Rebirth 1993: I am not a white lotus

Chapter 474 Decisive Battle (3)

Gu Mo saw Song Man gesturing to him at the door of the dining room, and at this moment he couldn't get out, so he winked at Han Xiaoxiao.

The atmosphere in the room was very strange, Han Xiaoxiao received Gu Mo's signal, stood up and quietly exited the dining room.

"Why are you here? Is it...?"

"Hush!" Song Man dragged her to a hiding place.

"The man who just went in has a needle in his hand, so be careful."

"Ah? Yang Deshu?" Han Xiaoxiao looked back in surprise, "Is he going to poison?"

"No, pay more attention, maybe his target is Yang Ziyu."

Han Xiaoxiao couldn't figure out the reason, no matter who his needle was aimed at, it was extremely dangerous, and he couldn't let him mess up today's situation.

"I'll tell Gu Mo, don't worry."

After the two separated, Ding Yanlin got out from behind the flower shelf not far away.

"The second uncle has a needle in his hand?"

Ding Yanlin remembered what he saw when he sneaked into Yang Deshu's room last night.

I heard that the Tang family in Beijing suddenly changed their normal routine and treated Yang Deshu as a guest of honor for several days.

Ding Yanlin, who likes to eat, sneaked in just to see if he had brought himself the Eight Great Pieces of the Capital.

As a result, a never-before-seen device was found in his bag.

Among them was a glass tube filled with a light blue liquid, and the greedy little chubby sneaked some out, planning to go back after the feast to see if it could be eaten.

"Alas!" Ding Yanlin pulled out a greasy duck leg from his trouser pocket, bit it hard, and then cast his eyes wildly, with a melancholy expression on his face.

Swords were on the verge of breaking out in the room, Yang Ziyu squinted his eyes slightly while holding his forehead, his complexion was very bad.

"Don't be mad at me, these three poetry collections are my sister's posthumous works, why can't I take them away?"

"Grandma, what is your identity? Even if the dead Yang Ziyu is your sister, you are at least over 100 years old this year, right?"

Yang Ziyu smiled coquettishly, "Oh dear grandson, do you think my aunt is that old?"

Gu Mo has a dark handsome face, this old fox does not eat oil and salt, and is very good at Tai Chi. She said that she has been hiding her identity and purpose very deeply for a long time.

It's time to let go of your shackles.

"Grandma, I got something by accident. To figure out what era it belongs to, at least it's a very weird title deed before liberation."

"Title?"

The person who screamed was Yang Deshu standing behind Yang Ziyu.

Gu Mo was slightly surprised, and couldn't help but look at Yang Deshu secretly. The information he got showed that Yang Deshu had no stains in the army before his demobilization.

After returning to Yang Ziyu's side, she behaved well and devoted herself to managing the Yang family's property. She lived in seclusion and rarely showed her face in public.

Knowing that he was losing his composure, Yang Deshu hurriedly pretended to be coughing and groped his throat, "I'm sorry, the ancestor's family is indeed looking for a land deed. Mr. Gu was still wondering if the Yang family was his distant relatives, but now it seems that there is no need at all." Doubt, we are a family."

"Oh?" Gu Changdong was very interested in what he said, "How can we tell that we are relatives from a land deed? Instead of recognizing relatives by dripping blood?"

Yang Deshu paused, not knowing whether it was because of excitement or the warm wind at noon, his body was shaking slightly.

It was hard to find out, the needle in Yang Deshu's hand had just plunged into Yang Ziyu's arm, and before he could push the injection into it, he was hit on the wrist by a flying teacup.

"Ah?" Yang Deshu held his wrist in pain, and glared at Gu Mo opposite him with sinister eyes, "What are you doing?"

"I'm the one asking you this, right?" Gu Mo stared at Yang Ziyu who had been rubbing his temples with his head down, gloomy.

(End of this chapter)