Under the Power Chapter 96:

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Chapter 96

When Mrs. Shen returned to the room, this summer was still trying to figure out why she could see, but he could not, racking her brains to no avail.

"Auntie, you have worked hard. I'll beat your leg? Hot feet?..."

Mrs. Shen stopped wanting to stand up this summer: "Just sit there and don't move. If you are good to me, stop a little bit, so as not to have to change the dressing for the wound and make it more troublesome."

I had to stay still this summer and said with a smile: "My aunt still knows that I love people."

"You, a mouth is enough for you."

Ms. Shen cleaned her hands, sat down at the dressing table, carefully removed the bun, and slowly combed her hair. Leaning on the bed frame this summer, watching her comb her hair, smiled and said: "Your hair is well maintained, it looks like satin."

"How old are you this year?" Madam Shen asked her while combing her hair.

"Sixteen." This summer chuckled, "My mother is going to marry me."

"Look at your anxious temper. You were born in summer, right? So it's called this summer."

"Probably so."

"Maybe?" Madam Shen turned her head and looked at her with complicated eyes, "Don't you know when you were born?"

"My mother took me back from the hall, so I don't know the exact date." This summer said truthfully.

"Oh..."

Mrs. Shen turned her head again without looking at her, she combed her hair one at a time. After a long time, she heard her ask: "Did you come back that year? How old were you?"

"In the twenty-eighth year of Jiajing, I was probably three or four years old." I thought about it this summer and laughed, "My mother said, the children in the hall are the ones I can eat the best. She thinks it will be easy to feed. Brought me back."

A wooden comb was tightly gripped in the hand, and her sharp teeth were deeply embedded in the skin. Madam Shen sat firmly, not daring to turn her head back, but her breathing was uncontrollable.

"Auntie, what's wrong with you?" asked this summer.

Mrs. Shen took a deep breath and tried to answer in a calm tone: "It's okay... I just didn't expect you to be a poor child."

"It's not pitiful." This summer smiled, "The kids on that street counted me as best able to fight, except my mother, no one dared to move my finger."

She was happily thinking about her childhood achievements, and Madam Shen quietly turned her head to look at her with infinite tenderness.

"Pea cake, light it red, the blind ate it and opened his eyes, the lame ate it and threw it down, the bald ate the raw pigtail, the deaf ate it and heard it..."

Several children are playing and singing in front of Lingyin Temple.

Beside, an old woman wearing a gray shirt with white sideburns is holding an older white-haired woman older than her. The white-haired woman has muddy eyes and pokes a bamboo stick in her hand. There is no way to see the stone steps, and the old lady in the grey shirt will lead the way. The clothes on both of them were washed white, and they staggered slowly up the stone steps.

When we arrived at Lingyin Temple, the old lady in grey shirt found a little novice monk: "Little Master, we need to find the great monk to do the ritual for my family."

The little novice monk put his hands together and gave a bow: "Two donors, my master and your uncles were not in the monastery a few days ago. Please come back another day."

The white-haired old woman was disappointed: "When will your master come back?"

"The officers and soldiers of Cen Gang died and injured more than a thousand. Master and Uncle rushed to save the dead. I am afraid they will not come back in the short term."

"Cen Gang..." The white-haired old woman murmured, turning to the gray-shirted old woman, "Who, who is in Cen Gang."

"It's Xiaofeng, Xiaofeng is in Cengang."

The old woman in gray shirt sighed.

"He's going to die too, dead, dead, all dead." The white-haired old woman murmured and turned around, and the bamboo stick tremblingly touched the ground.

The little novice monk only said that the relatives of these two women were also in the army. The Japanese pirates are rampant and there are many casualties in the army. They want to come and worry about the safety of their families. He sighed, returned to the temple, knelt in front of the wooden fish and muttered.

The way down the mountain is slower than the way up the mountain.

"Mother, let me help you rest for a while." The gray-robed old woman looked for a stone, dusted it with her sleeve, and carefully helped the gray-haired woman sit down.

Not far away, the children are still singing: "...pea cake, light it red, the blind ate it and opened his eyes, the lame ate it and threw it off, the bald ate it and the pigtail..."

The old white-haired woman listened ignorantly, and suddenly said: "Wu'er also likes to eat pea cake. I don't have one at home. I have to buy it for him... I am going home."

"Okay, let's go home now." The old woman in gray shirt replied obediently.

"Back to Huizhou, back to She County."

"...Mother." The old woman in gray shirt was shocked when she didn't expect her to say this.

"In the past few years, I have wronged you..." The white-haired woman groped her face with her gray shirt, "Wu'er did such a big business in vain, and you have never enjoyed a day."

"Mother, don't say that...Sit down and I will ask for some water for you to drink."

The old woman in gray shirt hurriedly turned her back, wiped away the tears that she didn't want the old woman with white hair to notice, and moved forward. After only five or six steps, I heard something behind me. Looking back, two masked men appeared from nowhere, holding sharp swords, and stabbing at the old woman.

"Mother!" she yelled in horror.

The old woman couldn't look at it. Although she didn't know what happened, she also noticed her daughter-in-law's screams. Instead of being surprised or hiding, she smiled instead...

The moment the sword edge pierced the old woman, a slender bamboo branch suddenly pierced out of the sloping ground. The bamboo leaves on the top were verdant, seemingly weak, but they kept the two long swords away.

One person in a blue shirt squatted down in front of the old woman, and smiled at the masked man: "What are the two names?"

"Where is the wild Taoist priest, get out!"

Naturally, the masked man would not pay attention to him. The sword flicked, and several sword flowers bloomed and attacked Lan Daoxing. I saw the long sword as bright as silver, the bamboo branches were green and the bamboo leaves were dripping, and when they separated after a while, the face towels of the two masked men were cut apart by the bamboo branches...

"Don't leave yet?" Lan Daoxing smiled, "I would advise, and the face is fine. If the waistband is cut, it will not look good."

After a short fight, the masked man realized that he was definitely not his opponent, looked at each other, turned and jumped away.

"Mother, mother, mother..." The old woman in gray shirt rushed to the old white-haired woman, calling out repeatedly.

The white-haired old woman was motionless. Although she was not injured, she was breathless.

Lan Daoxing turned around, checked her pulse, and sighed: "The number of life is over, please don't forget to change." He leaned on his back and walked slowly down the mountain, the old woman in grey shirt staggered. Keep up.

The inner hall of the inn courtyard.

Cen Fu hurriedly walked past, and this summer before he could greet him with something to eat, he saw him walking across the inner hall with a solemn expression and heading straight to Lu Yi's room.

"There must be something wrong." This summer, with inconvenient legs and feet, he pushed Yang Yue up to listen to the wall, and Yang Yue shook his head.

After a while, Cen Fu came out. This summer, he hurriedly greeted him to come and eat the meal, and he took care of him and brought it to his face.

"What's the matter?" She graciously pushed the whole dish of Sixi Shaomai over.

Cen Fu glanced at her, but did not hide her from her: "Zhao Wenhua, do you know?"

"Master Zhao from the Ministry of Industry, who doesn't know."

Cen Fu nodded: "Master Zhao was demoted as a common citizen because of the disadvantage of building Zhengyang Tower."

"Zhengyang Tower?" I remembered this summer, "It's Shengshang's new house. I heard that construction started last year and it hasn't been repaired yet? I can't blame Shengshang for getting angry. However, why didn't Master Yan help me? Help your son?"

Zhao Wenhua recognized Yan Song as his adoptive father, an important cadre of the Yan Party, and had been in the DPRK for many years. Although Yan Song was offended by privately offering Baihua Immortal Wine to the Holy Spirit last year, fortunately, he sent a lot of gifts to remedy him. Could it be that Yan Song still has a gap in his heart and deliberately does not help?

Or, is this what Yan Shifan meant?

"What did your eldest son say after hearing this?" asked Cen Fu this summer.

"The eldest son said-‘oh’"

"That's it?"

"That's it."

Cen Fu has started to eat siu mai.

I was fascinated by the side this summer, and even the buns forgot to gnaw. The more I think about it, the more I think it is possible: Yan Shifan must have seen Zhao Wenhua's dissatisfaction with the Baihua Immortal Wine. , How could you easily let him go.

Lu Yi was alone in the room, frowning between his eyebrows, and he was thinking carefully about the demotion of Zhao Wenhua, as A Rui said, then maybe it was planned by Yan Shifan and his first move. Zhao Wenhua was Hu Zongxian’s backer in the dynasty. He was demoted, and no one spoke in Hu Zongxian’s dynasty. Once impeached, especially Tongwa, he would definitely die. This is probably Yan Shifan’s second move; Three moves...

As A Rui reminded, if he helped Hu Zongxian, he would also be charged with Tongwa. If Hu Zongxian's charges are fulfilled, he will not be able to escape the relationship, and then it will be difficult for him to talk to his father.

What makes Lu Yi puzzled is why Yan Shifan thinks he will help Hu Zongxian?

Since entering Zhejiang, the evidence he has checked has been harmful to Hu Zongxian, and he has no friendship with Hu Zongxian. There is no reason to help Hu Zongxian.

At night, Lu Yi is at the table, half wearing a plain robe, reading at night with a light on.

The window lattice was knocked on by a bamboo branch. He got up and opened the window. He saw the blue road pedestrian silhouette flying out and stopped on the roof ridge not far away waiting for him.

Closed his robe and turned off the lights, Lu Yi jumped out of the window and caught up with Lan Daoxing.

Both of them were triumphant, jumping all the way, flying over the walls, silent like moon shadows, and did not stop until Lan Daoxing was in a remote old house in Hangzhou.

"Wang Zhi's mother, just passed away this morning." Lan Daoxing said briefly.

Lu Yi frowned.

Lan Daoxing added: "It's not what you think. She is dead and not killed. However, you are not wrong. Someone wants to kill them."

"Where is this place?"

"This is the house where Hu Zongxian gave Wang Zhi's mother a special pardon last year." Lan Daoxing saw Lu Yi wince and shrugged, "This house has been sealed for a long time, and Hu Zongxian never thought of them. Dare to come back...Go, I will take you to see her."