Cut off my tendons in my hands and feet to make me marry? Prepare to die!

"Brother..."

Yue Ziyu shouted hesitantly.

He was the one who personally delivered the severance letter to the government office yesterday. When he thought of this, he felt a little sorry for his brother.

Yue Zihuan ignored him and stared at Lu Changhuai.

Although they had not seen each other for many years, he sent people from Xiling City to deliver Lu Changhuai's portrait back to Beijing every month.

In order to imitate Lu Changhuai's behavior, his room was almost covered with Lu Changhuai's portraits, which were extremely familiar to him.

So when he entered Lihua Lane, the first person he saw was not Yue Ziyu, but Lu Changhuai.

"Uncle, we haven't seen each other for a long time." Yue Zihuan bowed with a respectful attitude.

A hint of coldness flashed across Lu Changhuai's eyes.

He spoke in a slightly cold voice:

"I don't deserve it. My sister Qingyue only gave birth to two daughters and no husband. I don't deserve to be called your uncle."

Yue Zihuan's eyes turned cold instantly.

He put his hand down, with a look of sarcasm on his face, and looked straight at Lu Changhuai with his head held high:

"Mr. Lu has a good reputation throughout his life, so he will not allow someone with such a bad reputation like me to establish a relationship with you!"

"I'm just curious. Principal Lu cares so much about his reputation, why is he unwilling to speak out about the unclear relationship between Yue Ran and an orc?"

He became more and more agitated as he spoke, and his voice gradually grew louder. He did not notice that Yue Ziyu's face was slowly turning pale, nor did he notice the several girls who jumped out of the carriage behind him.

"The entire capital of Da Chu, even the peddlers on the street, know that the famous cavalry general Yue Ran has been flirting with her contracted beastman for five years in the military camp. It's simply immoral!"

"If Principal Lu really has a strong character, he should have warned Yue Ran in front of all the scholars in the world that he has a moral deficiency and is not worthy of being an official in the court!"

Yue Zihuan's eyes sparkled, saliva flew from his mouth, and he was in a state of excitement, as if by accusing Lu Changhuai in this way, he had finally stood on the moral high ground.

There was no trace of emotion in Lu Changhuai's dark eyes, and his left hand slowly reached for his waist.

Before he could take any further action.

"What a cheap mouth!!"

A clear and fierce voice sounded beside the carriage.

Yue Zihuan looked in the direction of the speaker, only to see a long black shadow in the air, accompanied by a whistling wind, rushing straight towards his face.

Snapped!

Yue Zihuan had no time to dodge, and a deep bloody mark was left on his cheek, and his skin and flesh immediately rolled up.

He was in so much pain that tears came out of his eyes. He couldn't help but cover his face and took a few steps back. Only then could he see the other person's appearance clearly.

Next to the Lu family's luxurious carriage stood a tall girl, holding a long black whip in her hand. Her clear eyes looked coldly at Yue Zihuan, as if she was looking at a stray dog ​​on the street.

"How dare you commit a crime in broad daylight?"

Yue Zihuan pointed at the girl and yelled at her.

The girl snorted coldly, and the whip in her hand was ready to move, as if she wanted to hit him again.

The girl's appearance and figure were somewhat similar to Yue Ran, which made Yue Zihuan feel disgusted the first time he saw her.

Yue Ziyu next to him came to his senses and couldn't help but blink in horror.

Lu Qinya's whip seemed to have eyes. She didn't blind her eldest brother's eyes directly today, which was considered as mercy.

At this time, Yue Ran walked out from behind Lu Qinya and blocked Yue Zihuan's sight.

"I was wondering who was shouting here, it turned out to be Yue Zihuan who was just sentenced to three years of hard labor by His Majesty."

Yue Ran's red lips curved, her tone full of sarcasm.

"You are penniless now, and instead of working to earn a living, you are spreading rumors and cheating people here. It seems like you have never been hungry."

Hatred flashed across Yue Zihuan's eyes:

"Stop pretending to be sympathetic here. Three years of hard labor is nothing. I don't believe I will really starve to death!"

Yue Ran squinted at the Feng residence that was as quiet as a grave, chuckled, and then spoke:

"Your Majesty sentenced Werewolf Hall to death for spreading rumors and slandering this general, but unfortunately he escaped. Now you refuse to repent and want to follow in his footsteps. I wonder if anyone will save you when you are on the guillotine at Caishikou in the capital?"

Yue Zihuan's excited mind finally regained some clarity after hearing this, and a layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on his back.

He almost forgot that the loser Hall was sentenced to death by beheading because he failed several times in trying to drag Yue Ran into the water and instead angered the Emperor.

If he continues to hold on to Yue Ran's reputation in the future, I'm afraid His Majesty will not let him off easily.

Yue Zihuan lowered his head unwillingly, swung his sleeves angrily, and was about to bypass the Lu family convoy and head to Feng's house.

At this moment, Lu Changhuai spoke lightly:

"stop!"

Yue Zihuan paused and looked up with a glimmer of hope.

How many literary masters in the world don't care about their reputation? Someone like Lu Changhuai must be more or less concerned about Yue Ran's loss of reputation, right?

Lu Changhuai turned his head and looked down at Yue Zihuan. His handsome eyebrows and eyes were covered by a layer of vague shadow with their backs to the light.

"I am no longer a head of a mountain, nor do I dare to claim to be a role model for all the scholars in the world, but I have a good sense of right and wrong in my heart."

"It's fine that you like to imitate my words and deeds on a daily basis, but now you want to impose your dirty and sinister thoughts on me. Do you think that I, the dignified Lu family, will become a pawn in the hands of you, Yue Zihuan?"

"It's just wishful thinking!"

Lu Changhuai's voice was filled with deep chill, like an iceberg pressing down on Yue Zihuan's heart.

"Yue Zihuan, you deceived your superiors, maliciously accused your father, refused to investigate the real culprit of your mother, and killed your sister. You are a disloyal, unfilial, unkind, and unjust hypocrite like you, you have no right to speak in front of me."

"From today on, if we, the disciples of the Lu family, see you, Yue Zihuan, talking nonsense again, we will beat you up every time we see you!"

Yue Zihuan felt a chill in his heart when he heard this. He gritted his teeth and looked up at the people in the Lu family.

Lu Changqing and his wife, along with their two daughters, glared at him, while two tall and handsome young men beside them looked at him with eyes as sharp as ice blades in winter.

The Lu family is so united in protecting Yue Ran?

Then why are they unwilling to protect Xiaolou and her daughter?

They are all daughters of the Lu family, why does the Lu family flatter the powerful and bully the weak?

After all, isn’t it because Yue Ran has the Dingbei Palace behind him?

Thinking of this, Yue Zihuan felt very disgusted.

What a century-old famous family! In essence, they are no different from those snobs in the Dali Temple.

He looked to the side again and saw Yue Ziyu riding a horse looking at him with a complicated expression.

Yue Zihuan could sense that there was sadness, disappointment, and uncontrollable anger in his brother's eyes.

He paused on the spot, opened his mouth and said something silently to Yue Ziyu, then he flicked his sleeves, bypassed the Lu family convoy and left.

He believed that if Yue Ziyu still had a conscience, he would understand what he meant.

The Lu family's convoy started moving again, heading towards the Dingbei Palace.

Yue Ziyu looked back at Yue Zihuan's back, his eyes full of disbelief.

He understood what his elder brother had just said.

"Remember, you have to protect Xiaolou for Big Brother."

The reins in Yue Ziyu's hands were nearly crushed.

He wanted to lift his eldest brother's head and shake it.

Even though things have ended up like this, the person eldest brother is still thinking about is Feng Xiaolou?