Not long after the birthday banquet of Lord Shedong, the right servant of Shang Shusheng, a big event happened.
Master Dong was attacked at the market, but luckily a young hero rescued him, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous. At this time, Jingzhao Yamen was alerted, and after hearing about it, they immediately sent people to track down the group of thugs who were disguised as ordinary people.
Dong Boyu had lingering fears after experiencing this time, and quickly thanked the benefactor. After a few faces, I suddenly felt that this young man looked familiar. After inquiring, I found out that this young hero is not someone else. It is Tian Yi, the son of Huaihua general Tian Meng who attended his own birthday banquet some time ago.
Dong Boyu was deeply grateful and contributed a lot in the affairs of General Huaihua. Originally, he was downgraded due to the unfavorable handling of military affairs. With Dong Boyu's mediation, Tian Meng was only reprimanded by Emperor Yuanjing. Fan, did not do other punishment. Because Tian Meng was going to stay in the capital for two years, Dong Boyu specially invited Tian Yi to be his grandson's martial arts master.
Everyone knows that this is just a name, and Dong Boyu's move is just a disguised promotion of Tian Yi's status. Some discerning people in Beijing saw what Master Dong was doing, but they didn't know what to do, so they immediately turned their attention to Tian Yi and his son.
Although Tian Yi only made a name for himself in Pushe Mansion, he was very conscientious in coming to Pushe Mansion to report every day. As for whether he came to teach Dong Haoyang martial arts, or just came to fight Dong Haoyang, This is incomprehensible.
It is worth mentioning that Dong Zhe'an suddenly got the love of Dong Boyu for some unknown reason. Dong Boyu not only allowed him to have dinner with them, but also specially invited Dong Zhe'an to have a new master. Tian Yi taught him martial arts together.
The fact that Dong Zhe'an was favored caused a lot of fluctuations in the back house of the Dongfu. Dong Wenbo was naturally happy and almost danced, but Mrs. Dong was a little dissatisfied.
"What are you doing, how did you nurture that child together?"
"What is that child, that's your grandson!" Dong Boyu was dissatisfied, finding his wife frowning and looking very unhappy, Dong Boyu slowed down and explained, "That child is also good , is a talent that can be made. I have always been a person who loves talents. As long as the poor scholars are talented and learned, I will try my best to help them, not to mention my grandson? "
"But it's not like you don't know who the mother of that child is, how can you—"
Dong Boyu looked a little hesitant when he heard this, but he still insisted, "What does his mother's identity have to do with him, he is only a teenager, and he is so motivated, how can I Give him a chance!"
Mrs. Dong wanted to say more, but was directly stopped by Dong Boyu, her face was a little unhappy, "Okay, don't say anything, it's settled!"
After saying that, Dong Boyu walked out the door, and Mrs. Dong sighed helplessly.
"Oh, this makes Wen Hui and their mother and son think..."
At this time, Dong Haoyang's mother and son were also discussing this matter.
"The servant has reported it to me. This time, it was Dong Zhe'an who was overheard by the old man when he was reciting "Fu Yunji". "Fu Yunji" can be regarded as the old man's favorite book," Mrs. Dong frowned. He frowned slightly, with a calmness on his face that he had never had before, "I don't know how it could be so coincidental. Dong Zhe'an did not recite it early or late, so he picked the old man to recite it when he went."
"The two of them, mother and son, should have no foundation at all in Dongfu. How did they find someone to monitor the old man's actions?" Mrs. Dong paced back and forth in the room and stopped abruptly, "I always I feel that the few people who were wrong before are inseparable from the two of them."
Dong Haoyang helped Mrs. Dong back to her seat, and filially handed a cup of tea, "Mother, don't be impatient."
"Your guess should be correct. Those people who you think are not right seem to me to be fascinated. Their behaviors and actions are a little slow, and their reactions are not as sharp as ordinary people."
Mrs. Dong was taken aback by what Dong Haoyang said. The teacup was unstable and almost fell to the ground, but fortunately Dong Haoyang caught it in time, "I lost my mind?! Isn't this sorcery?! I'm going to report to the master. Hurry up and invite the eminent monks from Puyun Temple!"
Dong Haoyang stopped Mrs. Dong dumbfounded, "Mother, this is just a child's guess, we have no evidence to convince my grandfather. Besides, if these people are caught, I'm afraid they will be shocked. We don't know what the purpose of these people is now. What, now they are out in the open, we are in the dark, there are so many people watching, we can still get some news. Once the grass is stunned, although some people are eliminated, our situation may become more dangerous. "
Mrs. Dong felt a chill in her heart. She suddenly thought of the poisoning incident before, and her expression was solemn, "What Yang'er said is that this time it's really the mother who is reckless."
Mrs. Dong remembered one thing at this time, "Yang'er, it's strange to say, I have asked people to investigate the identities of those people, and there is nothing wrong with them."
Dong Haoyang chuckled lightly, "That's why I said that those people were deluded, and the real problem should not be them." A glimmer of light flashed in Dong Haoyang's radiant peach blossom eyes, "Mother, send someone It must be kept secret when you are staring, and it is best to change your name. Don't let the next people know about this, otherwise it will be bad if it is found out that we are investigating something. "
"Is the problem with the mother and son in the west courtyard?" Mrs. Dong's face became even more ugly, "I will send someone to watch them, but the name is easy to say, the big deal is the fight in the back house."
"It's just that if the woman in the western courtyard can really confuse people's minds, will your father..." Mrs. Dong hesitated for a while, and then became firm again, "The others are nothing, you mustn't let that woman confuse the old man. and the old lady!"
Dong Haoyang nodded and lowered his eyelids.
There was one more thing he didn't say, that is, the previous attack on Mr. Dong was inexplicable, but it was obvious that those people really wanted to kill Mr. Dong. Although Jingzhao Mansion arrested some thugs, nothing was interrogated. Dong Haoyang also specifically inquired about this matter. As Dong Boyu's grandson, it is natural for him to ask these things. After giving him a little convenience money, the yamen in Jingzhao Mansion naturally did not hesitate to tell him some side news.
What Dong Haoyang cares about most here is that the thugs arrested have the same characteristic, that is, they are in a trance and slow to respond. Although the people in Jingzhao Mansion scolded at most that it was difficult to interrogate, it made Dong Haoyang take heart.
How similar are these people to those in the East Mansion!
To say that there is no relationship between these people, he absolutely does not believe it!
Dong Haoyang's eyes narrowed slightly. The poisoning cases in the Fushe Mansion, the inner courtyard of the palace, and the assassination by thugs in the market are definitely closely related.
But who on earth has such a great ability to infiltrate it
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Dong Haoyang, as always, came to the cold palace where the little brat was on time.
With the passage of time, the wolf-like ferocity of the little cub slowly began to disappear without a trace. Except for the occasional child's awkwardness, there was no other aggressive behavior. This result made Dong Haoyang extremely satisfied, and the food he brought to the little brat naturally showed his mood - it was extraordinarily rich.
It's just that after seeing the food today, the little brat didn't rush directly to it as usual, but circled around him with a wrinkled face, his nose twitching from time to time.
Dong Haoyang slapped the brat out with a slap, raised his eyebrows, "You're not a brat, what do you smell?"
Although the little brat was photographed taking a few steps back, but after he stopped, he swooped up and hugged Dong Haoyang tightly, rubbing his hands constantly.
Dong Haoyang got goosebumps all over his body, grabbed the little brat by the back collar and wanted to throw him out, but the little brat was holding onto Dong Haoyang's clothes and didn't let go.
Dong Haoyang is a shame.
"You'd better give me some reason." Dong Haoyang gritted his teeth.
The little brat rubbed his body again, sticking tightly to Dong Haoyang's body like an octopus, but there was some crying in his voice, "You smell like someone else!"
Dong Haoyang was so shocked by this sentence that he didn't know what to say for a while. After a while, he gritted his teeth and lifted the collar of the little brat, "One last word of warning, get off me quickly!"
Although the previous Heng Rui had a temperament like a wolf cub, how could this sense of smell be like a beast!
Dong Haoyang naturally knows who the other person's taste that the little brat is talking about. Since Tian Yi became his martial arts master in Dongfu, Tian Yi has not less troubled him, teaching a ghost martial arts. Obviously just want to find someone to fight!
Tian Yi must be the only one who can smell on him!
Usually, he would take a shower and change his clothes. Who would have thought that the time was delayed a little today, but fortunately, he didn't do too many tricks today, and he didn't sweat much, so Dong Haoyang didn't change his clothes.
Who knew that the little brat could smell it!
Although Dong Haoyang warned the little brat, the little brat refused to let go. At the end, when Dong Haoyang almost couldn't help beating him, he suddenly felt a wetness on his chest.
Little brat... crying
Dong Haoyang's movements stopped, and the emotions in his heart were a little complicated.
At the very beginning, he did not care less about the child. Although the pain was unbearable, he never cried. At this time, he felt the tears of the little cub, but Dong Haoyang didn't know what to do.
The hand he was about to slap with force was slowly placed on the little brat's head, comforting him one by one.
"Okay, don't cry." His voice was softer than he even noticed.
The little brat raised his head, his dark eyes filled with water vapor, looking extremely pitiful.
"You don't want to be with anyone else."