Looking at Ming Ze who was like frost and eggplant, Zhiruo sighed inwardly.?                                                                                                                   

Especially Mingze, the three words "the eldest son" are like invisible shackles on him. Now, the revenge of killing his father is suppressed, making him, who is already sensitive and inferior, seem even more helpless.

"Ze'er, think about it," Zhiruo raised his hand and patted Mingze's shoulder half a head taller than her. "Will the person who can frame his father be ordinary people? Will you be allowed to go to the cabinet step by step and have the chance to overturn the case and take revenge? So, what is the difference between you if you can take the scientific examination? Ze'er, think about it carefully, why are some people who are good at being soldiers but can only be soldiers, and those who can be generals are the most powerful in martial arts?"

Mingze was stunned for a long time until his sister had stepped into the house and his back disappeared before he came to his senses, and his eyes brightened. Yes, avenging his father is not just about killing people with martial arts. The father can become a general of the North and defeat the Usolan Kingdom by wisdom and strategy. Didn’t his father often teach Minghui a lesson that the most powerful thing is not martial arts but wisdom?

Well, if he is not in good health, he cannot practice martial arts, but he can practice profound wisdom! In that case, he can also protect his sister and younger brothers and sisters, and also make his father proud of him, and one day he can also avenge his father. Didn’t my sister just say that to find out the enemy who framed his father, martial arts cannot be achieved?

But how to cultivate profound wisdom? This is not a matter of one day or another. In front of him, he should help his elder sister take good care of his younger brothers and sisters and take good care of this family first. It’s not like the sister said that the enemy’s position is still unknown. Their siblings’ lives will be gone first, so any revenge will be empty!

Regaining confidence and finding the direction of his efforts, Mingze cheered up suddenly. After his father and mother had an accident, his face became glorious for the first time. However, suddenly, his steps stopped again. My sister seemed to have changed in the past two days, becoming... with thoughts and vision, and she said it to her ideas, which made people convinced.

It’s not that my sister was not smart before, but my father and mother thought that my daughter should be spoiled. My mother liked to see her daughters beautiful and happy. My sister never had to worry about anything, so her idea was very simple and she had no scheming.

My father often told him and Minghui that as brothers, they must be strong in order to protect their sisters from being bullied in their in-laws' house. That is the responsibility of a man.

But now, in the face of a disaster, he only feels inferior and blames himself and blames others. The sister who has experienced a series of things is stronger and more independent than everyone imagines. Thinking of the words "Sister is here, home is here" that his sister said to them yesterday in front of their parents' grave, Mingze was a little ashamed. His parents hoped that the two brothers could protect their sister and support them. Not only did they not share the burden for their sister, but they worried her.

At this moment, Minghui, who was energetic after taking a bath and changing clothes, hurried over: "Brother, why don't you go in? Are you better with the second and third sisters?"

"Second brother is here, go in, let's go in together," Mingze smiled, "It will be fine, everything will be fine. My father and mother are watching us in the sky."

The two brothers stepped into the room and heard Zhihui leaning against the bed saying, "Sister, I'm fine, I just suffered some cold. I took medicine last night and slept for a long time. It was already very good. Fang's mother didn't let me get up. She said that after drinking this medicine, she had to sweat in the quilt, otherwise I would have been running around alive. Sister, I will definitely be able to go up the mountain tomorrow morning."

Zhiruo nodded and said, "Sister believes you can, but you still have to keep it well today. Don't be exposed to the wind again." Zhihui has been protecting her younger sister Zhixuan for the past few days in prison. The ground was cold and there were only thin straws. She hugged Zhixuan in her arms and wrapped herself in her outer robe to sleep. So, after a few days, the young Zhixuan did not suffer from the wind and cold, but was just too scared and had nightmares.

Xiao Zhixuan, who was nestled in Zhiruo's arms, also said: "Sister, Xuan'er is OK, Xuan'er is also going to see Aunt Zhen and Aunt Lan."

"Well, go, we all have to go. The whole family talks, and no one can be left behind." Zhiruo hugged his sister tightly and replied.

"Sister, are you building a tomb for the two aunts?" Mingze asked. He seemed to hear someone telling someone that Aunt Zhen and Aunt Lan had their bodies burned.

"Well," Zhiruo nodded, "It was said that it was a tomb of clothes, but the mansion was sealed and could not be entered. The things that the two concubines had with them were with them..." Nothing could be placed in those two tombs.

Xiao Zhixuan muttered, "What is my aunt with? Does the veil count?"

Zhiruo and others looked at Zhixuan in surprise: "Is it the aunt who made you a veil? That's yours, not theirs."

Zhihui remembered it and shook her head violently and said, "No, it's Aunt and Aunt Zhen's, their veil. Hurry up, go and see if it's burned." Yesterday, Fang's mother and a few mothers said that the clothes, shoes and socks they wore in the prison for the past few days were about to burn.

Minghui was about to run out, but he heard Zhixuan shouting: "No, Xuan'er is hiding. It's my aunt's thing. I want to keep it, so I secretly hid it and didn't let Fang's mother see it."

Zhiruoqi said: "What the hell is going on?"

Zhihui replied: "My aunt and Aunt Zhen were worried that Xuan'er wouldn't have enough food, so she wrapped their steamed buns in a veil and hid them in Xuan'er's arms. We only found out when we woke up in the morning." Fortunately, the steamed buns were not easy to get bad in the cold weather, so Zhixuan's "dssert" for those days depended on those two steamed buns.

Zhixuan rubbed from Zhiruo's arms, walked to the bed where she and Zhiruo were sleeping, took out a piece of flower cloth from under the quilt, which contained two veils, with the marks and smell of steamed buns on it.

Zhiruo held the veil and his eyes were wet again. He said to Rudong: "Take it to wash, Aunt Zhen and Aunt Lan love to clean the most."

Rudong quickly took it and replied: "Yes, I will go and wash it now. After washing, Xun will take Aunt Zhen’s favorite Jasmine Xiang and Aunt Lan’s favorite Lanxiang."

Zhiruo printed his eyes with a veil and wiped away the tears for Zhixuan, and then said seriously to his younger brothers and sisters: "Crying is useless. Father, mother, and two aunts all hope to see us live well, live with confidence, and live happily and happily. The morning after tomorrow, we will go to Luocheng Village. Do you have anything else to do in Beijing?"
Chapter completed!