Yuncheng didn't even raise his eyelids and walked out of the room. However, his sister Feng Qingya held Yuncheng back.

"Forget it." Yuncheng said lightly, "I'll listen to you and don't add your own exaggerations or conjectures."

Concubine Yun Qing raised her fist in dissatisfaction, and then stood on tiptoes very cutely: "Actually, it's not a big deal. I just broke Grandpa Sun's Qing Dynasty official porcelain."

"Huh?" Yun Cheng's mouth twitched subconsciously, "What else?"

"Also, that boy from the Chen family is so ungrateful. He showed off his power in school and openly molested girls. I couldn't stand it, so... I put something in the water he drank."

Feng Qingya looked at her cousin in surprise. A piece of official porcelain from the Qing Dynasty, which cost hundreds of thousands at least, or more than a million, was broken. She also put some in the water that others drank.

Thing, this... I know that my cousin is very playful and a lawless master, but this is too... too outrageous.

"Cousin, you..." Feng Qingya was stunned and had not recovered from Concubine Yun Qing's words.

Yuncheng was not surprised at all. It would be strange if this little witch could stay calm: "If it were just these two things, why would you come here without even attending class? By the way, you put it in the water

What?" Yuncheng was sure that what the little witch released was definitely not an ordinary thing, but it was impossible to poison it. Although the little witch was a bit lawless, she could control it within a certain range.

This was the only thing I admired about her in my previous life as a child. It not only made the person being fooled feel angry, but also made it difficult for the other person to speak.

When Yuncheng asked about this, the little witch immediately brightened up: "I didn't put anything big. It was just a spoonful of croton foam, a little powder from a health doctor that made people unable to speak but opened their mouths, and some

..." Concubine Yun Qing raised her head and frowned, thinking for a moment.

"What else?" Yuncheng was also dumbfounded. Hearing that Badoumo's heart had not changed, it was not like he had not been molested by this girl. As for the medicinal powder that can only open the mouth but not speak, isn't that a 'sealing spirit'? Old

Where does the old man's health doctor still have this thing?

"Also, I added some mustard." The little witch finally remembered, her eyes turned into crescent moons, "I was originally worried that the color of the water would be discovered, but who knew that guy would drink it with a gurgling punch, but...

As a result, he was sent to the hospital." The little witch looked aggrieved and seemed to be complaining that the other party had no eyesight at all.

"Poof"! Feng Qingya looked at her cousin's aggrieved expression and fell to the ground laughing, holding her stomach.

The little witch felt a little embarrassed when Feng Qingya laughed, beat her gently, and looked at Yuncheng again: "As for the main reason why I came here... I took out grandpa's knife to play with.

, I don’t know if it was the knife that chopped down a small tree in the backyard without cutting it, or something. The tree didn’t fall, but the knife broke it directly. So... So I hurriedly

Just put it on, and then...just...here it comes."

"You're done." After Yuncheng said these three words, he didn't want to listen anymore. This girl must be dead this time, no wonder she came here at night. The old man's knife was from the Anti-Japanese War period.

The things captured. During the Anti-Japanese War, several decades have passed now. The old man regards it as life, and usually just hangs it in the study and will not touch it, and he will not touch it at all. That handle

Guandao is not only a witness to the relationship between the old man and grandma, but also a relationship between comrades.

If the little witch breaks the old man's other things, she might be able to help. But this saber knife... has been used for decades. It has never been pulled out and wielded, and it has become rusty.

Looks like it. Not to mention cutting down a small tree, even cutting a hair strand may not be able to cut it off.

"Cousin, please wish yourself well." Feng Qingya followed her brother downstairs helplessly.

The little witch was anxious: "Wait, wait a minute, you two, aren't we asking you two to find a solution? Besides, grandpa doesn't know about it yet. Look at that knife hanging in the study for so long, not even mentioning the dust.

There are still blood stains on the scabbard..."

"Concubine Yun Qing, do you know when that knife was made?" Yun Cheng asked very strangely.

The little witch frowned: "When? I only heard my mother say that the knife was something that grandpa would only take out and look at when he wanted to commit suicide."

"You don't know?" Feng Qingya exclaimed in surprise, "Did uncle and the others never tell you? It was captured by grandpa during the Anti-Japanese War. It has been fifty or sixty years since now."

"Ah? Why didn't you tell me earlier that the blood stains on it couldn't be..." The little witch was stunned for a moment, widened her pupils, and shouted, "I've been grabbing things with my hands these days.

It was the same just now. Oh! It's over, it's over!" The little witch hurried into the toilet and pressed down a lot of hand soap, shampoo, shower gel...

Yuncheng blinked at his sister without any surprise. Doesn't that mean that if you tell her this, you are clearly making her feel uncomfortable? She can realize the importance of this knife and probably needs to wash her hands.

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After frying a few vegetables and putting the rice on the table, Feng Qingwei came back and was very surprised to see the silence in the family. This situation was indeed very strange. Xiao Cheng took care of himself and ate elegantly.

There hasn't been a big change in Ya. What's going on with this little concubine? Why are tears still rolling in her eyes, and her expression is very confused...

"What's wrong with Concubine Qing?" Feng Qingwei looked at her daughter in confusion and asked.

Feng Qingya shrugged helplessly and looked at her brother with blinking eyes.

"My good son from Xiaocheng, please tell me..."

Yuncheng raised his head: "Oh! Mom, nothing happened. You can just eat. It's just that my cousin broke the old man's knife and took refuge with us."

'Snapped'!

Feng Qingwei dropped the bowl and chopsticks on the table, then looked at the three little guys, and then stared at her son carefully: "What did you say?"

Yuncheng blinked, nodded, and continued to eat his food gracefully.

"Concubine Qing...you...you broke the old man's serving knife?" Feng Qingwei asked with great difficulty. The delicious food she chewed in her mouth seemed to have lost its taste.

Concubine Yun Qing looked at her second aunt in confusion, tears finally falling from her eyes: "Second aunt, I didn't mean it, and I didn't know that the knife would be so important, wuwuwu...what should I do now!

"

Feng Qingwei was also in shock and surprise as she hugged Concubine Yun Qing. This girl... what should I say about her? What is not fun? You insist on playing with that knife, and now even she is at a loss.

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"Xiaocheng, you..."

Yun Cheng smiled slightly at Feng Qing: "Mom, this matter...even if I have a good relationship with the old man, there is nothing I can do to help."

At the same time, in a courtyard with no house number somewhere in Kyoto, an old man wearing a military uniform with silver hair sat in the study, looking at a red information document on the table. He smiled while reading it.

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"This little ice cube is so tolerant. Even the third child has been stunned after so many years. It's rare, hahaha, it's really rare. I don't know when this little ice cube started to hide its clumsiness. The third daughter-in-law

He is busy with company affairs all day long, and the third child is busy with military affairs. Where did this little guy learn these things?"

Later, a man in a black suit also walked in with another document in his hand and handed it to the old man: "Chief, this is the whereabouts of the young chief in recent times."

"Oh. Let's listen to it. My eyes hurt after watching it for a while." The old man's voice was very soft, but there was a hint of majesty.

"Yes, Chief!" The man in a black suit opened the document and read it carefully. His voice was not loud but just enough for the old man to hear clearly.

"Wait a minute, read the previous paragraph again." The old man suddenly frowned and interrupted the man's words, with rare solemnity.

"Yes!" The man straightened up, "This afternoon, the young chief helped a female traffic policeman deal with five foreigners wearing 'human skin masks'. One of the foreigners had a black skull tattoo on his left wrist."

"Black skull?" The old man's slightly narrowed eyes suddenly opened, "Is there a photo of this tattoo?"

"Report to the chief, no!" The man saluted, "I personally went to check and found that three of them were killed and two were captured alive. Major General Yun has fully intervened in this matter and will not let anyone

touch."

The old man's expression froze: "Did the third child take over this matter?"

"Yes, chief. Major General Yun made it clear that he was afraid that someone in the army would rely on this method to sneak in, so no one was allowed to contact him."

The old man put his hand steadily on the table: "Okay, the third child did this right. You immediately tell the third child to take a photo of the tattoo and send it to me."

"It's the chief." The man replied very seriously, "By the way, chief, there is another thing about the little chief. I learned about it. This traffic policeman was originally eliminated from the SWAT team. But because of this matter, he was added again.

And the young chief seems to have some kind of agreement with this traffic policeman."

"What agreement?" the old man asked nonchalantly.

"It's not very clear. But there is a very strange phenomenon. That is, the traffic policeman did not tell the story about the little chief at all. He took it all on himself. It was obvious that he was protecting the little chief."

The old man nodded: "I understand. And have you found out the origin of that little guy's money?"

"I found out. I did make money from the antique market in Linzhou City. The origin of every cent is very legitimate. However, there is something wrong with this antique market. It seems to have declined during the Republic of China, and I don't know when it will develop again.

Woke up."

The old man pondered for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking: "What about the road collapse last time?"

The man in a suit lowered his head slightly: "Chief, this matter is too much and too complicated. We only dealt with some people related to the road. There are also a few people within us who are missing. I guess..."
Chapter completed!