Zhe Jinchun

Chapter 307

At this time, Juehui no longer called Du Xiaoqi a hypocrite, but resumed the previous title.Afterwards, she smiled softly, there was no ridicule in that laugh, only compassion and pity that surpassed all.

She paused for a while, then said slowly again: "Du Xingjian has been locking us up, but he didn't get rid of us like the girl said. The girl said later that Du Xingjian should still be waiting, wanting to wait Let's see if there is any possibility of Huan's recovery. However, when the first emperor passed away, the crown prince ascended the throne, the country was renamed Zhongyuan, and when the world pardoned, Huan's family was not included. At that time, we had been imprisoned in Zhuangzi for more than a year One day, the girl suddenly told me that we might not live long, she was not sad, she just felt sorry for us. Later she smiled and said that she was finally relieved, because only she died, she The child...may be able to survive."

"Hula", a gust of wind suddenly hit, the dragon groaned suddenly in the bamboo forest, and a few green leaves were blown off by the wind, flying and spinning in mid-air, and finally, quietly falling to the ground, scattered dust.

Du Guangwu looked at the fallen leaves in a daze.

He is listening to a story now.A story with twists and turns, but in line with all common sense.And the protagonist in that story is his biological mother.

Huan's Daojing, Huan Jiuniang.

An ordinary-looking, slightly stuttering, noble and gentle girl.

This girl is his mother.

She gave him life, and was willing to die for him, but left him the chance to live.

Juehui turned his eyes and glanced at Du Guangwu, with a pitiful and desolate expression: "Since the new emperor ascended the throne, there have been many more guards around the farm, guarding Zhuangzi so tightly that not even a bird can fly. When we went out, our life became more and more difficult. We ate leftovers every day, and sometimes even the girls had to eat them. At that time, I thought that Du Xingjian was going to starve us to death in the village. But the girl said, no. The girl said that although Du Xingjian was ruthless, he could not bear the charge of killing his wife. He would not dirty his hands, and someone would definitely do it for him. What happened later It also proves that the girl is right. Du Xingjian did not make a move by himself, it was a concubine next to him... Mrs. He, Mrs. He has a son, the third in the clan, his name is... Du Guangyuan .”

Du Guangwu listened blankly to her words.

He suddenly felt cold.

He was a little surprised that he would feel this way.

The summer evening should be the most pleasant and comfortable time of the day, but he felt extremely cold.

The bone-chilling coldness rises from the bottom of his heart one by one, his heart, hands and feet, his fingertips and even the top of his hair, every tiny place is constantly bubbling out. air conditioner.

He trembled uncontrollably.

"On the night of November [-]th in the first year of Zhongyuan, the He family and her younger brother He Jingyan led dozens of He family servants, pretending to be bandits, and bloodbathed the farm. First, they killed all the servants of the Huan family, and then the He family Do it, strangle the girl." Juehui's calm voice came over, the voice was soaked in the coolness of the mountain wind, and it was indescribably desolate to my ears.

Du Guangwu's expression was dull, and his whole body was like a stone statue standing in the depths of the bamboo forest.

Juehui stared at him, silent.

The shallow moon was hanging behind her at this moment, and the light of the moon was faint, revealing the sadness and loneliness all over her body.

She smiled at him suddenly, and said in a calm voice: "I was stabbed three times in the back, but I didn't die. I heard the man with the knife call He's 'eldest sister' with my own ears, and I saw He Shi... put the rope... around the girl's neck. I will never forget that face of He Shi..."

Her voice suddenly softened, like a whisper, rustling in Du Guangwu's ear.

"That night, the weather was not cold at all, but the snow fell extremely heavily. The candles under the porch shone red light, and large flakes of snow kept floating for a whole night..." She stopped slowly The voice, the look of bewilderment, seemed to be sunk in memory.

At that moment, a strong and warm smell of rust lingered in Juehui's nose.

It was the smell of blood.

There were more than [-] masters and servants of the Huan family, all of whom died in that desolate farm.

This rust-like taste has lingered in her dreams for many years, until now, it also makes the bottom of her tongue slightly sweet, and her throat is fishy.

Juehui coughed lightly and turned around.

Du Guangwu stood upright on the spot like a clay sculpture.

After a long time, he grinned and laughed "hehe".

His laughter was so ugly, almost like crying, but he couldn't stop laughing at all.

Yes, he survived, humble and humiliated, like an abandoned dog.

No, he is worse than a dog.

The paparazzi is still protected by a bitch, but he is alone. Because he is the son of a servant girl of low birth, he is called around and drunk, and even a decent servant can step on him.

Leftovers, leftovers, and leftovers of lard with white flowers, he has eaten these too.

Just like his biological mother, he also ate these foods, from childhood to adulthood, he did not know how much he ate.

And even if it was such a way of living, it was his mother who sacrificed her life for it.

He should be happy, shouldn't he?He should be thankful that he has such a "loving" father. Out of the importance he attached to his heirs, and out of the shrewdest consideration of a gentry lord, he left his son and killed his mother, and with the help of a lowly concubine, he solved the embarrassing situation. People have trouble with headaches.

The main wife is dead, and the son born by the main wife is also a male, so he should be changed to a concubine, and he can be raised under the name of any concubine. Anyway, there are not many people who know about it.

Du Guangwu's laughter gradually stopped, but his face twisted in an instant.

Du Guangyuan, Du Sanlang, his dear third brother, really got an excellent biological mother.

The He family, as expected of her birth as the eldest daughter of the He family in Jiangyang, took a piece of bloody credit and bought her son a bright future.

Du Sanlang, who has always been regarded as a genius by the clan, Du Sanlang, who is brilliant and has excellent opportunities, has almost no rivals in the mansion.

The two sons of Du Xiaoqi's first wife, Yu Shi, did not have the support of their biological mothers, they just pretended to be the sons of the first sons in vain.And the son of Du Xiaoqi's third wife, the Zhou family, is still too young to compete with Du Guangyuan.As for the other bastards, who can outshine Du Sanlang?
For her own son, the eldest daughter of the He family, she calculated every step accurately.

Du Guangwu staggered a few steps, leaned against the bamboo beside him, panting heavily.

It turned out that the truth was so ridiculous.

He, a legitimate son with half of Huan's blood in his body, was kept in the dark like this and raised like a dog for more than ten years.

(End of this chapter)