Zhongguo Gong Wulie glanced at his old wife's eyes and sighed in his heart. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

After so many years, the Iraqi people are gone. But since the moment she knew the truth about her death, it has become a dead knot between the husband and wife, an abyss that cannot be crossed.

He could not forgive Chan for what he had done, and Chan had caused her to die a painful death, and had tortured and abused the little children she had left behind again and again.

What he couldn't forgive even more was his ignorance of this matter!

At that time, Emperor Qinglong had just ascended the throne, and his foundation was not stable, and he was busy in the court and military camp every day.

Under the care of the Chen family, the Guogong Mansion was so orderly that it did not bring him any troubles. Serve the in-laws, befriend the concubines, give birth to a son-in-law and raise a concubine. Who in Beijing doesn't praise the Zhongguo Mansion as a model of governance?

No matter how late it is, as long as he returns to the house, Chen will prepare a bowl of hot soup for him and serve him to bed with his own hands. No matter how early he got up, she would get up one step ahead of him, prepare a delicious breakfast for him, and watch him go out.

How fortunate he was to have such a good wife.

However, the truth is so bloody.

I still remember that summer afternoon, when I was still the prince of Zhongguo, I was ordered by the emperor to train in the Xishan camp. The emperor sent someone to arrange an errand temporarily, and he needed to leave for Fengxiang Mansion immediately.

Under the scorching sun, the summer cicadas crouched on the trees and kept clamoring, and they set off from the camp on their horses and hurried back home.

The errand is not complicated, it only takes a few days to go.

He did not send the commander to report back to the palace first, and ordered the soldiers who followed to stand by at the city gate, and he returned to the mansion with only one person and one horse, just to say goodbye to his wife for a short time, pack a few luggage and leave.

Unexpectedly, he just stepped into the courtyard door, but saw a scene that made his eyes split.

On a hot green brick in the courtyard, kneeling was Wu Zhengxiang, who was only four years old. The scorching sun was in the sky, and he was shaky, sweating profusely but pale.

What made Wu Lie especially unbelievable was that the upper half of his young son's body was exposed, and there were two fresh whip marks on his back, and blood was half-condensed and dripping.

He has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and his eyesight is amazing. As soon as his eyes were fixed, he saw that Wu Zhengxiang's exposed skin was covered with deep and shallow scars. Looking at the marks, there are whiplashes, burns, punctures, abrasions, and even burns, which extend from the back to the waist.

These scars, at first glance, are man-made.

He couldn't believe his eyes, thinking he was on a dog day, and the weather was too hot for him to see wrong.

After settling his mind and rubbing his eyes, he looked again, and the scene in front of him still did not change.

Who the hell hurt his young son? How could such a young child be able to do it?!

Since Yun Qing died of illness, he was trapped in the affairs of the court, so he entrusted the entire family to his wife. Especially the child left by Yun Qing, who lost his mother when he was only two years old, and he was worried that he would be bullied in this mansion.

What did Qinglan say at the time?

Under the candlelight, she smiled so gently: "Husband, I will be like Brother Xiang, and I will treat Brother Xiang as a parent." He will not dare to be insulted by any one in this house. ”

The words are still in my ears, so what is going on with this scene in front of me?

Wu Lie was stunned in front of the courtyard gate for a moment, his steps were light, and he was far away, and everyone under the corridor didn't even notice it.

A few thoughts quickly turned in his mind, it turned out that in a place he didn't know, Brother Xiang was actually so devastated and abused. I only blame myself for being too careless, I see him once on weekdays, he will only look at him from a distance, he doesn't come forward to get close, and his temperament is not very lively.

He just thinks that because his mother died early, his temperament is not as innocent as that of ordinary children. Now it seems that more than that, how eye-catching he is!

Since we happened to meet today, we must find out. In fact, there was already a vague answer in his mind. In this Guogong Mansion and in this courtyard, apart from his wife Chen Qinglan, who would dare to publicly whip the second son of the Zhongguo Mansion? Even if it is a concubine, it is also the master.

But thinking of his wife's gentle smiling face, her filial piety in front of her in-laws, and her kindness to Brother Sheng, he didn't dare or want to believe that all this was from her.

Wu Lie's heart ached, he dodged out of the courtyard gate, jumped onto the roof from another road, and quietly sneaked to the eaves of the main house in the courtyard to see with his own eyes.

He was above, looking down from above, and could only see Brother Xiang kneeling, big beads of sweat dripping down his cheeks, but his eyes were full of stubbornness.

In front of him, there was Brother Sheng, who opened his arms, and only heard his voice urgently: "Mother, stop beating my brother!"

Brother Sheng was carrying a schoolbag, but now he was supposed to be listening to Mr. lecture in the front yard, how could he be here?

An extremely familiar voice came from under the corridor: "Brother Sheng, it's this scumbag who has suffered on his own! It's none of your business, you go back to study." The fierceness in his voice shocked Wu Lie's heart, he never thought that from the mouth of his wife, who had always been gentle, he would spit out such vicious words.

After a moment of silence, Mama Wang, who was beside her wife, said, "Eldest son, you just listen to your mother, ah?"

Wu Lie shook his head when he saw Brother Sheng, his eyes were firm.

Mama Wang walked out of the porch, reached out to pull him, and said, "Eldest son, your mother is angry, don't make her angry again." ”

At this time, Wu Sheng was already a twelve-year-old boy, and since he was four years old, he was taught martial arts by Zhongguo Gong himself. He stood like this, as tall and powerful as a pine and cypress, where could a housekeeper pull it?

Seeing that he was unmoved, he still had to protect his younger brother behind him, and his wife's voice became a little sharp: "You are still not my son!" ”

On one side is the mother, who has the grace of birth and nourishment, and filial piety is greater than the sky, and on the other hand, there is a young brother who has no power to resist, and his blood is thicker than water. The twelve-year-old was tormented by such a dilemma.

Under the teaching of his grandfather, Wu Sheng understood from a young age that as the eldest son, the burden of the Zhongguo Mansion would be handed over to him sooner or later. Seeing that his father had been traveling for many years for the sake of this family, he became more and more eager to study martial arts in order to lighten the burden on his father's shoulders.

However, his mother's hatred, like a boulder, often weighed on the bottom of his heart.

This is not the first time this has happened.

So much so that he had to place an eyeliner next to his mother, and told him that if his mother did something to Brother Xiang, he must report it to him as soon as possible. Therefore, he, who should have been listening to his lecture in the front yard, had to rush back to this place immediately.

Wu Sheng's expression was painful, and his voice was suppressed: "Mother! You are angry with me, why bother him?"

I only heard the sound of the tea cup breaking, followed by the sound of the bamboo chair falling to the ground and the sound of the skirt rubbing, and the figure of his wife Chen Qinglan walked out of the cool porch and came to the courtyard exposed to the scorching sun.

Wu Lie could only see her back, and he could also feel the anger in her chest. I saw her walk a few steps quickly, came to Wu Sheng, and ordered: "You get out of the way!"