In the darkroom, there are no windows, and day and night cannot be clearly distinguished. The narrow and cramped space can torture people to collapse in minutes.
In the interrogation room outside the dark room, He Changdi sat at the head of the desk with a cold and handsome face, and waved towards Lai Yue beside him.
"Bring it out."
After a while, the two guards behind Lai Yue brought out a half-dead man and threw him at He Changdi's feet.
This man was wearing a blue dress, with loose hair, pale and haggard face, even more vacant eyes, and that thin waist that seemed soft and boneless, who else could it be if it wasn't Fu Yan.
Fu Yan was stunned, lying on the ground of the interrogation room where the dried blood was still left, as if his soul had been sucked out of him.
He Sanlang lowered his eyes, his cold eyes fell on Fu Yan, "Say, who ordered you to do this?"
Fu Yan trembled all over, hearing He Changdi's question, as if awakened from a dream in an instant.
She raised her embarrassed and dirty cheeks, and begged for mercy with horrified eyes: "Third young master, please, don't lock this servant in that dark room. The servant can say anything, as long as you want to know, the servant can say anything." !"
After finishing speaking, a foul smell suddenly came from Fu Yan's body, it was because of emotional breakdown and physical incontinence...
Lai Yue stood aside and immediately covered his nose in disgust.
A quarter of an hour later, He Changdi came out of the interrogation room first.
He was wearing a black robe, standing with his hands behind his back in the corridor, staring at the darkening night, his straight and slender back looked more and more lonely under the dim light.
Lai Yue also walked to the corridor.
"Third young master, she doesn't know who this person is except that she knows that someone has notified her. The letter was specially given to the third grandma when the old Dingyuanhou was celebrating his birthday, but it happened that she was chosen to deliver the letter. However, she kept the letter ambiguous and never handed it to the third grandma." Lai Yue reported the situation to He Changdi in detail.
The corner of He Changdi's mouth curled up in a cold arc, Xiao Wujing is really pervasive!
Lai Yue didn't hear the master's words, so he hesitated for a while, and asked: "Fu Yan has no value, what should I do?"
He Changdi touched the sapphire finger on the thumb of his left hand with his index finger. The magnetic voice could not hear any emotion, but it made people feel cold for no reason. "Solve it."
Lai Yue was stunned for a second when he heard the answer, and then he had already realized it. He nodded, "Let's leave it to the little one."
Having been with He Changdi for so many years, he has come to know more and more what the word "solve" in the master's mouth means. Although he feels that this method seems a bit harsh, it is undoubtedly the best way. For a traitor with a bigger heart than the sky, death is her best destination.
He Changdi nodded slightly, and walked towards the front yard of the private house, where there was still a person waiting for him, but today he wanted to clean up all these accounts!
In the flower hall, there are already two people sitting.
When He Changdi arrived, the subordinates standing guard in front of the flower hall silently saluted him with fists clasped.
Walking into the flower hall, Xiao Hongyu, who accompanied him in advance, had already greeted him.
He smiled foolishly, "Brother He, since you're here, I'll leave this person to you, little brother, let's go first."
He Changdi patted him on the shoulder.
After a while, only him, Mo Chenggui, and Huang Zhijian were left in the entire flower hall.
He Sanlang went to sit in front of the main seat, raised the corners of his mouth slightly for the first time, such a weird smile not only did not add the slightest beauty to his icy cheeks, but made people feel chills down the spine.
"Uncle Mo, Uncle Huang, sit down."
Mo Chenggui and Huang Zhijian had already stood up when He Changdi came in.
Facing the powerful aura of the third young master, although the two of them had battle-tested for a long time, they just lacked that captivating aura.
This directly led to emotional tension between the two.
Although they know that such emotions are the most undesirable for them, it is like a stress response from the body, which is completely out of control.
Mo Chenggui and Huang Zhijian looked at each other suspiciously, and then sat down nervously.
There was no one else in the flower hall, the three of them were sitting almost facing each other, the whole flower hall was so quiet that one could hear a needle drop on the ground.
Sometimes the more silence you have, the more tense you are.
It's been a long time since He Changdi spoke, and the two of them couldn't hold back.
It was Mo Chenggui who spoke first: "I don't know why the third young master invited us here today?"
He Changdi's deep eyes glanced at him, "Why did I invite Uncle Mo? Does Uncle Mo really have no idea?"
Mo Chenggui's scarred face trembled, and his heart skipped a beat after hearing He Changdi's slightly sarcastic words.
He thought of a possibility, and suddenly stared at He Changdi with wide eyes in surprise.
"Yes... is it the third grandma?"
"Although Uncle Mo is old, he has a good memory."
As soon as He Changdi admitted, the sweat on his forehead suddenly came out like water. It was obviously still a chilly early spring night, but Mo Chenggui's underwear was already soaked with sweat.
Half an hour later, the sound of horseshoes sounded at the door of the private house. He Changdi, wearing a black brocade cloak, got on his horse, took his people away at a high speed, and disappeared at the end of the dark street.
Mo Chenggui and Huang Zhijian stood at the door of the private house, each of them was leading a horse, but their faces were obviously ugly as hell.
The dim light in front of the private house shone on the faces of the two of them, and Mo Chenggui's scarred face seemed to be covered with a layer of waxy straw paper.
He murmured exhaustedly, "It's over, it's over, everything is over, brother, this time I got you in trouble for my brother."
What else could Huang Zhijian say, but he just shook his head and smiled wryly. This time it was indeed Mo Chenggui's fault. He was the one who tabooed disloyalty. Although he had a good intention, he told the truth about such an uncertain matter. Madam, this is indeed a stupid move.
There are family generals in the families of military generals with a little background, and their generation of family generals basically came out with the old man, which is the oldest and most respected wave.
After the family general and the patriarch have made an alliance with each other, they must be loyal to the master for three generations, otherwise it will be regarded as a betrayal, and it seems that the following family will suffer, but it is not.
Once he became the family general of a certain general, the family head had to protect the future of the family general for three generations.
If the head of a family changes, the family will directly follow the next head, and the oath of blood is still valid.
Huang Zhijian and Mo Chenggui knew that the next head of Jing'an House would be either the Second Young Master or the Third Young Master.
The eldest young master only found a job in Beijing, and he will inherit the title in the future. He cannot be the next generation of patriarch. The family will obey the orders of the patriarch, not the heir who inherits the title.
If there are special circumstances, it is also possible that the person who inherits the title and the position of Patriarch is a person, such as Bo Jing'an.
Just according to this momentum, the next head of the He family is very likely to be the third young master.
Once it is confirmed that it is the third young master, Mo Chenggui has done such a thing, it is certain that the relationship between them and the third young master can only be voided.
This also ruined the future of three generations of their family in disguise.
The future of a family of more than ten is just because of one sentence, it really comes from the mouth.
The thing had already happened, even if Mo Chenggui regretted it now, it would be of no use.
It was Haishi when He Sanlang returned to Jing'anbo Mansion.
In the Great Wu Dynasty, it was already time to fall asleep at night.
After entering Songtao Garden, He Changdi also learned that Chu Lian had just fallen asleep and Nanny Zhong was cleaning up the casserole.
He Sanlang sensitively smelled the smell of herbs in the casserole, frowned and asked, "What is this?"
Grandma Zhong smiled all over her face, "The soup I made for the third grandma is for my health. Don't worry, the third young master, Fang Zi has been seen by Miracle Doctor Miao. It's no problem. This soup is cooked by the old slave himself every day. "
He Changdi felt relieved after hearing Nanny Zhong's assurance.
"The third young master just came back from outside, it's getting late at this time, do you want some supper?"
He Changdi shook his hand, untied the cloak on his body and handed it to Nanny Zhong, and went into the room.
He went out to do errands for most of the day, but he didn't see the little face he was thinking about for most of the day, so He Sanlang thought very hard.
He paused at the door of the inner bedroom before walking directly to the bedroom.
There was a dim light in the bedroom, and he could see everything in the room clearly.
He Sanlang walked directly to the bedside with his long legs, and raised the gauze curtain beside the bed with his hand.
I saw only a small bag bulging in the middle of the wide bed.
He Changdi looked at the bulging little bag, and the coldness in the depths of his eyes slowly melted, and even brought a smile on his face.
He gently sat on the edge of the bed, pulled off the quilt, and soon saw a soft little face flushed and sleeping.
The night in early spring was as cold as water, and Chu Lian was most afraid of the cold. The bedding before going to bed was obviously heated by Xiyan and the others, but after she lay down in it, she cooled down again not long after.
This villain seemed to be born made of ice. He slept in a warm bed all night, but his hands and feet were still cold.
Chu Lian had a head of smooth black hair, some messy strands covering her small face, He Changdi reached out and smoothed the hair along her cheek, kissed her lightly on her cheek, and then touched her again The hands and feet under the brocade quilt.
It was as cold as he thought.
He Changdi frowned, covered her with the quilt, and then went to the clean room to wash and change.
As soon as he left, Chu Lian opened her eyes. She reached out and touched the place where He Changdi had just kissed, the corners of her mouth raised, and then she smacked her mouth twice, and really fell asleep.
After He Changdi quickly washed up, he came back and lightly lifted the quilt and took Chu Lian who was curled up under the quilt into his arms.
With a generous and safe chest and the familiar elegant fragrance, Chu Lian naturally attached to the past and buried it in He Changdi's arms.
Both of them were wearing thin pajamas, and they had just consummated their marriage, so they hugged each other so intimately, it would be uncontrollable.
Chu Lian fell asleep, but she didn't feel anything, she just regarded He Changdi as a warm pillow.
This is a pain for He Sanlang.
With the warm and soft jade in his arms, he still can't do anything, the teeth that are really forbearing are about to be crushed.