For several days, Wen ruoqing's mood was very low.

Chu Xiaomo arranged Chu Yu's funeral without asking for Wen ruo's sentiment.

It's a funeral. In fact, let Wen ruoqing and Chu Xiu give Chu Yu a column of incense at home.

Because Chu Yu's identity is a criminal lowly person, according to the family rules, he can't organize a large funeral.

Wen ruoqing never spoke, but looked at the portrait of Chu Yu and clenched his fist.

Her heart always has pimples. The death of her father and mother was caused by the patriarch. She won't let it go.

Chu Xiaomo saw that she had been unhappy, so he took her up the mountain to collect medicine and taught her to refine medicine.

Wen ruoqing has a plan in mind, so he doesn't refuse to come. He plunges into medicine and is happy to learn.

On this day, Chu Xiaomo took Chu Xiu up the mountain to collect medicine.

Wen ruoqing pretended to be ill and rested at home.

As soon as they left, she slipped out of the house.

Out of the house, looking at the house located among the beautiful bamboo forests, Wen ruoqing's red lips closed tightly, and a trace of coldness flashed on his beautiful face.

The Revenge of killing my father!

The patriarch killed her parents. If she doesn't teach her a lesson, she doesn't deserve to be a child!

Wen Ruo takes a deep breath, looks down at the food box in his hand, and the corners of his mouth are slightly aroused.

There are some fried dishes in the food box. She's going to honor the patriarch!

Wen ruoqing came to the patriarch's house with a food box and a breeze.

There are still guards outside the house.

The two of them threw out a deep smile.

"Good morning, brothers!"

Seeing Wen ruoqing, the two guards looked cold and Su, "stop, what's the matter?"

"Oh, I've made some small dishes. I want the patriarch to taste them. Please tell me about them."

Wen ruoqing walked up to them and opened the food box with a smile.

The two men looked cold. "Go back and don't get close without the command of the patriarch."

"Why don't you get close? Two eldest brothers, I really just want the patriarch to taste my craft. Look..."

As soon as Wen ruoqing's pretty face changed, he directly sprinkled the powder in his palm on them.

The two were caught off guard, inhaled the powder, snorted and fell to the ground slowly.

"Hum, if you don't want to communicate, you can only break through."

Wen Ruo snorted coldly, covered the food box, eased his steps and walked in.

What's the difference between the place where Lao Guban lives and other people's houses?

Wen ruoqing kept vigilant and walked in slowly for fear of touching any mechanism.

After all, that old stereotype is not a good kind.

Wen ruoqing blinked a pair of apricot eyes and visited while walking.

The same hall, the same building, the pattern inside doesn't seem to be much different from where she lives.

I just don't know what layout is inside.

While Wen ruoqing was thinking, a burst of footsteps came, and the man's thick voice sounded.

"Who!"

Then, her neck was cold, and the sharp knife rested on her neck, flashing a cold light under the light.

Wen ruoqing was surprised and stopped quickly. His neck tilted and shouted, "don't kill me, brother Wu, it's me."

She heard that this was the man named brother Wu she saw last time. He should be the close guard of the patriarch.

The man was cold and slowly turned to Wen ruoqing. He recognized her and said in a cold voice, "it's you? What are you doing here?"