I was reborn with amnesia and was picked up by Lao Gong

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Feng Shu was in a daze, forgot to thank Mr. Hua, and staggered back to the workshop.

Seeing Feng Shu's chest bulging, the craftsmen thought he had hidden something good, so after exchanging winks, they pulled him over and beat him up.

"stop fighting……"

Feng Shu read a sentence begging for mercy blankly, but his voice was as thin as a mosquito.In the chaos, those medicine bottles fell to the ground and smashed to pieces. The fine powder inside was thrown into the air and mixed with the dust on the ground.

Seeing this, the craftsmen were surprised at first, and then showed some regretful expressions.

A few of them still didn't give up, they searched Feng Shu repeatedly, and when they couldn't find any other bottles, they kicked him a few more times, and then left in a disinterested manner.

Feng Shu quietly sat up from the ground, took a small broom, and swept away the broken jars and medicine powder.The hope that rose in his heart was also shattered along with the medicine bottle.

He also thought about protecting himself, thinking about fleeing from the Hua family, or isolating himself from those who bullied him.

With such thoughts in mind, Feng Shu quietly made a silver umbrella and hid it under his bed.

Every day in the dead of night, he would quietly take out the silver umbrella, gently caress the camellia patterns on the surface of the umbrella, thinking of the blurred home without outline.

Such days, two years in a flash.On this day, Feng Shu was dragged to chop firewood after finishing his work in the Qiqi workshop.

Braving the cold night wind, he managed to split the firewood and sent it to the bathroom in Washington. Then he rubbed his red ears and walked slowly back to the worker's room.

"You mean, who are you going to use it on?"

When he passed a small room, he suddenly heard voices coming from inside.

This room was originally left unused and was expected to be used as a storage room, so no one would enter it on weekdays.

Feng Shu felt that something was wrong, just as he thought it was a thief invading, he heard another voice:

"Keep your voice down, what should you do if someone hears this?"

This deliberately lowered voice actually belonged to Hua Lan.Feng Shu hesitated for a while, then quietly walked to the wall, listening with his ear.

"Brother Hualan, didn't you say that there are no people here? Stop talking nonsense, you just said that you want to use Qianlianmian on the Palace Master, but are you serious?"

Hearing the word "Qianlianmian", Feng Shu's eyes widened in shock.He leaned against the wall, and heard Hua Lan say in a proud tone:

"That's right. As long as we occupy that person's body, Brother Lin Shuo and I will rule this Sulan from now on!"

From Hua Lan's words, it can be heard that the person talking to him is Lin Shuo, the head of the Lin family.Before Feng Shu understood the meaning of Hua Lan's words, Lin Shuo replied:

"However, Palace Master Xiayun is very mysterious and has never shown his face in front of others. You and I have never even seen his face, so how are we going to attack him?"

A low laugh came from inside the room: "Brother Lin Shuo, why do you think I have to wait for two years? During this period of time, I managed to clear up the relationship with the people in the palace and inquired about the information related to the palace owner. I heard that , that person would slip out of the palace almost every night and sneak into the deep mountains alone..."

"So, you plan to strike at night? But the one who can sit on the position of palace master should not be low in strength?"

"That's why I chose to cooperate with brother Lin Shuo. I know that you have created a new flame-extinguisher. At that time, the two of us will attack the mountain with people. If the situation is not right, you will sacrifice the flame-extinguisher and kill that person." That's it."

"How do you know... Forget it, let's not mention this matter for now. If we really kill the palace master, wouldn't we be Sulan's sinners?"

"Brother Lin Shuo, you can rest assured. In Sulan City, not many people have seen the face of the palace master. It is said that even in his own palace, he always wears a mask——

Although it is indeed a pity that he cannot receive his mana, but if he cannot be captured intact, he can only take this second path. "

"That makes sense. Then according to what you said before, to attach to the Palace Master, all you need is his body. Why do you have to capture him alive?"

"Hey, if he was beaten to a broken arm, leg or something, wouldn't he become a cripple with his soul attached to him in the future?"

"That's true. As expected of Brother Hualan, he has thought so carefully."

"Where is it, how can I compare to you, Brother Lin Shuo?"

The two people in the room flattered each other and smiled cheerfully.

Feng Shu listened outside, but felt his blood was cold.A heart was beating thumpingly, and the palms of his hands were covered with cold sweat.

Uncle Hua wants to kill someone?Moreover, the object is the most honorable palace lord of Sulan City...

Feng Shu has no feelings for the so-called "Mistress Xiayun", only instinctively afraid.

Hearing the sound of footsteps coming from inside the house, he quickly hid behind the bushes beside him.Through the gap between the leaves, he watched two figures walk out of the room, and after looking around, he left quickly.

After the two left, Feng Shu waited for a while before slowly standing up.He walked lightly to the small room, stretched out his hand and pushed the door, and heard the knocking sound of metal.

Also, how could such a place for secret talks not be locked?

Feng Shu stared at the padlock on the door for a while, thought for a while, then moved his eyes to the door panel, and looked in through the crack of the door.

A few small oil lamps were lit in the room, and the faint light illuminated the room.Feng Shu's eyes were fixed on a wooden cabinet, and his eyes moved down with the instruments placed inside, and landed on something.

It was a familiar flat box, and what was contained in it should be Qian...

——No, since everyone has left, why are the lights still on in the house?

Feng Shu took a few steps back warily, and hid behind the bushes again.After a while, Hua Lan really walked back slowly, still muttering something.

"Cooperation? Hmph, if Madam hadn't slipped her tongue and you found out about the Su family, why would I need to cooperate with someone like you?"

Hua Lan was talking to himself, and after unlocking the door, he re-entered the house.

On the other side, Feng Shu froze after hearing the word "Su's family".

He recalled the instruments and sketches that he studied, the square black marks branded on those objects, and the black box that his father held tightly before his death.

—— In the cellar, there was actually a magic weapon left behind, but Feng Shu deliberately ignored it and let it lie in the corner of the wooden cabinet.

On the day Feng Shu left the cellar, all the candles in the room were extinguished.He was dragged up the wooden ladder by Hua Lan, and finally looked back at the darkness.

Goodbye……

He said silently in his heart.

Goodbye, flying wood butterfly.

It was the beginning of autumn, and the evening wind was blowing slowly, making the leaves shake slightly.The wind shrinks behind the bushes, no matter how the mosquitoes bite, but refuses to leave.

He didn't know what he was waiting for, even if he stayed where he was, time would continue to pass, and the known truth would not change.

Before tonight, he thought that the purgatory on earth was nothing more than this;

But now he understands that what is darker than hell is always the next hell.There may be no gods in this world, but there are indeed evil spirits, but they are all dressed in human skin, and they think they are human after a long time-but in fact, they are things that are not even as good as livestock.

Hua Lan stayed in the room for a while, then turned off the lights, and walked away humming an ugly tune.

Feng Shu watched Hua Lan leave, and then squatted quietly for a long time, until the numbness in his limbs was unbearable, and then he fell to the ground.

This person was no longer the "Uncle Hua" he knew.

Feng Shu hugged his skinny arms, recalling the years spent in Washington, he didn't know what to do for a moment.

He vaguely remembered that he used to have a family, and he could be like Mr. Hua, acting like a baby, playing around with his parents, resting when he was tired, and eating when he was hungry, instead of standing there pitifully. A piece of rice cake was donated with gratitude.

Those futures that should belong to him have been completely changed because of someone's selfish desires.

His home became fragmented, but the black hand behind the scenes didn't feel guilty at all, and even planned the next murder.

The magic weapon called Qianlianmian should belong to the Su family.The craftsman who built it originally intended to atone for one person, not to provoke more blood.

——he must never be allowed to succeed.

As Feng Shu thought about it, a surge of courage suddenly rose in his heart.He stood up naturally and walked along the wall. After seeing no one around, he carefully opened the ventilation window of the workshop and slipped in quickly.

The lock on the small room just now is actually not difficult to pick, it just requires tools.

Feng Shu groped in the dark room, found a mallet and a few thin nails from memory, and then bent the thin nails into different shapes under the faint moonlight.

When he was done, he put the mallet back in its place, and hiding the pins in his bosom, slipped out of the workshop, and went straight to the little room.

At this time, just after the third watch, everyone in Washington had already fallen asleep, leaving only a few red lanterns hanging on the roof to illuminate the boundless night.

Feng Shu stood quietly in front of the small room, put a thin nail into the padlock, and after twisting it a few times, replaced it with a new nail.

He fiddled with the padlock in his hand lightly, paying attention to the sounds around him, and looked around from time to time.

Finally, after a light "click", the lock beam popped out, and then it was removed and placed on the ground.

After Feng Shu took off the padlock, he slowly pushed the door open.He took a rough look under the moonlight, and after confirming that there were no traps in the room, he went directly to pick up the black box and stuffed it into his arms.

Before leaving, Feng Shu carefully wiped off the footprints on the ground, and then locked the door again.

He looked around cautiously, with one last glance at the door behind him, tense like a frightened cat, and sprinted away.

After Feng Shu took away the Qianlian noodles, after much deliberation, he sneaked into the workshop and took two lock pouches, stuffed the black box and silver umbrella into them, and buried them under the green dragon tree in the backyard.

Few people knew of the existence of Qianlianmian, once Hualan found out that it had been stolen, Feng Shu would definitely be suspicious.

He also considered fleeing directly, the farther away from Washington the better - but if this is the case, when Hua Lan realizes that he has escaped, he will probably spread his anger on the servants who share the bedroom with him.

Even though those servants refused to save him, they treated him kindly after all.Although staying here is equivalent to being tortured to death, since he is alone, what is there to miss?

Therefore, after fighting in his heart, Feng Shu decided to stay.He leveled the dug pit, sprinkled the same fallen leaves on top, and left with a heavy heart.

The next day, Feng Shu went to work in the utensil making workshop as usual, and because the efficiency of making utensils was lower than usual, he was slapped several times by the craftsmen, and his cheeks were swollen.

He remembered what happened last night in his heart, and he was not sincere enough when he apologized, and he was kicked again.

This kick just kicked him to the edge of a basket, knocking the contents inside to the ground, causing another roar of anger.

Feng Shu knew what he was going to face, so he was not in a hurry to get up from the pile of stones, but passively put his hands on his head, waiting for the next round of punching and kicking.

However, the expected pain never came.He opened his eyes with some doubts, and saw all the craftsmen bowed their heads aside, looking a little panicked, and the arrogance of beating and scolding him just now completely disappeared.

A sound of footsteps slowly approaching him, Feng Shu instinctively shrank back, then raised his head to meet a livid face.

Hua Lan looked very angry, even the corners of her lips were trembling slightly.He walked towards Feng Shu, grabbed the other's thin arm, and pulled him up.

Feng Shu thought that what happened last night had been exposed, so he smiled and closed his eyes slowly.

Unexpectedly, a pair of big hands suddenly caressed his cheeks, and then patted the top of his head, as gentle as before.

Feng Shu opened his eyes and saw the familiar gentle smiling face.If it was two years ago, he might have smiled back, but now seeing this smiling face, he only felt a chill.

"You, is this how you take care of your juniors?"

After Hua Lan turned her head, she immediately returned to her angry look.He yelled sharply, but those craftsmen only dared to look at each other a few times, and they all dared not answer in a muffled voice.

Feng Shu watched Hua Lan's mouth twitch, scolding the craftsmen with a dignified face.One of his eyes was swollen, and through the tiny slit, all he could see was a big, strange mouth.

That mouth kept spitting, as if by doing so, the blame could be shifted onto others.

"The wages of those who did the work just now will be halved this month. The silver taels collected can be used to buy wound medicine for Asu."

After half an hour, Hua Lan finally "disappeared".He glanced at the group of conscientious craftsmen, took Feng Shu's arm, and led them away from the workshop.

Feng Shu's heart was flustered, and he didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Hualan's gourd.But soon, after he was taken to the familiar cellar and saw the tools and materials for making tools, he suddenly understood.

Yes, he still has the value of being used.How could this greedy person let go before squeezing him out?

"Asu, the past two years of staying outside have been difficult, right?"

Hua Lan suddenly asked a question, but Feng Shu nodded subconsciously, then quickly shook his head and said, "No, it's good to stay outside."

Hua Lan smiled disapprovingly, and said, "Very good?"

He stretched out his hand, and patted Feng Shu's swollen face: "I said, I'm keeping you here for your own sake. How about this, you recuperate well here, and Uncle Hua will come back after you recover from your injury." look at you."

Feng Shu squeezed out a smile and said, "Uncle Hua, the injuries on my body don't hinder the work of making the device. Since you have taught the seniors a lesson, they probably won't hit me again."

Hua Lan said: "Oh, you are still young, and you still don't understand many things. Otherwise, you should do Uncle Hua a favor by designing some new attack magic weapons, or think about how to create a harmonious surface The same good magic weapon."

Feng Shu said: "Asu is stupid, how could he make any good magical artifacts. Uncle Hua, you are more experienced in making artifacts than I am, so the quality of the magical artifacts you made must be better?"

Hearing this, Hua Lan's smile finally couldn't hang on.He twitched the corners of his mouth and asked with a half smile: "Asu, you've grown up, aren't you going to listen to me?"

"Asu didn't dare. It's just that there are so many talents in the workshop, and Asu feels ashamed. Please ask Uncle Hua to find someone else."

"Ah."

Hua Lan sneered, and the smirk on his face disappeared.He pulled out the leather whip around his waist, and swept Feng Shu coldly, and kept cursing:

"Boy, you are toasting and not eating fine wine. Let me tell you, Qianlianmian was stolen by those bastards in the Lin family! If we can't make a better magic weapon, then our Hua family will have to live forever." Subservient to the Lin family!

You were born with the material for making magical instruments, and no one would be envious of you.I have raised you for so many years, let you forge a few magic tools, and I have wronged you! "

- Upbringing?

Feng Shu sneered in his heart.

Besides, before you snatched my family's magic weapon, weren't your Hua family all unknown?

Although Feng Shu didn't know why Hua Lan would accuse the Lin family of stealing Qian Lian Mian, it was not harmful to him after all.While dodging Hua Lan's whip, he thought in his heart.

Now that Hua Lan no longer trusts the Lin family, the second way they conspired last night should not be implemented.

The palace lord will not fall into the hands of those two people, and Sulan will not fall into the hands of such a frenzied person——

And he will never succumb to Hua Lan's despotic power and create any offensive magic weapon for him.

The author has something to say:

Carrying on the half-solved mystery in the previous chapter, the fact that the Su family was invaded by thieves was indeed written by Hua Lan.

As an untalented craftsman, seeing the success of the neighboring Lin family's career, Hua Lan became jealous, so he turned his idea to "a run-down family that only knows how to develop boring tools, but never sells magic weapons". .

The instruments and sketches in the cellar were naturally snatched from the Su family.After studying for a few days, Hualan saw that he could not understand the magical effects of most of the magic tools, so he placed his hope on the only son of the Su family. On the surface, he took care of him with kindness, but in fact he was plotting evil.

When Feng Shu was researching in the cellar, he found the same wooden butterflies as he remembered, and the signatures on those objects were obviously smeared and burned, so he was already suspicious.

However, Feng Shu is only a half-grown child after all, and his longing for "being loved" made him force himself not to think about it, and continue to believe in the benefactor who adopted him.

Maybe the heart that wants to be "loved" will only lead to sorrow.