Lady Gu 10,000 Years
LG-39
On a deep winter night, lightning struck and thunder rumbled. A strong wind blew. The hurried train stopped in front of the directorate.
The directorate door had been broken, and blood splattered all over the wall. There was a corpse in the doorway that did not manage to escape in time.
Gao Yuan jumped off the carriage. A strong smell of blood filled his nose, and he could not help but vomit.
“Fu Sheng... Fu Sheng... Fu Sheng!” He crouched down and shook the corpse in the doorway. Unfortunately, the corpse had long since frozen.
He stood up with a pale face and staggered into the directorate office.
“Fengxu!”
“Ah, you!”
“Gu Chang!”
He called his disciples one by one, but no one answered.
Lightning struck the hall, and he saw the man standing on the stairs. The man was dressed in black and stood upright. His eyes were so cold that it seemed like it would become one with a cold night.
As the man looked at him, Gao Yuan felt like he had seen Asura in the darkness.
Gao Yuan said with fear and anger, “You.... You... killed them... You... You killed them all?”.
The man's lips formed a cold smile. “Let me ask again, where is my child?”
Gao Yuan's eyes turned red. “They don't know! Why did you kill them?”
The man said calmly, “So, you know about that?”
Gao Yuan stiffened.
“Great uncle!” Accompanied by the rapid sound of horse treads, a seventeen-year-old youth rushed in anxiously.
Gao Yuan's eyes twitched. “Who asked you to come! Back!”
The man snorted.
“Great uncle.” The young man came to Gao Yuan's side and looked at the arrogant man. He frowned and said, “I recognize you! You are the one who snatched our room in the courier post!”
“Back!” Gao Yuan shouted.
“I won't be back!” The young man pulled out his sword and glared at the man. “If you dare touch my great uncle's hair, I will kill you right now!”
When the man heard his threat, he did not even lift his eyelids. “Chancellor Gao, I will give you one last chance. I'll count to three. If you still don't tell me where my son is, I'll kill your little grandson.”
“You dare?!” The young man shouted loudly.
“One.”
Gao Yuan broke out in cold sweat.
“Two.”
Gao Yuan clenched his fists.
“Three.”
“I'll say -” raung Gao Yuan.
“Very late.”
As the man's cold voice fell, a long sword pierced through the young man's heart.
“Qi Lin—” Gao Yuan screamed and sat down!
The boy sitting on the edge of the bed looked at her strangely. “I'm here. What's up, Great Uncle?”
Gao Yuan looked at the familiar home and then at the young man in front of him. He breathed a long sigh of relief. He wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and said, “It's okay. I'm having nightmares.”
“What do you dream of?” Qi Lin asked curiously.
“Oh.” Qi Lin revealed his understanding. After all, he could not remember what dream he had when he opened his eyes. “Oh right, Great Uncle, the decision for you to continue with your official duties has been issued. From today onwards, you are the Rector of the directorate again! Huh huh? Great Uncle, why are you unhappy?
Gao Yuan did not answer. He wiped away the cold sweat on his forehead and grabbed his arm tightly. “Lin’er, promise me one thing. Whatever happens in the future, do not provoke this one person.”
“Who is this?”
“Yan Jiuchao.”
…
In Bai Manor's backyard, two large mutton, carrots, and scallion pancakes went into Yan Jiuchao's stomach.
Young Master Yan was in a good mood after being full. He looked at the little boy beside him and opened his mouth.
“I Bruiser!”
Young Master Yan closed his mouth.
Shortly after, he opened it again.
“I live in Lotus Flower Village!”
Young Master Yan closed his mouth again.
He opened his mouth for the third time.
“My sister made scallion pancakes!”
The highest level being a chat box not only spoke in his own words, but also spoke in the words of others, leaving others speechless!
Young Master Yan looked at Bruiser gloomily. Little Bruiser was embarrassed. He smiled awkwardly. “Tell me what you want to say. I won't interrupt.”
Young Master Yan: I don't say it anymore!
Yan Jiuchao moved her sleeves and walked up the stairs with a calm expression.
Even though he was shameless, Uncle Wan still had some shame and always obeyed his bottom line. He was standing by the wall. When Young Master Yan came, he chased after him anxiously. “Young Master, this time you've gone too far. You are Young Master of Yan City, how can you casually eat something from an unknown child? Do you know the boy? Do you know who he is? Are you not afraid someone will take the opportunity to poison you?
“It's true we can't just eat his food for free,” Yan Jiuchao agreed.
Uncle Wan was stunned at first, then tears welled up in his eyes. After working so hard for so long, the young master whose ears were as hard as stone finally listened to his advice!
Yan Jiuchao pointed to the three carriages behind him and said to the guard, “Send to the little man.” This can't be considered as eating it for free, can it? He traded it for stuff.
Uncle Wan, who felt like he was shot in the knee: “..”
“What are you waiting for? Aren't you going to visit Yan Manor? Yan Jiuchao looked at Uncle Wan with dissatisfaction.
Oh, you still remember Yan Manor? But the congratulatory gift is gone! What's the point of going empty handed?! Uncle Wan had no choice but to persuade Yan Jiuchao to remain on the carriage. He rushed back to the mansion and hurriedly packed many congratulatory gifts.
Due to time constraints, he could not get three carriages. There was only one small car left. However, what made matters worse was that by the time he finally managed to drag the congratulatory gift, Yan Jiuchao had already fallen asleep while hugging the large scallion.
In the end, Yan Jiuchao could not go to Yan Manor.
Uncle Wan dragged the carriage filled with presents and prepared to meet Miss Yan and Madam Yan.
Originally, they had thought Young Master Yan had arrived personally. The Yan family formation was extremely majestic. Not only did they invite all the guests to watch, but they also nearly presented the ancestral tablet.
In the end, they only saw Uncle Wan.
Uncle Wan had aged ten years since the morning after meeting the troublesome young master. He did not look like a high-ranking servant at all. Instead, he looked like someone doing odd jobs in the garden.
They then saw the train he was dragging. An antique vase that lost a leg (a car hit him with a bump), a wooden chair that lost its paint (the car had rubbed when he dragged it), and a wooden chair that lost its paint, The moldy Baiyue Frosted Tomato Pancake (His Majesty gave it to him last year, but he forgot to eat and threw it away).
Everyone: This-this is not a visit to the Yan family, but to humiliate them!
Madam Yan did not manage to catch her breath. He rolled his eyes and fainted.
