my wife, my wife, my wife

At this time, the bustling Qi Zhuang lobby was already full of guests, and the atmosphere of joy and harmony spread here. When everyone saw the owner of the Qi family walking in, they all cupped their hands in congratulations, and their smiling faces were full of sincerity.

Ying Qinglu walked swaggeringly in Qi Zhuang, no one knew him, but no one stopped him, only that he was the one who came to celebrate the birthday of the owner of the village.

This Qizhuang is well-built without feeling of extravagance, from which one can find out the temperament of the Qi family.

Just when he was about to get the sword, he saw an old woman walking with a bowl of porridge with no rice grains in it, and she was still muttering while wiping tears.

brute?Third young master?sick?

These words made him rub his chin and ponder for a while, then followed up.

After following the old woman for a long distance, she saw her enter a dilapidated courtyard gate. Even outside the gate, Ying Qinglu could feel the desertedness spreading from inside.

Could it be that the third young master that the old woman said lived in this kind of place?After hesitating for a moment, he decided to go in and find out.

Pushing open the dilapidated wooden door of the courtyard, one can have a panoramic view of everything in the courtyard.

"Who is outside?" The old woman who was just about to enter the house turned around and asked after hearing the creaking sound of the door opening.

The people outside the door walked in slowly after hearing her voice.

Ying Qinglu was wearing a baggy scarlet robe, and his unseemly dress was in line with the ruffian in his eyes. His steps faltered three times. If it was someone else, he must be a real unruly person. However, Ying Qinglu's face was creamy, his eyes were like lacquer, and his demeanor was flawless. Looking at him from this point of view, he was contrary to common sense. He was always a pampered son, but when the old woman saw him, her eyes twitched. The color of astonishment.

After the old woman realized it, she quickly put away all her expressions, "This young master is a distinguished guest of my master, right? Why did you come here? Please return the same way, young master, and leave this place."

Ying Qinglu smiled, walked slowly to the old woman and cupped his hands: "Madam, where is this?"

The old woman was slightly startled, "This is the backyard of Qizhuang."

"Who else lives here besides you?"

Seeing his gaze on the door behind her, the old woman's expression turned cold, "Why are you asking so many questions?"

"Just curious."

"This is just a dilapidated courtyard. How can you make me curious? Please leave as soon as possible."

Ying Qinglu tilted his head to look at the porridge in the old woman's hand and smiled lazily, "I heard that the third son of Master Qi lived here?"

After hearing what he said, the old woman with a cold face turned red-eyed and scolded: "Who are you listening to nonsense?"

Ying Qinglu approached slowly with a smile, "Old lady, don't be so excited, Ying has no malicious intentions."

"..." After staring at him with wide eyes for a long time, the old woman turned around and opened the door and walked in, "What can you mean? It's been a long time since anyone from outside has come here, so come in and sit down, young master."

Why is this old woman's personality so changeable?

Ying Qinglu shook his head with a broken smile, then stepped up and followed in.

There are very few things in the room, a bed with a person lying on it, a table with two stools, and a cabinet for clothes, so shabby.

The old woman brought a bowl of water and put it on the table, "There is nothing here to entertain you, but there is still a bowl of water to quench your thirst."

"Madam, you are welcome. This water is just right. Ying is indeed thirsty." Ying Qinglu picked up the bowl on the table and drank it in one gulp.

Seeing him drink, the old woman went to the bed and sat down in silence.

Ying Qinglu put down the empty bowl in his hand and walked to her side to look at the sleeping man on the bed, "I heard that the Qi family has three sons, and I met two of them in the front yard before, and I heard that the other one has not returned. Who is this place?"

The old woman shook her head, "Outsiders don't know that my master actually has four sons. The three you know are the eldest son, the second son and the fourth son. The one on the bed is his third son."

Ying Qinglu was a little confused, "Then why..."

"The third young master got a serious illness when he was a child and hurt his brain. The master thought he couldn't win glory for the Qi family, so he kept him here so he couldn't see anyone."

The old woman's voice was full of anger and sadness, but Ying Qinglu didn't feel any emotion in his heart. Could it be that he has seen the indifference and ruthlessness in the world?His heart has long been numb, so how can he be angry about such things?

Seeing the thin face of the man on the bed, his face pale and bloodless, he must be seriously ill and in a coma, otherwise how could he lie on the bed and not be able to hear anything?

"What's wrong with your young master?"

The old woman glanced at him, knowing that he had misunderstood, and explained: "It's nothing serious, the doctor came before and said that he had a cold a few days ago and couldn't rest well, and now he just passed out."

It turned out that he was not seriously ill, but why did he look like he was seriously ill?

Ying Qinglu thought for a while, then stretched out his hand to grab the hand of the person on the bed.

"What are you doing?" The old woman looked nervous.

"Old madam, Ying knows a little bit about the Qihuang technique, please ask Ying to take his pulse."

The old woman hesitated for a moment, then got up to give way.

Ying Qinglu sat unceremoniously on the seat vacated by the old woman, rubbed his chin and felt his pulse while sweeping between her brows and eyes with his pair of phoenix eyes.

After a while, he put the opponent's hand into the thin quilt, turned around and said to the old woman: "Madam, your young master is your Geng this year?"

"Twenty to five."

25?Two years older than him?

"His body is so strong that even a 15-year-old can't match it."

The old woman's nose was sour: "I haven't eaten good food since I was a child, how can his body be so good?"

From her few words, Ying Qinglu had already guessed exactly what happened to the person on the bed. He lowered his eyes and remained silent for a while, then said to the old woman: "You said before that your master put him on the bed. Raised here so I can't see anyone?"

The old woman nodded, "It's been 21 years, and he hasn't even stepped out of the gate of this courtyard."

Ying Qinglu got up from the stool and walked to the window to look out, 21 years... The world is so big, but it has not been here for 21 years...

"Master?" The old woman looked at him suspiciously.

Hearing this, he turned around and smiled at her, "Old madam, Ying has something else to do, so I'll take my leave."

Before the old woman could react, he lifted his foot and walked out.

The old woman stared at his back and was slightly stunned, "Master, wait a minute."

Ying Qinglu turned around, "What else is the old lady doing?"

After hesitating for a while, the old woman suddenly knelt down in front of him.

"What are you doing? Get up quickly." Ying Qinglu reached out to help, but was stopped by the old woman.

"The old woman has something to ask."

"Get up and say something."

The old woman shook her head, "The old woman is a little bit older, and although she just met the young master, the old woman can see that the young master is a good person."

nice guy?He has lived for 23 years, and she is the first one to say that he is a good person. If those who have been framed by him hear this, this old woman may not even save her life.

Ying Qinglu didn't go to help her anymore, it became a habit to be bowed down by others, she was just an old woman, and in his capacity, he could bear it.He stood up straight and looked down at her and said, "Old Madam, if you have anything to say, just say it."

The old woman raised her hand, "Since the young master understands the art of Qi Huang, please ask the young master to diagnose the old woman's pulse."

Ying Qinglu looked at her puzzled.

"Young master checks the old woman's pulse first before speaking."

Ying Qinglu met the old woman's eyes, saw her solemn face, and put his hand on her wrist.

After a while, he withdrew his hand.

"Looking at the young master's face, I must know." The old woman sighed, and turned to the person on the bed, "The only thing that the old woman can't let go of is my third young master, so I want to ask the young master to take him away."

"Take him away?" Ying Qinglu froze for a moment, raised her hand and covered her lips with a wide sleeve, and smiled, "Madam, let me tell you the truth, Ying is not your master's guest, I came to Qizhuang because of me. I fell in love with your master's Shangyou sword, so I came to grab the sword, you said... such a vicious Ying would be a good person?"

The old woman raised her head, "If you don't have what you want, you have to grab it. In the eyes of the old woman, as long as you don't hurt my young master, you are a good person."

Ying Qinglu narrowed his eyes, "Ordinary domestic servants can't say these words."

"The old woman is indeed not an ordinary domestic servant. The old woman's name is Sang Yingling. She is from the Daying dynasty. From the accent of the young master, she should come from Daying. You can know who the old woman is if you don't know the case of the door."

The Sangmen case in the early years?He remembered that Wang Xiang had mentioned to him that it was said that Sang Qunquan of the Sang family was the former prime minister of the left, who was later dismissed by the emperor because he offended someone. case.

The whole family was copied and cut, and there was no one left alive, so how did this Sang Yingling survive?

The old woman saw that he was thinking, so she smiled wryly and said: "The old woman knows what you are thinking. After all these years, no matter how I survived, it doesn't matter anymore. The old woman took care of the young master in spite of herself. For more than 20 years, it can be regarded as repaying someone's life-saving grace. When the time comes, I, the only Sang family, will go there after all. The only thing I can't let go of is the young master... No matter whether you are good or bad, young master, you take He is better than leaving the young master alone, if he is left alone, I am afraid that he will starve to death here and no one will know."

Ying Qinglu rubbed his swollen temples, he has fled here, why did he still hear about Da Ying's adulthood?

"Let Ying Mou think about it." He escaped by himself, and brought a skinny and sick child with him. It was clear that he was burdening himself, so he had to think about it carefully.

"My lord... the old lady begs you." The old woman knocked her head on the ground when she saw him hesitate.

As if he didn't see it, he bypassed the old woman who was kowtowing to him and walked to her young master's bed, rubbing his chin and continuing to ponder.

This sick young master, although he is troublesome in every way, I have to say that his appearance is very suitable for him, but the old woman said that he hurt his head...

"How bad is his brain?"

"It's as mentally retarded as a child, but my young master is very sensible, he doesn't cry or make trouble, and he can eat by himself."

Is that a stupid idiot?

Doesn't cry or make trouble, and also eats by himself?Well, there is still merit.

"Master..." The old woman looked at him with tears and said: "The old woman really has no other choice, so please take my young master away, as long as he doesn't let him be cold and hungry, the old woman is willing to be a cow in the next life." Be a horse to repay your kindness."

"There are too many people who are willing to be an ox and a horse for Ying, and it won't be your turn in the next life."

When the old woman heard this, she became anxious.

"male……"

Ying Qinglu glanced at the old woman on the ground with crooked eyebrows, and the faint look made the old woman's mind startled and she shut up instantly.

Under the eyes of the old woman, Ying Qinglu stretched out his hand and lifted the quilt on the bed, and easily picked up the person under the blanket and walked out of the room.

Seeing this, the old woman quickly got up and followed.

"Go at ease, your young master will be my aunt from now on." After leaving these words, she tapped her toes and disappeared in front of the old woman with the person in her arms.

The old woman stared blankly at the empty courtyard for a while, then suddenly fell to the ground covering her face and cried.

Outside the gate of Qizhuang.

Heizi looked at the person in his master's arms with wide eyes and asked, "Master, didn't you go to steal the sword? Why did you steal someone back?"

Ying Qinglu raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Don't you think stealing people is more interesting than stealing swords?"

"Master, get in the carriage." Duan Jing opened the curtain of the carriage and stood aside.

Ying Qinglu hugged the man and got into the carriage. After a while, his voice came out from inside, "Little joke, I am in a very good mood, your master. I'll let you take the sword. Today is Qizhuang Village On the Lord's birthday, don't forget to send a fire to congratulate others."

"Follow orders." Duan Jing was gone in a blink of an eye.

"Heizi, let's go, Xiaoduanzi will follow after finishing his work."

"Yes, master."