Li Dongyang successfully figured out the City Lord's Mansion and joined the stone, and then quietly returned to the inn.

Back in the inn, Li Dongyang lay on the bed and laughed three times, and the laughing stone was full of curiosity and asked what good things he had encountered.

Then Li Dongyang said what he saw, and the stone was also happy, he didn't expect the city lord's mansion to be so chaotic, and he actually cheated in the city lord's bedroom, this taste is a bit heavy.

Or rather, how much that man hated the city lord for cheating on him in his bedroom after his son died.

The stone's question also reminded Li Dongyang, and he patted his head a little regretfully, and he should have stepped forward to ask at that time.

As soon as these words came out of the stone's careful liver, hurry up to persuade and comfort, let's fight the autumn wind to stir up the field, not to be curious about the baby to ask for things.

At dawn, the city lord's face was already blue, the city lord was very tired this night, and he was bombarded by the clansmen, so he really took a fatigue battle, and wanted to make the city lord tired and confused to meet their conditions.

Is it just that the city lord is so stupid? Besides, the strength of the city lord is not a scumbag, and this tactic is not tired and confuses the city lord, but becomes more and more energetic.

At the same time, the city lord also complained about his own people, what can't wait until his son is buried, why do you have to say it now.

"Clan Elder, your conditions are too harsh." The city lord clenched his fists and shouted.

"What's the harshness, your son is dead, I will pass on my great-grandson to you, is it too much to make him the young city lord?"

The clan elder glared, feeling that he had suffered a great loss, he had already made a lot of concessions, and the original intention was to directly inherit the position of the young city lord, and he didn't want to succeed or anything at all.

It's just that the competition is too big, so let's give it some sweetness.

"The position of the young city lord cannot be established." The city lord was angry, and his son was appointed as a young city lord before he died, which was to force him to death.

"Why can't it be?" The clan elder was furious.

Seeing that there was another round of quarrels, at this critical moment, the maid in the house hurriedly came and whispered a few words into the butler's ear, and the butler's face changed greatly.

"What's going on?" The city lord suppressed the anger in his heart and looked at the big girl in his room.

"Back to the city lord, your courtyard was stolen, and someone wrote a poem." The butler stepped forward and replied.

"What?" The city lord only felt that the anger was rushing straight to the heavenly spirit cover, and someone dared to steal it from him!

Without saying a word, he raised his legs and ran to his courtyard, and several elders of the city lord exchanged a look, and they all raised their legs to follow.

The lord of the city soon came to his courtyard, and when he entered the house, he saw that there were not a few treasures left in the hall, and then he rushed into the bedroom to see again, and the good things in the bedroom were the same.

On the wall of the bedroom, next to the mechanism, there is a poem:

The dead son broke his roots, and all the clansmen were united. There was a lot of commotion in the mourning hall, and he was a groom in the bedroom. Don't ask who is picking the flowers, the city lord is happy to be a father.

Thousands of miles of fertile fields were sent, and the city lord wore a green hat on his head.

The level of this poem is really not very good, but the matter is explained clearly, and Li Dongyang's poems are at this level, as long as they can understand it.

The city lord saw the bruises on his face behind him in turn, looked at the furnishings of the bedroom, sniffed and smelled.

Although it is said that a long time has passed, the monk's nose spirit still makes the city lord smell the smell of affection, and the flame really breaks through the heavenly spirit cover.

"Who is it?" The city lord's eyes were instantly bloodshot, as if he was enchanted.

Several clansmen who came later were silent, at this time, don't stimulate the city lord, if the stimulation is too much, it may not be able to settle well.

Looking at the inscription on the wall again, the clansmen looked at each other, feeling that there was something more excessive than them, and they actually gave the city lord a green hat on such a day.

If this is sown successfully, the city lord will not like to be a father, but fortunately, the man's brain is in water, and he left a poem as proof.

"Who the hell is it?" The city lord's voice was full of hatred, and the murderous aura could not be suppressed.

The city lord's wife, who rushed to hear the news, and the city lord's concubines, all changed their faces, one by one, you look at me, I look at you, and they all wonder who did such a shameless thing.

Of course, the lady of the city lord can definitely find out, who let the person who died be her son, how careless she is to do something cheating.

The city lord's wife observed the city lord's concubines with a blue face, these women are here to block her, it is best to kill them all at once, and the province will be upset to see it.

"No one admits it?" The city lord glanced coldly around and said hatefully: "Very good, pull them all down and bury them with a cane!" ”

As soon as these words came out, the concubines' faces turned pale, and they pleaded for mercy one by one, and they tried their best to prove their innocence, they were very wronged.

However, the city lord's wife was a little happy in her heart, but when she thought of her son, this was happy and news, if she had a choice, she wanted to choose her son.

Seeing that one by one couldn't live, someone finally had the upper hand and crawled out to identify them.

"Master, it's her, it's the eighteenth aunt who is cheating with his wild man, it's her."

"Eighteen aunts?" The eyes of the city lord fell on a young and beautiful woman, the woman was not very old, she was only eighteen or nineteen, and she was very exquisite.

Big eyes, curved eyebrows, small dimples, pure and sweet, very popular with the city lord, this woman was snatched by him, the daughter of a poor family.

The city lord asked himself if he had ever treated the other party badly, in order to please the other party, he sent gold and silver and pills, as long as the eighteenth aunt opened her mouth, she would give what she wanted, why did she treat herself like this?

With red eyes, his heart felt like a knife had been inserted, the city lord really couldn't figure it out, he had treated many people badly, and the only one who had not been treated badly was this woman.

"Why?" The lord roared.

"No why, I'm happy." After the eighteenth aunt was identified, she was unflustered, with a smile on her face, a happy smile after revenge.

She pointed at the city lord and smiled, "You know? My greatest joy is to see your son dead.

The greatest revenge I have ever taken is to fish with my favorite man in your room during your wake, and it will be so beautiful that I will never forget it in my life. ”

"Crazy! You're crazy! The city lord couldn't believe his ears, how much this woman hated him to do such a ridiculous thing.

"No, I'm not crazy, I'm sober, I know that my strength is weak, and I can't retaliate against you at all, and I can't retaliate against your wife, now it's okay, God will help me to take revenge on you, it's good!

Do you know? I burned the high incense all night, not for your son, but for that hero, I thank him, I thank him for avenging me, I really thank him. ”

The eighteenth aunt yelled as if she was venting, her face was full of madness after revenge, every word was from the heart, can you see the city lord cut off his children and grandchildren, is there better news in this world!

"You're damned, you're damned!"

The city lord's wife was angry, and she rushed up to tear up the eighteenth aunt, but she didn't expect that the other party was not a fuel-efficient lamp.