As soon as Madame Furong turned her head, she saw Li Wanzhou, who disgusted her to the extreme.

"What kind of thing are you, the master speaks, and you dare to interject." Mrs. Furong was angry when she saw Li Wanzhou. Today, she came back to tell Hou Ye about Li Wanzhou's situation, but Hou Ye ignored her at all. It is only said that Li Wanzhou is just acting on orders.

Although Li Wanzhou was ordered to sell the house, the anger of the ladies could not be spread to the Hou Ye, so they could only be sprinkled to Li Wanzhou. At this time, seeing that Mrs. Furong fired at Li Wanzhou first, they also followed suit and scolded first as respect.

Li Wanzhou's expression was not painful at all.

Li Wanzhou refuted him, and Marquis Wenchang was also a little unhappy, he sincerely wanted to establish Brother Jin as the son. Brother Jin is the oldest, and Mrs. Hibiscus has a stable temperament, so she is the most suitable candidate. But he still patiently asked: "Wanzhou, what do you think?" ”

Li Wanzhou looked at Marquis Wenchang quietly: "The position of the son of this world should be mine." ”

"You?" Lady Fleur was the first to sarcastically say, "I didn't look in the mirror when I went out." ”

Li Wanzhou glanced at her. Mrs. Furong suddenly closed her mouth, oh my God, Li Wanzhou's slanted eyes look very similar to Hou Ye!

Her face turned pale.

Wen Changhou was not stupid, and immediately looked at Li Wanzhou suspiciously: "Wanzhou, what is going on?" You won't be my son, will you? If you look closely, there is something similar between your eyebrows and my eyes......"

But it's just a bit similar. If Li Wanzhou is really his son, it should be Xiao's mother. Wait a minute! No wonder he felt that Li Wanzhou was very similar to the old man some time ago......

"I am." Li Wanzhou made a short but powerful admission.

He looked at Wen Changhou: "I am the son of the woman who once lived in the orange orchard, the son of Su Niang, and your eldest son, Brother Cong." ”

Wen Changhou looked at him with wide eyes and repeated his words: "You are, you are Brother Cong?" Brother Cong who is already dead? ”

"I'm not dead. I was saved. But my aunt is not so lucky, she died seventeen years ago, and her body is still in Yizhuang, and there is nowhere to bury her. ”

Whether his mother is alive or dead is not so important, it is important that he is still alive. His eldest son is still alive!

"Brother Cong has a birthmark on his left foot!" Wen Changhou suddenly said eagerly.

Li Wanzhou simply sat down, took off his shoes, removed his socks, and revealed the birthmark on his left foot.

Wen Changhou's eyes reddened: "You, you are really my brother Cong......"

He wiped his tears, cried and laughed: "God has mercy on me, my son is still alive!" But the son of the slut died! ”

At the beginning, Brother Cong was in good health and rarely fell ill, and Song Mingjie was sick and weak in his mother's womb. As a man, he naturally prefers a child who is in good health, rather than a person who is sick all day long and seems to be out of breath in the blink of an eye.

But Brother Cong is gone, Kangde Junjun took good care of Song Mingjie, and Song Mingjie's body finally improved.

The mind in his heart gradually let go.

But one day, he found out that his wife was secretly giving Song Mingjie Wushi San.

Wen Changhou excitedly took Li Wanzhou's hand: "Good boy, you have suffered all these years. Tell me about your father, why haven't you recognized your father in the past few years? ”

The father and son recognized each other and sighed.

Mrs. Hibiscus secretly walked up to Mrs. Hibiscus and whispered, "Sister Hibiscus, your previous efforts were all to make wedding dresses for others......

When Mrs. Hibiscus heard this, her face was unwavering.

Marquis Wenchang pulled Li Wanzhou and left a room of women behind.

He is already old, and at this time he needs an adult son to support the doorman, not a room of ignorant dolls.

Compared with Wen Changhou's excitement, Li Wanzhou was very calm, and even when Wen Changhou said that he would change his surname back to "Song", he just responded lightly: "Okay." ”

Mr. Kang walked into the door, saying that he had something important to report, and when he saw Li Wanzhou, he swallowed back the words.

Wen Changhou smiled and said: "Mr. Kang has something to say, Zhou'er is not an outsider. ”

Manager Kang looked surprised, what happened when Hou Ye called Li Wanzhou so intimately?

"Hou Ye, Ma Si is here."

"Oh, let him wait in the West Courtyard."

Wen Changhou thought about it and decided to investigate the eldest son's ability again: "You wait outside later, listen to it." ”

Of course, Ma Sizhi heard about the fact that Marquis Wenchang sold the house to raise money to return to Qin. Wen Changhou was actually forced by the pressure of the eldest princess to pay back the money.

When he came this time, he couldn't wait to tell the news of the eldest princess's imprisonment to Marquis Wenchang.

"What a retribution!" When Wen Changhou heard this, he smiled wrinkledly.

"That prostitute actually harbored the Di's fine work...... Look at how she argues this time! He let out a long sigh of relief, "I don't have to pay back the money after all." ”

"Master Hou, the lower officials still have a plan, they can tie the knot with the lady of Qin at one time, so that she will always make trouble for Lord Hou all day long." Ma Sizhi smiled softly.

"Oh, Mass speak quickly!" Marquis Wen Chang already hated Qin Xiang very much, and he couldn't wait to get rid of him immediately.

The night was thick, and when Ma Sizhi left the Marquis Wenchang Mansion, there were more silver tickets with a total of 500 denominations in his sleeve pockets.

He still rode in a sedan chair, walking back and forth, and finally got off the sedan chair and bought some rice noodles from a shop near his home, so that the store could deliver them to his house tomorrow.

He bought some snacks and went home with them in his sleeve.

There is a lamp in the yard, and the fourth aunt has already gone home, and A-Niang is still doing needlework under the lamp at this moment.

The two children had long since fallen asleep, and occasionally heard a cough or two.

When the mother saw him return, she asked him if he had dinner.

He put the snack down and smiled, "The child has used it." A-Niang, don't do it again, be careful of hurting your eyes. ”

"I'll stop doing it for a while." Mother Ma responded, and said, "There is still hot water in the pot, you go and scoop the hot water to freshen up." ”

"The boy still has something to do. A-Niang rested earlier, so she didn't have to leave the door for me. ”

Since the son entered the Dali Temple, this routine is not normal, although the mother is worried, she is also accustomed to it: "Then you should be careful." ”

Ma Si went straight down, walked out and closed the courtyard door, and then braved the night and went straight to Baoxiang Temple.

It was already late at night, and the old monk who had befriended him had not yet slept, and was inspecting the table full of medicinal herbs in the room.

Xiao Shami led Ma Sizhi into the door, and the old monk raised his eyes to look at Ma Sizhi carefully, and then shook his head: "Your complexion is a little bad." ”

As soon as the little novice left, Ma Sizhi took out the silver tickets from his sleeve pocket and put them all on the table: "There are a total of five hundred pieces here." ”

The old monk sighed: "This is the most money you have taken in the past few years." But the complexion is also the worst. ”

Ma Si slumped in his chair: "If you want more money, you have to pay more." These 500 guan are just a deposit, and after the deed is completed, there will be 500 guan. ”

He offered a good policy, Wenchang Hou Dayue, rewarded him with 500 guan, and promised to give another 500 guan after the deed was completed.

The old monk sighed again. Ma Sizhi couldn't stand it anymore: "Old monk, don't sigh and sigh, you will sigh all the luck!" ”

The old monk wanted to speak again and again, and finally said some good news: "This time, I may be able to dispense the antidote." ”

Ma Sizhi is also a poor man, the two children were restrained by others with poison, he had to obey his words on the surface, and secretly asked him to quietly develop an antidote.

It's a pity that his medical skills are limited, and it took two years of research and development before he figured out the composition of the poison.

"That's great." Ma Sizhi said tiredly, unable to hear the joy. He was so tired.

Ma Sizhi collapsed on the chair and fell asleep, and the old monk continued to develop an antidote.

But at this time, Xiao Shami rushed in anxiously: "Oh no, no, no, the senior brothers said that there are Di people who are drunk and cause trouble near Baoxiang Temple, and they also stabbed a big official!" ”