That night, Mrs. Wang felt uncomfortable looking at a woman with a special status who would always claim to have her son's flesh and blood.
Logically speaking, she should be happy that her son is pregnant, but these pregnant women all have special status, which is really uncomfortable.
After much thought, the old lady decided:
"You few will be placed in a courtyard outside the capital, with no worries about food and clothing. The one who gives birth to a son will be rewarded with fifty thousand taels of silver. The one who gives birth to a daughter will be rewarded with ten thousand taels of silver. I can still raise the child until he is fifteen years old."
After that, the old lady did not care about the attitudes of her daughters-in-law, and left with a blushing face, leaving only a few women kneeling stupidly in the room.
Within one day, Duke Zhenguo completely became a joke in the whole capital, and Zhao Laoliu was also remembered by all the dandy boys in the capital. Everyone silently set a bottom line in their hearts, that is, not to be Zhao Laoliu's second son.
two.
Compared with Zhao Laoliu's absurd life and the trouble he caused to the Zhenguo Government after his death, Zhao Wuyou was very lucky that he left that family early.
In the evening, the autumn wind was bleak, but Zhao Wuyou's palms were sweating, fearing that he would get another ostentatious prop in this lottery.
As the blue light circulated, Zhao Wuyou also became excited. He eagerly hoped to get a more useful weapon.
"Ding, unfortunately, the host did not receive any reward this time."
"Fuck," even if you give me a hairpin and a belt, how can you not give them both? Is this ridiculous?
Zhao Wuyou angrily drained the glass of wine in his hand. He had nowhere to vent his depression and could only place his affection on the wine on the table.
What was originally a celebration banquet to celebrate the glorious death of his enemy Zhao Laoliu suddenly became distasteful.
Early the next morning, Zhao Wuyou got up early. Today was an important battle for his men to clean up the Divine Sword Sect. How could he miss it.
In order to remain mysterious, Zhao Wuyou specially changed his cloak to look more like a street performer.
He held a long sword in his hand, had long hair shawl, and wore a bamboo hat on his head to hide his face. After getting dressed, Zhao Wuyou came out of the house and went all the way to the main altar of the Divine Sword Sect.
The headquarters of Shen Dao Sect is located in a valley. The autumn wind is bleak and the fallen leaves are flying. It is a good day to grab territory.
As a person who is meticulous about everything, Zhao Wuyou is used to controlling the overall situation. He cannot tolerate mistakes and pays attention to hitting the target with one hit.
This was why he secretly arranged for his men to train for a month to collect who was behind the Divine Sword Sect and how many masters there were. It was not until the day before yesterday that Zhao Wuyou knew all the information and then issued the order.
Similarly, Mulu was also such a person. He had been waiting for the meeting place with Zhao Wuyou for a long time. It was not until he saw Zhao Wuyou coming from a distance that his heart fell to the ground.
"Why did you come so early?"
Mu Lu scratched his head in embarrassment and said in a low voice:
"I couldn't sleep, so I thought I could come earlier and observe the situation."
"Are the troops in place?" Zhao Wuyou said coldly. Before every big event, he seemed to be a different person, ruthless and quiet, terrifying.
"Everyone has gathered above and below, just waiting for you to personally order the attack."
While Mu Lu was talking, he was still staring at the towering buildings in front of him, for fear that someone would break out and ruin his plan.
However, Zhao Wuyou was not nervous. He calmly looked at the main altar of the Divine Sword Sect in front of him. He smiled to reassure Mu Lu and asked him to convey the order. Everything was carried out as agreed upon.
In the main altar of Shen Dao Sect, Duan Chou Chou, the leader of Shen Dao Sect, was holding a grand banquet to celebrate his fiftieth birthday. Many of his subordinates came to congratulate him on his birthday and presented him with heavy gifts one by one.
As the deputy sect leader second only to the sect leader, Ke Shoucai was a little absent-minded at the moment. He knew that after tonight, the world of the Divine Sword Sect would change, and that he, Ke Shoucai, had a share of the credit for making this happen.
Duan Chou Chou didn't know that he was already being remembered. He just wanted to retire from the world and pave the way for his son Duan Xiaohuo. This was why he held a grand birthday party.
When the time came, Duan Chou Chou held a wine glass in his hand and was particularly festive in red clothes. He stood in the middle of the banquet and looked at the guests who came to celebrate his birthday with a smile.
"Everyone, there are people from my Shen Dao Sect among you, as well as friends from the world. You have given me enough respect by coming to Duan's birthday party today. Let's have a drink together. It is also my thanks to everyone for taking the trouble to come.
I wish you a happy birthday."
"Master Duan please..."
"Time flies, my old Duan has gone from being active and unknown to becoming famous now, and it is indispensable without your support. Now, my Shen Dao Sect is on the right track, and the dog Duan Xiaohuo has gradually matured. In the future, the Shen Sword Sect will be slow
I'll leave it to Xiao Huo to take over now. I hope you all will remember me and take good care of the dog."
"..."
After some pleasantries, Duan ChouChou successfully pushed his own son to the forefront, but he did not notice the smile on the deputy sect leader Ke Shoucai's face that was uglier than crying.
In the evening, everyone drank for three rounds, and the singing and dancing performances were at their best. Duan Chou Chou smiled and hugged the shy beauty in his arms. He was also feeling in his heart that his fifty years had not been in vain, and he should enjoy it in the future.
life.
Ke Shoucai winked with the confidants around him, who nodded silently, and then walked to Duan Chou Chou with a plate of longevity noodles.
"Master, it's time to eat longevity noodles."
The man knelt down respectfully and held the plate over his head.
Duan Chou Chou stroked his beard gently, smiled and asked his servants to take the longevity noodles.
He smiled and said:
"Longevity and longevity. I, Old Duan, will strive to live another thirty to fifty years and see our Shen Dao Sect develop into the largest sect."
Everyone sitting next to him greeted him respectfully:
"Master Duan has a long life and a boundless life."
Duan ChouChou was so flattered that he lost his eyes in laughter, and wrinkles appeared on his withered face.
He picked up the chopsticks with a smile and put the longevity noodles in the bowl into his mouth.
"Master, how does this noodles taste?" the person who delivered the noodles asked meaningfully.
"The noodles are not bad, but a bit..." Duan Chou Chou spat out a mouthful of blood before he could finish his words. He looked at the young man in front of him in disbelief as he served the noodles.
He pointed his trembling fingers in front of his face, his eyes full of fear. He never thought that his fiftieth birthday would actually become his death anniversary.
The chopsticks fell to the ground, which also symbolized the end of Duan Chou Chou's life.
"Ah..." The woman in his arms couldn't help but scream when she saw Duan Chou Chou died. The guests around him also stood up. They urgently needed an explanation.
Ke Shoucai loved to do all kinds of dramas. He looked sad, but his eyes were full of smiles. He walked forward, lay down next to Duan Chou Chou, and shouted loudly:
"Master, Master, what's wrong with you? This is..."
Duan Xiaohuo, who was greeting the guests below, was also a little anxious at the moment. He walked forward in three steps and two steps at a time, lay down in front of his father, and shouted in pain:
"Dad..."
Duan Xiaohuo and Ke Shoucai held Duan ChouChou's body and cried more sadly than the other, but neither of them could shed tears.
Just when the guests were all at a loss, the young man who had served Duan Chou Chou a longevity meal stood up, knelt in front of Ke Shoucai, and shouted loudly:
"Deputy Sect Master Ke, you only asked me to serve the Sect Master, but you didn't say it was poisonous. Why did you ask me to kill the Sect Master?"
Everyone was shocked when they heard this, including Ke Shoucai who was holding Duan Chou Chou and crying. He turned around in disbelief and looked at the young man kneeling on the ground with sharp eyes.
"Pikjian, don't talk nonsense. I asked you to bring me face to face. When did I ask you to poison the sect leader?"
The young man named Pi Kejian laughed secretly, took out a movie ticket from his arms, and shouted:
"You only asked me to serve longevity noodles to the sect master, so why did you give me one hundred taels of silver? Why?"
Ke Shoucai narrowed his eyes when he heard this. He didn't believe why this young man would risk death to betray himself. Would this be of any benefit to him?
The scene became quiet for a moment. At this moment, Duan Xiaohuo stood up and said loudly to his cronies:
"Come here, arrest Ke Shoucai and Pi Kejian, the traitors of our Shen Dao Sect."
The cronies who had been prepared for a long time came from all directions, and soon they surrounded Ke Shoucai.
"Why did you betray me?" Ke Shoucai stood up and pointed at Pi Kejian loudly.
"I'm sorry, I'm an undercover..." This chapter has been completed!