Ball Ball Cultivation

Qiuqiu: "I have received help from the Duke of England. Why don't we go and take a look? Taking the two children with us is a good opportunity to exercise Qingwu."

Qingheng saw that Qiuqiu was extremely bored. He and the two children could still practice under the moonlight at night, absorbing the moonlight. Qiuqiu wanted to use the mundane worldly atmosphere to remove the dark and dead air from his soul, so he could not go to the space to practice.

Apart from reading some books, he was forced to chat with his neighbors. He was so bored that he was about to grow mushrooms. He didn't know why he suddenly wanted to go to the Duke of England's mansion. He had known for a long time that the Duke of England was poisoned to death by his youngest son. He didn't feel anything. After all, he was an old Korean who had lived for nearly ten thousand years. Even if the dragon clan had the most lazy people, they could improve their cultivation by eating and sleeping.

But he came up from the bottom. Unlike his two sons who were born as pure-blooded dragons, he was just a dragon snake with real dragon blood. Therefore, he knew much more about worldly affairs than ordinary blue dragons, and he could remain calm when encountering things.

In the afternoon, we waited for the two little ones to come home from school and eat the dinner made by Qiuqiu, which was all spirit beast meat and spirit vegetables stored in the space. This was also the happiest time for the three of us. When Qiuqiu was not awake, all the ordinary beasts hunted by Qingheng were sold, leaving a little at most as a decoration. The meals we bought in the restaurant were better than before.

But compared with what Qiuqiu made, it was far worse. Besides, it was a mortal food. If it weren't for the dragon's strong body and unrestrained tolerance to raw and cold food, it would be best not to eat this kind of food, which was equivalent to impurities. Now that they finally ate the spiritual food made by Qiuqiu, the three dragons' happiness index soared.

As night fell, the family of four changed into night clothes. Qingheng sat on Qingwu's left shoulder, Qingxu on his right shoulder, and Qiuqiu followed behind. After a few jumps, they arrived at the Duke of Yingguo's Mansion. After using their spiritual sense to investigate, they found the son who poisoned his own father - Zhang Chuanyun, who was also a ruthless character.

Zhang Chuanyun was reading in the study, still in mourning clothes. He waved away the maids and servants who were serving him and asked them to keep watch outside. He turned around and turned a hidden mechanism on the calligraphy and painting on the back wall of the study, which opened up a secret passage. The dark room in this secret passage was very narrow, but the roads were connected in all directions.

Zhang Chuanyun walked along a path familiarly and soon entered a remote courtyard. There were already four people inside. One was Luo Zhuo, a man about forty years old who looked quite similar to Zhang Chuanyun; one was his biological mother, Lady Tian, ​​the Duke's wife; and another old man in his fifties or sixties. Sitting at the head of the group was Tian's biological father, Mr. Tian.

Luo Zhuo quickly stood up and said with a smile: "Yun'er is here, sit down quickly." Zhang Chuanyun was indifferent to Luo Zhuo and sat next to Master Tian. What they discussed was how to get the emperor to approve Zhang Chuanyun's application to inherit the Duke of England before the New Year.

After much discussion, there was no conclusion. Master Tian said: "Why are you so anxious to poison Zhang Xuelin? Yun'er is not even a prince. We are all rich because of Zhang Xuelin's contribution. We have no connection at all. How can we establish connections in Beijing?"

Zhang Chuanyun was the most intelligent among them. After all, he had been groomed for over a decade as the heir to the Duke's Mansion. "I think the main reason His Majesty didn't approve the succession petition was because the Duke of Ying's death was so strange, it aroused suspicion from above. He was considered the strongest general in the past ten years. He didn't die on the battlefield, but was murdered while visiting his family at home. His death was unclear. The higher-ups haven't come down to investigate yet because the Duke of Ying's Mansion has simple relationships and no powerful in-laws, so they have no motivation to kill him. It's also because they're hiding something they don't know."

Tian was quite emotional: "It has been eighteen years since the incident. When I saw the face of his biological son, I was afraid that the truth would be revealed."

"I originally wanted to find him a brainless woman to marry, and then I would use his wife's hand to poison him to put an end to it. I didn't expect that the bastard saved the girl. The girl is a county lady of status, and she even came to my house to repay her kindness. The grandmother of the county lady is the Grand Princess. The bastard married the county lady Ming and got the Grand Princess's protection."

"We can't get involved at all. That bastard is investigating his own background and will soon find his way to the Duke. If the Duke finds out what happened back then, we'll all be in trouble."

Luo Zhuo had been silent, but the gleam in his eyes was undeniable. He quickly stepped forward to mediate: "I hold a low position in government. I have some influence in the local area, but I have no say in the capital. I've asked my mentor several times, but there's no news."

Mr. Tian is old and experienced. "Maybe that bastard has found out. It was the Grand Princess who leaked something to the Emperor. That's why Zhang Xuelin has been dead for half a year, but Yun'er's Duke position has not been relinquished yet."

After hearing Master Tian's speculation, they all turned pale with fear. Luo Zhuo came out to comfort them, "It shouldn't be the case. If they really find out, we can still plan here safely."

After saying that, he went over and patted Tian's hand, and comforted her softly. Master Tian was furious when he saw this scene, "Why didn't you marry her back then? Why are you still pretending to be affectionate with her? That way, we wouldn't have to be reminded like this."

Luo Zhuo looked at Tian affectionately and expressed his helplessness. Qiuqiu listened in the dark and finally knew the whole story. Zhang Xuelin was really a tragedy. When he was young, he followed the current emperor.

At that time, he was just an unknown little guard beside the prince. The battle for the throne was extremely dangerous. The legitimate third prince was sent by the emperor to provide disaster relief. He was repeatedly assassinated and his capable assistants were killed or injured. The young Zhang Xuelin was able to serve him.

While hiding from pursuit in the temple, Zhang Xuelin gave the third prince an aphrodisiac. The beauty arranged by the enemy was poisoned and was dealt with immediately. Zhang Xuelin's antidote was just a woman he bought randomly from the victims. After that, she escorted the third prince to transfer and connected with the large army to welcome him. Zhang Xuelin secretly went to the temple to look for the woman, but there was no clue.

It was not until a month and a half later that Tian, ​​led by Mr. Tian, ​​found Zhang Xuelin and claimed that she was the refugee, had found her family, and was pregnant. Zhang Xuelin was not conscious at the time. The woman was a refugee with a black and gray face, and he could not remember her specific appearance at all. Tian told him the details, and after a brief confirmation, he married Tian.

Tian was not a refugee. She and Luo Heng were relatives of the Outer Eight Dao. Luo Zhuo, who was already a scholar, was handsome, gentle and sweet-spoken. After Tian lost her virginity, her cousin Luo Zhuo refused to marry her. She once again asked her cousin to meet in a small temple. Instead of her cousin coming, she saw the transaction between Zhang Xuelin and the refugee. The refugee sold his own ten taels of silver in order to save his brother and father.