Spring comes to the desperate place

Chapter 350 Throw it out

"You are not worthy enough to touch the child of my Gu family." Gu Fengyun was angry and wanted to kick him again, but suddenly Su Fuqing's voice came from behind him.

"Stop." Su Fuqing walked forward with a cold face. Gu Fengyun hesitated and retracted his foot that was about to kick out. He pretended nothing had happened and helped Feng Shichang sit up, but his movements were a little rough.

"Um, ahem, why are you here? Where's the child?"

"The child is sleeping soundly. I left everyone over there. He will be fine."

Upon hearing that the child was safe, Feng Shichang showed a rare touch of emotion on his face. It was not known whether it was because his biological son was right in front of him that the pitiful fatherly love in his heart was revived.

But Su Fuqing was not as moved as one might imagine. He stood in front of Feng Shichang and looked down at him.

"Since I was little, I knew you didn't like me because I was a boy and couldn't carry on your family line. When I was in the Feng family, there were countless moments when I hated you and my elder brother. I even hated my mother. I would rather she give this healthy body to my elder brother than become his substitute and your puppet. I always thought that it would be great if I could give my elder brother back his health, or if I could be a man."

Su Fuqing pulled a mocking smile from the corner of his mouth: "But in fact, we are all wrong. Feng Shichang, do you really want a child who can continue the family line?"

Feng Shichang originally had no reaction to Su Fuqing's words. In his opinion, Su Fuqing was the most useless chess piece in his life. From the moment he slipped out of his control, he had given up on him. However, when this useless chess piece stood in front of him and only asked himself if he really needed a child to continue the family line, Feng Shichang was finally willing to raise his head and take a good look at his son.

He did not answer but asked: "My Feng family is a single-line family, but you asked me if I really want a man. How come the past two years of wealth and luxury have made you forget who you are? Don't forget that even if you change your name, my blood, Feng Shichang, is still flowing in your body, and you can't erase it."

Su Fuqing laughed at him, "So you also know that I have your blood in my body, and the child I give birth to is also the continuation of your bloodline. Then why, after all these years, you have never given me a proper name? Feng Shichang, what are you afraid of? Are you also afraid that all the things you have done in the past will be repaid by your son?"

Song Chunlin was standing outside the door and heard everything clearly, but he stroked his chin and thought for a long time, but he still didn't understand what Su Fuqing was talking about. Could it be something more vicious than forcing a living person to be buried with the dead?

Facts have proved that, of course there was, because after Feng Shichang heard Su Fuqing's words, his face changed drastically. He originally looked down on Su Fuqing, but now his eyes were full of fear. Maybe he himself did not expect that this young man, whom he looked down upon, would actually know what he had done in the past.

No, he couldn't possibly know!

Feng Shichang kept convincing himself in his heart that he had hidden those things very well. He had never mentioned them to anyone for so many years. In fact, all those who went down with him were killed by him. Now their bodies might not even be found. How could anyone know his past?

Although Feng Shichang kept reminding himself in his heart that he had handled things in the past perfectly and no one would know about it, let alone the bastard Su Fuqing.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Su Fuqing knew that he still had some doubt in his heart, so he turned around, walked to the chair and sat down leisurely.

"What a pity." Su Fuqing sighed, then looked at Feng Shichang with a half-smile: "I'll burn down the ancestral hall for you."

When Feng Shichang heard that Su Fuqing had actually burned down his own ancestral hall, he was so angry that his eyes were bloodshot.

"So it's you! You bastard, I should have thrown you into the piss bucket and drowned you, so that when you grow up you wouldn't dare to ruin my life's work! You, you, you, I'll fight you!"

Seeing this, the guard standing nearby hurriedly reached out to pull the man back. Feng Shichang was pinned to the ground, and his fingers couldn't even touch the hem of Su Fuqing's clothes.

“Let me go! Let me go, you bastard. I’m going to kill you! I’m going to kill you…”

Feng Shichang lay on the ground and struggled violently, but as a skinny old man, he was no match for the young and strong guards. After struggling in vain, not only did he fail to break free, but he was exhausted and gasping for breath.

Su Fuqing dusted off the hem of his clothes seriously, as if he was afraid that they would get stained with something dirty.

"Feng Shichang, I regret burning down your ancestral hall and not leaving any evidence to incriminate you. Otherwise, you would be in jail again and would not be released until you die of old age."

Gu Fengyun was completely confused by the two people's riddle. She was about to ask her husband what kind of evidence he had that could send Feng Shichang to jail again, but the next moment Su Fuqing told it herself.

"When I was little, I was very curious. When my classmates made mistakes, they would be punished to kneel in the ancestral hall, but it was different in our family. You were the only one who could enter the ancestral hall, except for a mute slave who cleaned it. When my brother was well, he took me to sneak in and take a look. In addition to the tablets of our ancestors, there were only the statues of the Three Pure Ones, which were just a few clay statues. What secrets are you hiding that make you so afraid of being seen?"

"Until the day you were captured, I smashed the statue of the Three Pure Ones to vent my anger. Guess what I saw inside?"

Su Fuqing leaned down slightly and said softly, "Funeral objects, all of them are burial objects, Feng Shichang, how many tombs did you dig to find so many treasures?"

Feng Shichang lay on the ground and struggled in vain for a few times, but the moment he heard about the burial objects, he stopped twitching like a dying fish.

"…Since you know, why don't you stay?"

"Stay?" Su Fuqing was like hearing a huge joke, "Why should I keep this kind of thing? Do you think everyone is as greedy as you? You even dare to steal things from dead people, so you deserve to be extinct."

Song Chunlin was standing outside the door. When he heard Su Fuqing talk about the burial objects, some of the mysteries from the early years were immediately solved. For example, why did Feng Shichang always want to bury his eldest son with a living person, and was not afraid of retribution? It turned out that his retribution had come a long time ago.

"My Lord, although I now have no evidence to prove that he was a tomb robber, his actions today almost hurt our child. I ask my Lord to punish him severely for Mingzhu's sake."

"You bastard! How dare you! I am your father, Gu Fengyun. How dare you beat and kill your own father-in-law, your son's grandfather? Aren't you afraid that this will get out and your Gu family's reputation will be ruined!"

Gu Fengyun: "Why should I be afraid? Anyway, everyone present here today is my Gu family's confidant. I just need to beat you to death and throw you into a mass grave. Then there will be no evidence. Who would have the guts to say bad things about my Yongyi Marquis Mansion?"

Seeing that the couple seemed to be serious about it, Feng Shichang still couldn't imagine that Gu Fengyun really dared to kill him. Even though he was pinned to the ground and couldn't get up, he still kept shouting that he wanted to kill Su Fuqing and the young master, and use the young master's life to sacrifice to the spirit of his eldest son in heaven.

"This man is beyond saving." Song Chunlin walked in and overheard something, then made a direct conclusion. He was so shameless that he dared to speak so brazenly when his death was imminent. He was simply courting death.

Gu Fengyun ordered his men to cover Feng Shichang's mouth, as the noise made his ears hurt.

"Chunlin, I leave it to you. Take him away. Don't let him crawl back. Don't let him die so quickly. Today is a good day for my son. No bloodshed is allowed."

Su Fuqing also stood up and bowed to Song Chunlin: "Thank you, Young Master Song, for helping me get rid of this evil."

Song Chunlin avoided his gift and refused to accept it. He patted his chest and promised to complete the task. It was an easy job to just throw the person into the wilderness.

After Gu Fengyun took Su Fuqing away, Song Chunlin approached Feng Shichang with a grim smile. The guard wanted to ask how this guy was going to throw the person out by himself, but Song Chunlin took out a dagger flashing with cold light from his arms the next second.

The guards' eyes widened. No, you just took out a dagger without a sheath from your arms so swiftly? ? ?

Except for Feng Shichang who was still unaware of the situation, everyone else in the room swallowed their saliva. Young Master Song was indeed a patriotic archer, as he could walk around with a dagger in his arms. However, his courage was very different from that of ordinary people.

Song Chunlin raised his knife and cut the tendons of Feng Shichang's left hand and right foot. Feng Shichang's mouth was blocked and he couldn't make any sound, but the expression on his face showed that he was in great pain. Song Chunlin didn't care that he was still bleeding. He grabbed him by the back of the neck and dragged him away like a dead dog. The guards wanted to come forward to help but he refused.

"No, no, this old man is so light, I can still drag him. Don't follow him, go back, I will come back by myself when I am done."

The guards watched Song Chunlin drag the man away. After standing there for a while, one of the guards suddenly shouted.

"That's not right. It's curfew outside. How can Young Master Song send someone out?"

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. However, looking at Young Master Song's confident look, it seemed that the curfew was not a big problem. Moreover, seeing how efficiently he dragged people, it should not be difficult for him to avoid the patrolling guards, right?

right?

Song Chunlin couldn't run far dragging an old man, but he didn't plan to run away by himself. Once he was out of the guards' sight, Song Chunlin used his mental power to disguise himself, summoned vines, tied up Feng Shichang again, and then left the capital in a dignified manner, letting the vines carry Feng Shichang.

Song Chunlin himself did not even leave the door of the marquis' mansion. He used his mental power alone to send people into the deep mountains. To be safe, Song Chunlin also asked vines to pick a deep pit and threw him in. There was no one living within a radius of thirty miles there. Even people who came to chop wood did not go there. There were cliffs all around, and even people with healthy limbs would have to work hard to climb up, not to mention Feng Shichang, an old man who had not eaten for a day and had one hand and one leg disabled.

Song Chunlin guessed that Feng Shichang would not die so easily because there was water at the bottom of the pit. In this case, he might be able to live for a while, depending on whether he was strong enough. If he was, he might be able to live for five or six days before dying. However, living long at this time was not what Feng Shichang wanted. He was alone in the deep mountains and forests, dragging a broken body, with man-eating beasts lurking around him. People with weak hearts would be scared to death. Unfortunately, Feng Shichang had a good heart, otherwise he would not have done tomb robbing.

Gu Fengyun didn't care about the follow-up of the incident. He went back to the main courtyard with Su Fuqing. Su Fuqing didn't say a word to him along the way. After entering the house, he sat in front of his son's bed in a daze.

Gu Fengyun asked all the servants in the room to leave, and sat next to her husband, accompanying him as he looked at his son's peaceful sleeping face.

The little guy was sleeping soundly. Looking at his son, Su Fuqing's heart softened a lot.

After a long while, he spoke softly, "What do you think, Lord?"

Gu Fengyun was dumbfounded: "What are you thinking? What did your father do for a living?"

Su Fuqing sighed, stood up and walked to the other side, fearing that her noise would disturb her son.

"He is not my father. He has never acknowledged my identity. I don't need to dwell on the fact that he is my biological father. What I care about is your opinion, Lord Marquis."

Gu Fengyun finally understood what he meant. It turned out that he was worried that he would look down on Feng Shichang because he used to be a tomb robber. It was said that tomb robbing was an immoral business. No wonder Feng Shichang had so many concubines, but only Madam Su gave birth to the twins for him. And one of the boys was a sickly man. Isn't this just like the saying that those who dig other people's graves will have no descendants.

"Since you don't want to acknowledge him, then we won't acknowledge him. Besides, didn't I ask Chunlin to throw him away? Don't worry, he won't appear in front of us again. As for mother...how about I go and talk to her?"

Su Fuqing shook her head: "No need. Ever since that man went to jail, my mother and I have just assumed that he was dead outside. She has almost forgotten about him now. Why bring up the past again? It will only add to her troubles."

Since her husband said so, Gu Fengyun naturally pretended that she didn't know about it. At the same time, she instructed the servants in the mansion that no one was allowed to mention what happened tonight to anyone else, otherwise they would be driven out of the mansion with sticks.

As for other people, Gu Fengyun realized for the first time that the supervision over servants in the mansion was too lax, and there was a serious shortage of manpower, otherwise there would not be such a thing as temporarily recruiting servants.