it in ten miles and eight towns.

But Mrs. Zhao is an out-and-out vain person.It was okay at first, but when I met everyone, I would brag a few words about the expense and style of the big family, and how proud it was, as if it was like my own family. After a long time, because of the same surname, even relatives climbed up.

Gradually, in the stories written by Mrs. Zhao herself, she seemed to be the guest of Zhao's residence, and even the aunts and ladies wanted to give her three points.

This kind of thing is easy to spread in the neighborhood and the countryside, and those who listen will not take it seriously.Because Mrs. Zhao is clearly still in the same attire she used to describe, and she doesn't see the scenery at all. I'm afraid she won't even be able to chew the tea dregs in the side hall of the master's house.

The people in the Zhao residence were not deaf or blind, and servants like these who spread nonsense and spread rumors to insult the family were naturally sent away from the residence as soon as they were discovered.

But Mrs. Zhao is also a character like brown sugar. Whenever the mansion needs outside staff to hold banquets and gatherings, she can always find a way to sneak in, but she is also quick in her hands and feet, so she can't make a big mistake.

It wasn't until her son died that she became paralyzed again, and then she returned to her hometown to live on her own.Fearing that no one would see him when he was about to die, he picked up Zhao Erniu seven or eight years ago and went back to raise him casually.

This Zhao Erniu's life is also tough, Mrs. Zhao usually treats him like a freelancer, leaving all the dirty work to him, and she has grown up safely.

And this black-skinned boy is nothing but an outcast from the offshoot of the Duan Clan.

Fu He casually handed Zhao Erniu a piece of snack: "Here, didn't you eat this morning?"

His stomach was rumbling so loudly that he could hear it.

Zhao Erniu, whose hands were covered in black dirt, did not dare to pick it up, but just lowered his head and shrank his whole body in the corner.He didn't know what the group of people were trying to do to block him.No money, no life.

In front of him, the pink and petal-like pastries were fragrant and beautiful, not like eating in the world, and the elder brother who smiled at him was as handsome as a fairy boy.

Zhao Erniu knows that he is a country boy, and he is always not good at speaking when facing strangers.So he neither moved nor spoke.

Gu Xincheng watched indifferently, thinking: Do you look like the Duan family?

He compared and looked at the young man who was speaking with a smile.

Not like.

Fuhe stretched out his hand again: "Don't be afraid, we are not bad people." He raised his lips, "After all, I am still your cousin."

cousin?

Zhao Erniu heard this word very clearly and understood its meaning, but he couldn't connect the two things.

"Eat, no money, I'll give it to you." Seeing that no one would answer, Fu He directly took his hand and stuffed it over, "It's not enough. There are still more. It's a reward for you. I'm quite willing to recruit."

Zhao Erniu held the dim sum at a loss, his lips moved, as if to thank him.

Fu He turned his face to Gu Xincheng's direction and pursed his lips: "Hey, I just borrowed flowers to present to Buddha, and the things belonged to the cold-faced gentleman next to me."

Zhao Erniu didn't know anything else, but he could understand kindness, raised his head and smiled innocently at the two of them.

Gu Xincheng had no expression on his face: one was glib and the other was stupid.

Zhao Erniu is a simple-minded person, according to that sentence, whoever treats him well, he will also treat that person well.

So next, Fuhe and Gu Xincheng were taken to the front of Mrs. Zhao logically by him.

Mrs. Zhao lay on the kang all day long, barely able to take care of herself, but she was unwilling to do it herself. When it was time for dinner, seeing that Zhao Erniu hadn't come back, she started beating and smashing at home, and beat her hard with broken gongs and drums.

Zhao Erniu heard this voice from a distance, his scalp tightened, and he quickened his pace: "My grandma..."

Mrs. Zhao threw something at the door angrily: "You still know how to come back? Didn't I get rid of the burden after starving to death!"

The object that was thrown head-on was a piece of hard pulp-coated pillow, which missed the person, but was kicked by Gu Xincheng to hit the wall of the thatched hut, leaving a rustling layer of dust on the top of the hut.

Gu Xincheng stared at the ashes on the shoe and frowned.

Fuhe secretly thought it was bad: to show off.

Before the clean freak opened his mouth to speak, Mrs. Zhao abruptly swallowed the swear words that were about to come out of her mouth after seeing his appearance, her pupils shrank violently, panicked, and her hoarse throat completely changed its tone.

"you……"

In the setting, the looks of the Gu family father and son are consistent and outstanding, with a similarity of more than 90.00%.

Come on, there are tricks.

Mrs. Zhao is also considered a pungent person in the ordinary market, and the older she gets, the more she fears death. It really made her see a high-ranking official, and she didn't dare to put a fart on it.

And just based on Gu Xincheng's face, Mrs. Zhao was at a loss and was at a loss.

The words that should be asked and the words that should be answered, as long as the people under Gu Xincheng have sharp eyes and cold knives, a large piece of mud in the house is cut out and turned outside, and Mrs. Zhao is extremely frightened, so she stutters every sentence. Start to explain.

That was 23 years ago.

She never imagined that after such a long time, someone would still think of her and find such an insignificant person like her.

Even, little people discover big secrets.

Twenty-three years ago, Zaifu Gu was not Zaifu, but a concubine, who disguised himself as a pair of brothers with Ji Shuyu, the second daughter of Pingjiji's family, with only one purpose - to elope.

They are real childhood sweethearts, and they are in love with each other. Because of the flood in Huzhou, they came to the Zhao family's ancestral house.When Gu Zaifu was young, he was famous for his talents and his articles were outstanding. Mr. Zhao was a person who cherished talents, so he kept them as guests.

At that time, many people fled southward, Mr. Zhao was kind and rented a large workshop to accommodate the victims.

This event was a great charity. At the right time, the new emperor opened the national treasury to provide disaster relief, and the people followed suit. Many people in the town were willing to help.

Gu Zaifu and Ji Shuyu sympathized with the victims, so they also participated in it.And it was Mrs. Zhao who was sent by the Zhao family to look after the two of them in the courtyard.

At first, she only thought that this was an ordinary job, a pair of talented brothers, but not an official, Mrs. Zhao should cook and boil water, just show some respect on weekdays.

But who would have thought that on that rainy night, she ran into a shocking secret.

A man and a woman in Chinese clothes suddenly visited the small courtyard, and everyone in the courtyard knelt on the ground, including the master Juren and his brother.

Thunder roared at night, and the rain was torrential. Only occasional lightning could illuminate the dark courtyard in the night.If Mrs. Zhao hadn't accidentally woke up at night, she wouldn't have been able to see clearly the dense crowd of men in black blocking the door.

Mrs. Zhao's legs were so weak that she covered her mouth tightly, not daring to make a sound.

Those people all carry knives.

Fuhe had nowhere to stay in the thatched hut, so he had no choice but to stand beside him.He knew the rest of the secrets in advance from the plot line, but Gu Xincheng didn't know it, and was listening to this dusty past with a calm face, solemnly.

Tsk, according to the normal development, shouldn't the male lead be accompanied by the female lead at this moment?

The system intervened at the right time: "But the host has said confidently earlier that he wants to get in."

The implication is, don't pretend to be Xiaobailian right now.

Fu Wo: "Hey, what you said is ambiguous."

Regardless of whether there is ambiguity or not, Mrs. Zhao has already begun to complain tearfully: "My son didn't have a sudden illness, but there were wicked people who took his life that night."

Greed drove Fan Xingdi to come despite the rain.He wanted to have both of Ji's family.

At that time, Ji Shuting, also known as Empress Ji, already had skin-to-skin relationship with Emperor Fanxing.Pity her a weak woman, thought that the emperor was sincerely in love with her alone, and before he could be filled with joy because of the god-given lover, he was poured cold water on his head by Emperor Fanxing's obvious wolfish ambition.

Ji Shuting knelt down in the heavy rain, and the rain dripped continuously along her forehead and cheeks.She is a person who has lost her reputation, and it is impossible to say that she is a procrastination.It was she who was too stupid and harmed herself. Her only wish and remedy was to keep her sister's happiness.

In the rain, the weak willow Fufeng woman took a last look at the man she once told her to love, and then begged Fan Xingdi loudly:

"Shu Yu and Mr. Gu agree in love, please let the sage make it! I, Ji Jiading, will do my best to assist the king, and ask the sage to make it happen!"

Emperor Fan Xing stood under the eaves with his hands behind his back, his face gloomy. After a long time, he finally let go: "Since my future empress has said so, then I will follow you."

Those who know such secrets will die, otherwise the emperor's face will be wiped out.Mrs. Zhao's son was afraid that his mother would be cold at night, so Tete brought a stove in his sleeve, and then a sharp sword struck, and his throat was sealed with blood.

Gu Zaifu glanced at the pool of blood on the ground, murmured, "That's the only servant in my yard", and saved the life of Mrs. Zhao in another hut.

Emperor Fan Xing sneered, seeing that he dared to compete with the emperor, he casually followed and said: "Dispose of it, it's just a sudden death."

Hearing the past, Gu Xincheng clenched his fists tightly, and his throat felt bitter: Another sudden death...

Fu He knew what he was thinking, and lightly tugged on his sleeve from behind to comfort him.Don't be crazy, just keep listening.

"Old lady." Fuhe asked another key point, "Zhao Erniu, did you really pick it up by the side of the road?"

The black-skinned boy was squatting at the door rubbing mud pills, unable to hear their conversation.

Mrs. Zhao's eyes flickered slightly: "...I didn't pick it up, maybe it was born by my son. He has never been married and has no son."

Fu Wo gradually frowned.

This is very strange. She was very excited when she said it, but she became evasive later.

Even if he was threatened again, he would just roll around and act like a rascal: "The old woman is dying, pick up a wild child, and enjoy the feeling of being served by others, isn't that okay?"

Gu Xincheng walked a few steps closer, his lips were tight, and his eyes were stern. With this appearance, he was separated from Gu Zaifu, who had always been gentle and gentle.

Mrs. Zhao shook her hands and stopped looking at him.

Fuhe felt that the time had not come for this matter, so don't be impatient.Even though Mrs. Zhao is greedy for life and afraid of death, she still has a secret that she must protect even if she dies, so there is no need to push her too hastily.

"Lord Gu." Fuhe lowered his voice, "I'm on the road day and night, and I feel a little tight in my chest right now."

He leaned against his chest half-truth, and slowly bent down, panting heavily.

Gu Xincheng paused, turned his head, with obvious impatience on his face, and finally just uttered a few words: "Go back to the inn."

Mrs. Zhao and Zhao Erniu are important witnesses, and they must be properly settled.The original thatched house must not be able to stay anymore. The grandparents and grandchildren pretended to lock the door and leave.

Fuhe was lying weakly, and in the corner of his vision, was the man's cold face.

Suddenly, I heard Gu Xincheng say: "Don't be on guard against me, even if it is really confirmed that Zhao Erniu is indeed of Duan's blood, I will not take advantage of an innocent person's life for sex."

Fu Wo touched his nose: "I didn't think so."

Gu Xincheng looked at him scrutinizingly.

What can I do to save you, my trust.Fuhe smiled wryly and said, "I just feel that the woman would not tell her unspeakable secrets even if she risked her life. After all, we have already made a guess, and we need to verify it slowly."

In the middle of his speech, he really coughed violently, finally calmed down, and said slowly, "Besides, didn't you bring me as a validator? I will leave this matter to you, and I will give you a satisfactory answer within three days at most. .”

Gu Xincheng closed his eyes and meditated, neither believing nor disbelief, his mouth moved slightly, and the lip language was easily deciphered by Fuhe.

The medicine jar is a disaster.

Fuhe wronged Baba: Did you drink your medicine?

Looking around, it's far more than that.