Chapter 12 The Marquis of Zhenbei whips Ye Chang angrily! Where do you take my grandson? !
Qi State, Zhenbei Hou Mansion.
“That’s what happened. The villain only helped deliver the baby and didn’t know the truth about other things. They also gave me a lot of money and asked the villain not to reveal these things.”
< br>"As for the back What happened again, that villain doesn’t even know.”
In the main hall, a middle-aged woman in simple clothes was telling the past with trepidation. From time to time, she stretched out her hand to wipe the cold sweat from her temples, feeling uneasy. The feeling is beyond words.
Bang!
Before she finished speaking, Zhenbei Hou Ye Zhenguo, who was sitting on the main seat, could no longer suppress the anger in his heart. He suddenly slapped his palm and smashed the table next to him into debris on the ground. .
"You traitor! You are an obstacle!"
Veins popped up on Ye Zhenguo's forehead, and he raised his head and roared, making a sound like thunder.
The midwife was an ordinary mortal, and she had never seen such a battle before. She rolled her eyes, fainted, and fell to the ground in a daze.
This roar was heard far away, and it was so frightening that all the servants in the Hou Mansion trembled at the same time, a pale color suddenly appeared on their faces, and the entire Hou Mansion fell into a deathly silence almost instantly.
"In order to prevent others from discovering it, you dare to send my grandson to be fostered elsewhere?"
Ye Zhenguo stared at him fiercely with a pair of tiger eyes filled with overwhelming anger. The woman who fainted and fell to the ground had a fierce look in her eyes, almost as if she wanted to bite someone.
"Go! Let that traitor Ye Chang get out of here immediately!"
He frowned and waved his hand fiercely to order.
Upon hearing the order, the subordinates standing nearby hurriedly bowed in response and hurriedly walked out of the hall, with their backs looking like they were running away in a hurry.
It’s really terrible that my old Marquis got angry.
"What are you doing clinging to me like a piece of wood! Why don't you let the labor force carry this woman out!"
Ye Zhenguo roared again with a sullen face, frightening the hall. The other subordinates inside shrank their necks and hurriedly carried the fainted midwife out of the main hall.
A moment later, Ye Chang hurried over with the person who was delivering the order.
"Dad, you're looking for me."
As soon as he entered the door, Ye Chang noticed that there seemed to be something wrong with the atmosphere in the main hall.
Looking at his father again, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, his beard and beard were trembling slightly, and his eyes were clearly filled with anger. Ye Chang felt a chill in his heart and suddenly felt that something was not good.
Ye Zhenguo stared at his son coldly and asked in a gloomy tone,
"Eight years ago, you had a private meeting with the Yaochi Saint and went to the village at the foot of Yunlian Mountain together. Is it okay to hand over a baby to a farmer in the village? ”
Hearing this, Ye Chang was suddenly startled and his face became tense.
After all these years, this matter still cannot be hidden.
He sighed secretly in his heart, after all, paper could not contain the fire.
"It is true."
Seeing that his father had even found out about the small mountain village, Ye Chang knew that it was futile to try to cover it up at this time. The ground recognized the matter.
Seeing him nodding, Ye Zhenguo's eyes twitched fiercely, suppressing the anger in his heart, he continued to ask in a deep voice,
"Where is the child now? Where has my grandson gone?!"
Ye Chang's face showed a gloomy look, his hands in his sleeves shook slightly, and he replied,
"The child is missing."
As soon as these words came out, Ye Zhenguo I couldn't bear it anymore, I was completely numb!
"Lost?!"
"You bastard!!"
He stood up suddenly, roared with a ferocious face, and kicked Ye Chang to the ground with a fierce kick. land!
“Get out of here, labor!”
“How did you lose the child! Tell me clearly!”
Ye Chang got up with a wry smile in his heart, stood respectfully, no longer daring to hold anything back, and told his father the ins and outs of the matter in detail.
"The general situation is like this. The jade pendant that Yao'er left for the child has not been broken, and there has been no news of any abnormality in these years. The child should still be alive now." "Should?!"
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Ye Zhenguo's originally rough voice became shrill, and he stared at Ye Chang fiercely, wishing he could just strangle this unfilial son to death.
"Come here! Hang this traitor to the big tree at the door and whip him three hundred times!"
Ye Zhenguo turned his head and roared outside the hall.
Ye Chang was paralyzed.
It was too humiliating to be hung to the gate of the Hou Mansion and whipped.
Not long after, Ye Chang with a bitter look on his face was hung up outside the main gate of the Hou Mansion. Zhenbei Hou Ye Zhenguo took action himself, whipping the whip in his hand and whipping him with a livid face!
At this moment, the people in the city were surrounded outside the main entrance of the Hou Mansion. They were watching this rare scene from a distance, and rustling comments came and went.
"W-what's going on? The old Marquis whipped his own son himself and got so angry?"
"I don't know. I heard that Ye Changping is quite reliable in his work. I don't know. What did you do this time that made the old Marquis furious? "
"Tsk, tsk. Tsk, it was such a cruel attack. Look at the blood flowing from his back. It’s too miserable.”
“…”
After three hundred whips, Ye Chang was naked. His back was already in terrible shape, covered in scars and dripping with blood, leaving a dazzling pool of blood on the ground.
Ye Zhenguo's attack this time was extremely serious and merciless. He would probably have to stay in bed for at least a month and a half before he could gradually recover.
Throwing the whip aside casually, Ye Zhenguo did not look at his son's injury. He turned around and returned to the Hou Mansion with a livid face.
Entering the study alone, Ye Zhenguo stood there blankly. After a moment, he sighed quietly,
"Grandson, where are you now?"
However, the ancestors of the Ye family had a human king in ancient times, who was a peerless powerhouse above immortals. Therefore, in the direct lineage of the Ye family, there is a special blood flowing in the body, the blood of the human king.
This is a physique unique to the human race and extremely rare.
In the future, it may be possible to find the grandson through his age and the characteristics of this person's king's blood.
Thinking of this, Ye Zhenguo felt a little calmer in his heart, but he was still worried about Ye Chang's reckless behavior,
"The one who suffered a thousand cuts! Unfortunately, something like this happened to our family. What a bastard!”
“How dare you lose your own grandson, you bastard!”
If Ye Chang hadn't been severely injured by him, Ye Zhenguo would have picked him up again and punished him severely!
……
Time flies.
Dachu Palace.
Ye Lingyun practiced swordsmanship with Xue Yi and had a very happy time.
One day, when the two were taking a break at the martial arts arena, Xueyi mentioned the matter to him.
“I heard someone say that a very interesting thing happened in Qi State a few days ago.”
“The Marquis of Zhenbei hung his son outside the gate of the Marquis Mansion. On the big tree, I whipped myself, and I was beaten so badly that I lost all my face."
“But his son Ye Chang was stunned and didn’t say any reason.”
“In the past few days, the news has spread, and people all over the world are talking privately. Guess what it is for.”
Hearing what she said, Ye Lingyun just smiled in agreement, without saying anything, and thought about it secretly in his heart.
It sounds like it was because Ye Chang secretly fostered him without telling the old man, and finally the incident came to light, and he was taught a lesson by the old man just now.
This is really deserved.
When I return to Qi in the future, I will also settle this account carefully!
At night, Ye Lingyun was still sleeping in the arms of the empress.
Over the years, it has become a habit.
(End of this chapter)