Xi Yu stood in the dim room, constantly thinking about the next plan in his mind.
"Children, you must find a dead child, otherwise this scene will not be enough." Xi Yu whispered to himself, with a resolute light flashing in his eyes.
He turned around suddenly and shouted at the black shadow in the corner of the room: "Go and handle this matter immediately! If you really meet a child who is similar to Xi Ping'an, if you die, you must buy it at a high price."
The black shadow moved slightly, and a low response came out: "Yes, Prime Minister."
A hint of ruthlessness appeared on Xi Yu's face. He knew the importance of this scene and could not be made any mistake.
The secret guards shuttled through the streets and alleys like ghosts.
Their actions were swift and secret, and they did not attract anyone's attention.
Finally found one.
When the secret guard found a farmer, the farmer was immersed in grief.
The secret guard looked at the small body, and although he felt a little reluctant, he still felt a little worried about negotiating with the farmers.
"Our master heard that you have a newly-dead child here and are willing to buy it at a high price." The secret guard said expressionlessly, but a hint of eagerness appeared in his eyes.
The farmer raised his swollen eyes, his face full of shock and confusion: "What do you want this child to do?"
The secret guard frowned slightly and said in a deep voice: "You don't need to ask more about this, just know that the price we paid is enough for your family to live without worries."
The farmer hesitated for a moment and finally nodded under the temptation of money.
The secret guard immediately took out a bag of heavy currency and handed it to the farmers, then carefully picked up the child and turned around and left.
The secret guard rushed back to the Prime Minister's Mansion without stopping.
When they stepped into the Prime Minister's Mansion and came to Xi Yu, Xi Yu's eyes lit up instantly.
He walked forward quickly, looked at the child carefully, and showed a look of satisfaction on his face.
"Well done!" Xi Yu nodded slightly.
The secret guard was relieved and retreated silently.
Xi Yu looked at the child in his arms and felt a complicated feeling in his heart.
Outside the Prime Minister's Mansion, there was a solemn and sadness. The white elegy couplet swayed gently in the wind, as if it was also telling endless sadness.
Xi Yu looked dull and his whole body seemed to have been removed from his soul.
He quietly watched people come to mourn his deceased children one after another.
He kept shouting, "Why is God so cruel to take away my child?"
At the gate of the mansion, people looked sad, some were crying silently, and some were sighing in a low voice.
A woman walked up to Xi Yu and comforted her softly: "Sir, I am so kind to the change. This child must have gone to a better place."
Xi Yu raised his head slightly, looked at the woman with empty eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Thank you...but I...I really can't accept it."
At this time, several children looked around in the crowd curiously, and they didn't understand why it was so sad.
A slightly older child pulled the corner of his mother's clothes and asked, "Mom, why are so many people crying here?"
The mother gently stroked the child's head and said softly: "Child, a baby has passed away. Everyone is very sad, so come and pay tribute to him."
In the mourning hall, Xi Yu looked at the child lying on the spirit bed, his heart was as if he was being stolen.
He slowly walked to the edge of the spirit bed, gently stroked the child's face, and tears couldn't stop flowing down.
"Child, why did you leave like this? You are still so young..." He shouted in pain in his heart.
The sound of sorrow echoed in the air, adding to the atmosphere of sadness.
Xi Yu stood at the door of the mourning hall, watching the mourning crowd coming and going.
Xi Yu straightened his body and looked at the people who came to pay their respects. His voice was hoarse but firm, "Everyone, Xi Yu is not close to you, but you are not a friend, but I am very grateful in my heart. That hateful evil man took away my child so cruelly, and made Mrs. Gan missing. If this revenge is not avenged, I will not be a human being!"
In the crowd, someone comforted softly: "Sir, don't be too sad. It's important to take care of yourself. That evil person will definitely be punished."
Xi Yu nodded slightly, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.
"Thank you for your concern, I will definitely make that evil man pay the price."
Outside the Prime Minister's Mansion, the crowd of mourning continued to flow like a tide. Xi Yu stood in front of the mourning hall, looking sad and full of grief.
Several wives came to Xi Yu quietly, with sad faces.
Xi Shi gently held Xi Yu's hand, with tears in his eyes and said gently: "Husband, don't be too sad. It's important to take care of your health. The child has a spirit in heaven, and he doesn't want to see you in such pain."
Xi Yu turned his head slightly, looked at the ladies, and sighed silently.
In the crowd, Wenxuan looked solemn and moved forward slowly with the team.
She was filled with emotion and felt sad about Xi Yu's experience. Finally, she arrived at Wenxuan. He quickly walked to Xi Yu, bowed deeply, and said sincerely: "Sincerely mourn and follow the changes. Such disasters are really accidents."
Xi Yu looked at Wenxuan, nodded slightly, and his eyes showed gratitude.
"Thank you Wenxuan."
That dark place was so quiet that it seemed as if you could hear the sound of your heartbeat.
Song Shuwen sat in a simple corner, eating the bowl of hot rice in front of him, but his thoughts were floating where they were floating.
The person who delivered the meal appeared quietly as usual, and his figure seemed blurred in the dim light.
He said in a low voice: "After this meal, I will take you to a place, and then you will know why your life is saved."
Song Shuwen raised his eyes slightly, looked at the man, but said nothing, just picked up the bowl silently and ate the meal mechanically.
His heart was filled with doubts and uneasiness, and he didn't know what was waiting for him.
But he understood that at this moment, there was no choice but to obey. Every bite of rice was filled with a hint of bitterness.
Song Shuwen thought secretly, what kind of secret is hidden behind this? Where will his destiny go?
After dinner, Song Shuwen was taken out of the dark place.
The moment he stepped out of the hole, the faint light made his eyes narrow slightly.
Only then did he realize that he seemed to be in a cave.
Continue walking forward, the damp smell in the air becomes stronger and stronger.
Song Shuwen's uneasiness was gradually expanding.
At this moment, two men suddenly appeared and blocked his way.
One of them said coldly: "Wear the eye mask and don't remember the route."
Song Shuwen's heart tightened and subconsciously wanted to resist, but looking at the other party's cold face and strong body, he knew that he had no power to resist.
In desperation, he could only nod in silence and agreed to their request.
The moment she put on her eye mask, Song Shuwen's world fell into darkness.
He can only feel the surrounding environment through hearing and touch.
The fear and doubt in his heart were intertwined, making his heart beat faster.
In the darkness, time seems to be infinitely extended.
Song Shuwen didn't know how long it had been, but he only heard the man who was delivering the meal say, "It's here."
Then, the man took his blindfold away.
Song Shuwen slowly opened his eyes and adapted to the sudden light.
He found himself in a house where the layout was simple and mysterious.
In the middle of the room, a man wearing a mask sat. Judging from his figure, he seemed to be a man.
The man spoke, his voice low and powerful: "My surname is Song, just call me Lao Song."
His words seemed polite, but his tone was very tough.
Old Song leaned forward slightly, stared at Song Shuwen, and continued, "I heard that our family is also named Song?"
Song Shuwen nodded slightly.
Lao Song asked again: "I heard that you have excellent medical skills?"
Song Shuwen hesitated for a moment and replied, "It's okay, just be sloppy."
A glimmer of hope suddenly ignited in Lao Song's eyes, and he said slowly: "The reason I kept you is to hope that you can use medical skills to save my mother. But there is a prerequisite, from now on, you must follow me. If you don't want to..."
Old Song paused, and his tone suddenly became cold, "I'll kill you."
Song Shuwen's face turned pale in an instant, and endless fear surged in his heart.
His brain was running rapidly, thinking about his situation. He knew that he didn't have much choice at this moment. But he didn't know what future he would face when he followed this mysterious old Song.
He bit his lip and said with difficulty: "I...I need to think about it."
Old Song snorted coldly, "You don't have much time to think about it, I'll reply to me as soon as possible."
After saying that, Old Song waved his hand and signaled the people next to him to take Song Shuwen down.
Song Shuwen was taken away from the room and felt in chaos.
He didn't know how to make a decision, whether to take the risk of rejecting Lao Song, betting on his own life, or obey Lao Song, and embarking on an unknown path from then on.
Song Shuwen was taken back to the dim room, and the man who was delivering the meal stood aside and said coldly: "I will only give you one day. The eldest mother is not very sick, otherwise I will not give you any time to consider it."
Song Shuwen's face was solemn and his brows frowned. He lowered his head slightly and fell into deep thought.
I kept tangling in my heart: "Do you really want to obey? Do I really want to be loyal to this mysterious boss? But how should I make a decision? I want to live, but is this choice really correct?"
His eyes were sometimes confused and sometimes firm, and his hands were unconsciously clasped together.
He repeatedly weighed the pros and cons in his heart, and it seemed that two villains were arguing fiercely in his mind.
A villain said, "Person, only in this way can we survive."
Another villain retorted loudly: "You can't surrender easily, who knows what kind of danger will be next."
The man who delivered the meal looked at the silent Song Shuwen and snorted impatiently: "You'd better make a decision quickly and don't waste time."
Song Shuwen raised his eyes slightly, glanced at the man, but still didn't say anything, but lowered his head and continued to immerse himself in his thoughts.
In the Prime Minister's Mansion, the funeral atmosphere was still heavy and depressing. The white elegy couplet fluttered slightly in the wind, as if telling endless sadness.
Many well-known people from Youzhou City came to pay their respects, and the scene was solemn and solemn.
Sun Quan led people from the Youzhou Chamber of Commerce to slowly walk into the Prime Minister's Mansion.
They bowed respectfully in front of the mourning hall to express their condolences.
Time passed quietly until noon.
Xi Yu ordered people to bury the child.
To make a fake show, the grave has been built long ago.
In the suburbs, the breeze blows gently, with a hint of coolness.
Xi Yu stood in front of the newly built grave, his eyes full of complex emotions.
He kept looking around, still holding a glimmer of hope in his heart, hoping to see the behind-the-scenes pusher appear.
However, time passed by minute by minute, and there was no trace of that person.
Xi Yu frowned slightly and sighed in his heart: "Maybe it won't come."
The people who came to see him off stood not far away, and their faces were also filled with sadness.
Xi Yu looked at everyone and felt a warm feeling surged in his heart.
Xi Yu stared at the grave quietly.
The wind in the suburbs blew gently, bringing up some dust.
The child's grave stood quietly, as if telling endless sadness.
Xi Yu looked around again, and the disappointment in his heart became stronger and stronger.
The behind-the-scenes pusher still did not show up, but Xi Yu didn't think he had done something wrong.
He thought to himself: "What I did must be useful. Sooner or later, the wicked will show his strength. I will make him pay the price for his evil deeds."
The wind gradually became stronger and blew Xi Yu's hair.
Xi Yu dragged his heavy steps back to the Prime Minister's Mansion.
The mansion is still shrouded in a sad atmosphere, the white elegy couplets flutter slightly in the wind, and the sound of sorrow and music seems to be still echoing in my ears.
However, before the behind-the-scenes pusher appeared, he knew very well that he could not make the news public.
Tuoba Yu rode a horse and galloped on the winding path. The wind blew her hair, revealing her firm and beautiful face.
Her eyes were staring at the front, and she was calculating the distance from Youzhou in her heart.
Gradually, she found that she was getting closer and closer to Youzhou.
However, Tuoba Yu suddenly felt a little restless at this time.
She frowned slightly, and a trace of worry appeared in her eyes. She thought to herself: "It's been so long, will Xi Yu forget me?"
Xi Yu's face kept popping up in her mind, and those memories of the past surged like a tide.
"There are so many women around him, why do you still care about me?" Tuoba Yu sighed lightly, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
She held the reins tightly, as if looking for a little comfort.
It seemed as if two villains were constantly arguing in Tuoba Yu's heart.
A villain said, "He must still remember you, and the relationship between you is sincere."
Another villain retorted: "Don't be stupid. He has so many women around him, how could he care about you?" Her heart was swaying in these two voices, and she became more and more irritable.
The wind was still blowing, but Tuoba Yu's mood was as heavy and confused as if she was shrouded in dark clouds.
She didn't know what was waiting for her, so she could only continue to move towards Youzhou with a nervous mood.
The afterglow of the sunset shines on the earth, covering everything with a warm orange-red layer.
Tuoba Yu came to a small inn, and she gently dismounted and tied the reins to the wooden stake next to her.
When I walked into the inn, there was a faint smell of fireworks.
Tuoba Yu found a seat and sat down and ordered a dish.
She looked at the small shop quietly. The owner was a woman, with a faint sadness on her gentle and tired face.
There was a child next to the woman.
Tuoba Yu's heart moved and asked softly: "Where is your man?"
The woman was slightly stunned, a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes, and she sighed softly: "The man died shortly after the child was born."
Her voice was filled with endless melancholy, as if she was recalling those wonderful times in the past.
Tuoba Yu looked at the woman and the child, and a sympathy surged in his heart.
She could feel the strength and helplessness of a woman, and under the pressure of life, she took her children forward with her difficulties alone.
Tuoba Yu sighed softly, his eyes full of pity, and said, "You are really pitiful."
The woman lowered her eyes slightly, but a gentle smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she said softly: "It's pitiful, but I'll be happy if I have children by my side."
Tuoba Yu also smiled on his face after hearing the woman's words, and agreed: "That's right."
At this time, the woman spoke again, with a hint of emotion in her tone: "I feel much better than the Prime Minister."
Tuoba Yu was slightly stunned and asked curiously: "Why do you say that?"
The woman's eyes fell on the child and said slowly: "Although the Prime Minister's Mansion is rich and prosperous, he is immersed in sadness at this moment. Although I live a difficult life, I have children around me. This warmth cannot be exchanged for no amount of money."
Tuoba Yu's face was full of surprise, his eyes widened slightly, and he hurriedly asked, "What's going on in the Prime Minister's Mansion?"
The woman lowered her head slightly, and a hint of sadness appeared in her expression. She slowly said, "I heard that the Prime Minister's son died and the funeral was just held today."
After hearing this, Tuoba Yu was shocked and felt as if he had been hit hard by a heavy hammer.
"What happened?" she murmured to herself, her face full of disbelief.
Xi Yu's figure suddenly appeared in her mind, imagining how sad he should be at this moment.
Tuoba Yu's eyes became complicated, with worries, sympathy, and a hint of heartache.
She thought silently in her heart, how should Xi Yu bear such a blow?
The woman looked at Tuoba Yu's shocked look and shook her head gently, without saying anything else.
She turned around and went to work hard on the store, leaving Tuoba Yu alone in shock and worry.
Tuoba Yu sat there, feeling irritated.
Tuoba Yu hurriedly finished the meal, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his heart.
She stood up and paid for the meal, so she couldn't wait to go to Youzhou quickly.
Her eyes were full of anxiety and worry, and Yu Yu's figure kept popping up in her mind. She was eager to know what happened to Yu Ping'an.
She turned over the horse and raised the whip, and the horse ran away like an arrow.
However, halfway through the journey, she suddenly remembered the woman in the store.
She moved her heart and hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to go back and ask the woman about the cause of Xi Ping'an's death.
Tuoba Yu turned his horse's head and rushed back with a whip.
Her heart was filled with anxiety and kept urging the horse to speed up.
When she returned to the inn again, the woman was busy packing the table.
Tuoba Yu hurriedly dismounted and walked quickly to the woman.
Chapter completed!