The Rebirth of the Violent Concubine: The Bright Moon Shields the West Building

Winter gourd lowered his head and ran, not looking at the road or people.

"What are you running around?" Zhao Lingyun shouted while standing in the yard.

Winter Melon heard Zhao Lingyun's voice and stopped outside the courtyard and leaned forward to look in.

"What are you looking at?" Zhao Lingyun said, "Come in."

Winter Melon ran into the courtyard in a hurry, and accidentally slipped somersault.

Zhao Lingyun didn't even look at him, and said to Wang Shunzi, "The longer this man is, the more stupid he will be. Please see the doctor. Can you treat him?"

Wang Shunzi didn't say a word. How would he answer such a stupid question?

"Master, the old patriarch and they are all here," Winter Melon got up from the snow and ran to Zhao Lingyun and said.

Wang Shunzi pointed to Zhao Anyang on the ground, and said to winter melon: "You stepped on him."

Winter melon hurriedly jumped aside, looked down at his feet, and said, "No."

Wang Shunzi: "You stepped on it just now, you stepped on his hand."

Isn't Master Zhao Er's left hand okay after being stepped on by winter melon? Will it break?

"Everyone is here," Zhao Lingyun moved his body, shook his arms, kicked his legs, and said to the gourd group: "Bring Zhao Lao Er, let's go to the ancestral hall."

It was Hulu and just now, one of them dragged Zhao Anyang by one arm, and the two of them dragged Zhao Anyang forward.

Wang Shunzi ran after Zhao Lingyun and said, "Master, you are merciful."

Zhao Lingyun: "The more you say, the more I want to kill him."

Wang Shunzi: "Huh?"

Zhao Lingyun: "Why, Zhao Lao Er is so popular with you? Want you to intercede for him so hard?"

This is really ignorant.

Wang Shunzi spread his hand and said to Zhao Lingyun earnestly: "Master, this is what my prince meant. We are all for your sake."

"Look, my prince knows what he can't do," Wang Shunzi lowered his voice and said to Zhao Lingyun: "You still do it? Then you are not as good as my prince?"

Zhao Lingyun: "..."

Has the **** finally confided his heart in front of him? Zhao Lingchen is too miserable, and Wang Shunzi is even stupid with it.

"It depends on the situation," Zhao Lingyun said to Wang Shunzi, "I am reasonable."

You are unreasonable!

Wang Shunzi stared at Zhao Anyang on the ground again, Zhao Anyang's eyelids were trembling, and this person was already awake. Woke up and pretended to be in a coma, Wang Shunzi touched his beardless chin, and began to wonder if Master Zhao Er was holding back something bad, and after a while, he had to make a big move when he arrived at the ancestral hall.

The **** Wang looked down and looked at his hands again. Is he really going to kill someone tonight?

"Pretend, I let you pretend!" Zhao Lingyun took two quick steps at this time, and when he reached Zhao Anyang, he kicked Zhao Anyang's **** a few times.

"Ah, oops!"

Master Zhao Er exhaled in pain.

Wang Shunzi: "..."

Your ability to pretend to be dead is not good.

On the side of the ancestral hall, the old patriarch asked left and right: "Did you hear any sound? Is there someone screaming?"

"Quah—"

There was a voice over the courtyard.

"It's a jackdaw," a young clan member shouted while looking up at the sky.

"Too crippled," one of the old patriarch's grandsons shivered, hugging his arms.

On a snowy night, standing in front of the ancestral hall dedicated to the ancestor's tablet, listening to the crows calling, if it weren't for the lights, there were many people coming, this is a haunted place!

"Making evil," the old patriarch gritted his teeth and scolded Zhao Lingyun, "Too bad!"

Everyone: "..."

When will he not commit evil in Zhao Xilou?

"Oh, everyone is here," Zhao Lingyun walked into the courtyard with his hands behind his back.

The elder of the old clan was dizzy, but he was reminded by his eldest son that he saw Zhao Anyang who was dragged in by the two gourds.

"What's wrong with Heng Nan?" The old patriarch called out Master Zhao Er's words and asked loudly.

"Throw down the steps," Zhao Lingyun said to Calabash.

With a "hey" Calabash, Zhao Anyang was thrown off the steps of the main hall of the ancestral hall.

"Why doesn't he speak?" the old patriarch asked with an iron face.

"Pretend to be dead, I'll let you pretend to be dead," Zhao Lingyun kicked Zhao Anyang's **** again.

Zhao Anyang yelled again in pain, and hit the ground.

"Quickly," the old patriarch said, "help him up quickly."

The two clansmen rushed forward. Before helping others, the two also gave Zhao Lingyun a glance. If this person disagrees, they, hehe, they still dare not help.

Zhao Lingyun stood with his hands behind his back.

Seeing that this man didn't mean to do anything, the two clansmen hurriedly bent over and helped Zhao Anyang up.

Zhao Anyang was helped to stand up, raising his head so that all the big guys could see his face.

"Oops."

"Oh my God."

"His—"

The crowd screamed in exclamation, sighed, and gasped.

The second master was beaten too badly! This is how the old lady is here, maybe you can't recognize it anymore, right?

"What's wrong with this?" The old patriarch was heartbroken, and asked Zhao Lingyun: "What happened, you want to put such a heavy hand?"

Zhao Lingyun looked at Zhao Anyang, "Do you say it yourself, or me?"

Zhao Anyang is so angry that he can't speak at this moment, and his mind is blank. When has he suffered such a crime and suffered such humiliation?

"Cheng, don't tell me, I said," Zhao Lingyun looked at the old patriarch as he spoke, and said, "Uncle Wu Tang, Zhao Chengzhai is dead. He died at Yufeng Pass."

There are many young people in the clan who have never heard of the name Zhao Chengzhai, but the older generation know who this is. At the moment, the expressions of several elderly people changed, and they exclaimed.

The old patriarch's face turned gloomy, and said, "What do you mention him for?"

Zhao Lingyun: "Everyone is dead, do you still hate him?"

The old patriarch: "What is Zhao Chengzhai doing with my Zhao family?"

This is not someone in our family. What does this person have to do with us?

"His sons and daughters came to Beijing to join in marriage," Zhao Lingyun said: "Just tonight, his little daughter was still ill, and the group had no money..."

"Little Zheng is in charge of everything at home," Zhao Anyang suddenly interrupted Zhao Lingyun's words at this moment: "You come to me, it makes no sense!"

"Old Xu Tou didn't go to you?" Zhao Lingyun asked: "What? I'm in debt, do you know that you have pushed things out?"

"What?" The old patriarch asked in surprise: "Mingdeb? Zhao Chengzhai's sick little daughter died?"

Zhao Lingyun looked at the old patriarch again and said, "Are you looking forward to her death?"

The old patriarch fell backward with anger, and this leaning involved his old waist again, and the old patriarch suddenly gritted his teeth in pain.

"Don't make a mess, the ancestors and ancestors are looking at you!" said Zhao Lingyun, the old chief of the patriarch.

Zhao Lingyun: "Zhao Anyang shut out the three children, Uncle Wu, do you think he did the right thing? Oh, their mother died, and they were buried with Zhao Chengzhai in Yufengguan."

"I said," Zhao Anyang's mouth was swollen, he was barely able to make his own words clear, "Xiao Zheng is in charge of all these things."

Outside the gate of the ancestral hall, Jiang Mingyue glanced at the pale-faced Xiao Zheng, and said coldly: "It seems that the second master is not going to take care of you with you."