On a deep winter night, lightning and thunder are roaring, and strong winds are shaking.

A hurried carriage was parked in front of the Imperial College.

The gate of the Imperial College was broken, blood splattered all over the wall, and a corpse that had not had time to escape was hidden on the threshold.

Gao Yuan jumped out of the carriage, and a strong smell of blood came to his nose, which made him unable to control his dry retching.

"Fusheng...Fusheng...Fusheng!" He squatted down and shook the corpse on the threshold, but unfortunately the corpse had already been frozen.

He stood up with a pale face and staggered into the Imperial College where blood flowed.

"Feng Xu!"

"Ayou!"

"Gu Chang!"

He called him one by one, but no one could respond to him anymore.

A flash of lightning struck the blood-filled hall, and he saw the man standing on the steps of the hall.

The man was wearing a mysterious robe and stood tall, his eyes so cold that he almost merged with the cold night.

The man looked at him for a moment, and Gao Yuan felt that he had seen Shura in the dark night.

Gao Yuan said in horror and angrily: "It was you... it was you... killing them... you... you killed them all?"

A cold curve was pulled out of the corner of the man's lips: "I ask you again, where is my son?"

Gao Yuan's eyes were red: "They didn't know anything! Why did you kill them!"

The man said lightly: "You know what you said so?"

Gao Yuan's whole body was stiff.

"Uncle!"

Accompanied by a burst of rapid horse hooves, a young man, who was only seventeen, rushed in anxiously.

Gao Yuan's eyes trembled: "Who asked you to come! Why don't you go back soon!"

"Swish~" the man smiled coldly.

"Uncle." The young man came to Gao Yuan, glanced at the arrogant man, frowned, "I recognize you! You are the one who snatched us from the inn before!"

"Go back quickly!" Gao Yuan scolded in a low voice.

"I won't go back!" The young man pulled out his sword and looked at the man with a fierce look. "If you dare to touch a piece of my uncle's hair, I will kill you now!"

After hearing his threatening words, the man did not even raise his eyelids: "Gao Jijiu, I will give you one last chance. I count to three. If you still don't tell me the whereabouts of my son, I will kill your nephew."

"You dare!" the boy shouted.

"one."

Cold sweat broke out on Gao Yuan's forehead.

"two."

Gao Yuan tightened his fingers.

"three."

"I said—" Gao Yuan roared.

"It's too late."

As soon as the man finished speaking, a long sword pierced the boy's heart...

"Qi Lin--" Gao Yuan screamed in dismay and sat up!

The young boy sitting on the edge of the bed looked at him strangely: "I'm here, uncle, what's wrong with you?"

Gao Yuan looked at the familiar room, then looked at the boy in front of him, and breathed a sigh of relief.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "It's nothing, I've had a nightmare."

"What did you dream about?" Qi Lin asked curiously.

Gao Yuan looked away and said, "...forgot."

"Oh." Qi Lin expressed his understanding. After all, he couldn't remember any dreams he had when he opened his eyes. "By the way, uncle, your decree to restore the position has been completed. From now on, you will be the Imperial College Prison again! Hey? Uncle, why are you unhappy?"

Gao Yuan didn't answer him, and wiped a cold sweat from his forehead that could not stop. He grabbed his arm tightly and said, "Lin'er, you promise uncle something. No matter what happens in the future, you must not provoke someone."

"Who?"

"Yan Jiuchao."

...

In the backyard of Baifu, two heavy mutton, carrot filling, scallion oil pancakes entered Yan Jiuchao's stomach without leaving any left.

Young Master Yan was in a good mood after eating and drinking.

He looked at the little guy beside him and opened his mouth with a rare chance.

"My name is Tiedan!"

Young Master Yan shut up.

Soon, move again.

"I live in Lianhua Village!"

Young Master Yan shut up again.

Move again for the third time.

"The scallion pancake is made by my sister!"

The highest level of chatterbox is to not only say one’s own words, but also say others’ words, leaving others with nothing to say!

Young Master Yan glanced at Xiao Tiedan in depression.

Xiao Tiedan was embarrassed to see and smiled embarrassedly: "You just say whatever you want, I won't interrupt."

Young Master Yan: I won’t say it anymore!

Yan Jiu moved his clothes and walked over the ladder with a faint expression.

He was shameless, Uncle Wan still wanted it. Uncle Wan always adhered to the bottom line and stood on the side of the wall. When he came over, he chased after him with concern: "Young Master, you have been too much this time. You are the young master of Yancheng, how can you eat anything from a strange child at will?"

Do you know that child? Do you know who he is? Are you not afraid that someone will take the opportunity to poison you?

"I really can't eat other people's things casually." Yan Jiuchao said in agreement.

Uncle Wan was stunned at first, then burst into tears. After working hard for so long, the young master, whose ears were as hard as stones, finally listened to his advice!

Yan Jiuchao pointed to the three cars of gifts behind him and said to the guard: "Send it to that little guy."

This is not considered eating casually!

He exchanged for something.

Uncle Wan, who instantly felt two arrows hit in his knee: "..."

"What are you doing when you stand there? Aren't you going to visit Yan's Mansion?" Yan Jiuchao looked at Uncle Wan dissatisfied.

Oh, do you still remember the Yan Mansion?

But you have lost all the gifts! What are you going to make a fuss when you go empty-handed?!

Uncle Wan couldn't, so he had to persuade Yan Jiuchao to stay in the carriage first. He quickly returned to the young master's mansion and rushed to pack a bunch of gifts.

Because of the hasty time, the three cars were unable to get together, and only a lonely car was left.

However, to make matters worse, when he finally dragged the gifts to Yan's mansion, Yan Jiuchao fell asleep with a green onion in his arms...

Yan Jiu Dynasty ultimately failed to go to Chengyan Mansion.

Uncle Wan dragged a car of tilted gifts himself and met Miss Yan and Mrs. Yan with a tough bullet.

I thought it was Young Master Yan who came here in person, and the Yan family was in great shape. Not only did they call on all the guests to watch, but they almost brought all the ancestral tablets.

As a result... they only saw one Uncle Wan.

Uncle Wan was so haggard that he was a young master who was like a world. He looked like a person who was a senior and powerful manager, but he was like a mess in the garden.

I saw him dragging the gifts in the car, antique vases with legs missing (the car bumped into the bump), painted golden nanmu armchairs (who got rubbed when dragged onto the car), moldy Baiyue Frost persimmon cakes (I admired them last year, and I forgot to eat them and threw them away).

Everyone: This is not here to visit the Yan family, but to humiliate the Yan family!
Chapter completed!