The Queen of War

That night, beauty Wang didn't sleep well. She frowned and woke up from her sleep from time to time for fear of being caught back to the palace.

The first ray of sunshine in the morning, through the canopy window, gently sprinkled on the cold ground, illuminating beauty Wang's bloodshot eyes.

The door opened slowly, and an elderly man dressed as a farmer came in with a basket on his back.

"You are..." he just entered the door, but saw Yan Ying and grandma Feng cutting vegetables and preparing to cook.

Yan Ying was very short and mother-in-law Feng was very ugly. He turned his eyes and fainted to the ground. He thought there were two demons in his house!

"You scared me again." Yan Ying smiled and said to grandma Feng.

He felt that the man must not have been stunned by himself. I have been driving in the Qin palace for so many years, but I haven't scared to death. All this must be the credit of the ugly woman in front of us.

"I must have been frightened by you!" mother Feng said in reply without showing weakness. "Who has ever seen such an old child? It looks like a tree demon."

They often quarrel and attack each other's shortcomings, but they are not angry and have long been used to it. In fact, sometimes they think it's a very happy thing to know each other. In the past, I only thought I was extremely ugly. Now I feel very comfortable to see someone even uglier than myself. Of course, none of them would admit that they were the ugliest one and thought the other was the one.

Hearing the sound, Zhong Wuyan hurried out and saw the old man lying on the ground. She said angrily, "stop bickering and help him to bed!"

Anyway, the white haired old man lying on the ground is likely to be her biological father. How could she let these two bad guys scare him to death?

Yan Ying hurriedly carried the old man to the bed as easily as holding a child.

As soon as he put the old man down, Mrs. Feng stretched out her pointed fingers and pinched the old man with her sharp nails.

"Ah..." the old man screamed with pain.

Among the people, there was a bright red bloodstain.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw grandma Feng's terrible face and almost fainted again.

"You are not allowed to faint again!" said Mrs. Feng quickly. "If you faint again, I will pinch you again. Be careful to peel off your skin!"

The old man trembled with fear.

"God, this monster is really terrible. He doesn't even give me the right to faint!" he thought desperately, "God, why do you treat me like this! There are many monsters in the house in the daytime!"

Seeing this, Zhong Wuyan hurried forward. She was wearing a hat and could not see her face clearly, so the old man was not too afraid when he saw it.

"Don't be afraid, old man. We are all good people," she said quickly. "We have something to ask you this time."

She looked at the old face and identified it carefully. The farmer was so thin that his eyes were just a small gap, which could be ignored. Obviously, they are not half alike. Will his wife be like himself?

Zhong Wuyan hopes in her heart that the farmer in front of her is her own father. She doesn't want to have a blood relationship with grand master Xia, and doesn't want to have any entanglement with the Xia family.

"What's the matter?" the farmer looked at the woman wearing a hat and asked tremblingly.

"Did you have a daughter nineteen years ago?" mother Feng asked anxiously.

The farmer listened and nodded.

"When did she disappear?" Yan Ying asked.

The farmer thought for a moment and said, "it's like when she was six or seven."

Zhong Wuyan listened, and her heart tightened. This coincides with her age when she was adopted by master Zhong.

"Where did you lose it?" Granny Feng asked.

"I lost it when watching the Lantern Festival." the farmer didn't dare to look at grandma Feng's terrible face. He turned his face to one side and hurriedly replied, "there were too many people that day. My wife took her there. Then she got lost and never found it again."

Just a girl, even if he was lost, he didn't mind and didn't look for it seriously. What's more, soon after, master Xia was desperately looking for Xia Lichun, and he didn't have a chance to look for it again.

"After more than a year, we will leave the Taishi mansion." the farmer said in detail, for fear that if anything was omitted, she would annoy grandma Feng.

He always felt that grandma Feng could take out his heart to beat his teeth at any time. Her sharp nails must be much more powerful than her own kitchen knife. Just one click, she can cut her chest and kill herself.

"So does she have any characteristics?" Zhong Wuyan asked.

The farmer thought about it and shook his head carelessly. "It's just a girl. I don't mind too much. Only my wife knows what she has."

"Where is your wife now?" Yan Ying and grandma Feng asked.

"Dead!" said the farmer reluctantly. "She has been dead for many years. I thought she could give me another son. Who knows, since the girl lost her, she has suffered from a strange disease and can't afford it. Later, Xia Fu was afraid that the disease would infect, so he let us move out. In less than a year, she went to hell and couldn't even eat the peaches in this peach forest!"

At the thought of his poor wife, the farmer's dry eyes faintly burst into crystal tears.

All these years, he has been living alone and has no more wives and children. Of course, this has nothing to do with his special love, because he is so poor and ugly that no woman will marry him.

Mrs. Feng was a little disappointed.

"Then, how old was the little daughter of grand master Xia when she died?" Yan Ying thought and asked.

Hearing this, Zhong Wuyan's heart immediately mentioned it to her throat.

"One year older than my daughter," the farmer said without even thinking. "After my daughter disappeared, the little daughter of the grand master died that year."

Although he didn't even think about it, Yan Ying keenly found that the farmer's face changed slightly.

"How did you die?" Zhong Wuyan asked.

A wisp of unnatural smile appeared on the farmer's face: "I died of illness. The second lady and the second young lady were not in good health all the time, so they left one after another. Of course, we slaves don't know what kind of disease we have."

"Ask him what to do at home?" grandma Feng was impatient. She directly brought a bowl full of water and cut the farmer's fingertips with her sharp fingernails.

A drop of red blood fell into the clear water.

"Pain..." the farmer almost shed tears.

He didn't know what the woman's nails were made of and why they were so sharp? You can almost get the battlefield weapon!