Chapter 583

Doubt

Chapter 583 Doubt
"I don't want to know the best."

Yan Sanhe: "I just want to know what effect these red fox hairs and a peach blossom will have?"

At this point, there is nothing else Zhu Yuanmo can't say.

"Peach blossoms represent love, while red fox fur represents desire. It can not only arouse passion, but also make people become bold and reckless, thinking only of mating like an animal in heat."

Isn't this the real change of the great master Zhu Xuanguang?
not enough!

It was not enough to convince the Zhu family.

Yan Sanhe: "Mr. Manager, come and see if this ring belongs to the great master?"

The old steward did not look at the ring, but looked at his uncle anxiously.

Zhu Yuanmo waved his hand feebly at the old manager.

"This ring belongs to my uncle. One year, my grandfather helped people look after the ghost house and got five gems. He asked the old craftsman of Bao Yuxuan to make five rings and gave them to his five sons respectively.

My dad’s one was a sapphire and was eventually passed on to me.The uncle's one is a ruby. "

The manager added another sentence.

"Because of the loss of the ring, the eldest master even kicked out a maid in the room, saying that she was rough and rough. Later, the old slave arranged for someone to go see the garden."

"Zhu Yuanhao."

Yan Sanhe looked at him coldly.

"This is the Peach Blossom Well that the old monk said. The person who built this well is your father. The purpose is to make the old man fall into lust early and destroy his spiritual energy to learn fortune telling and Feng Shui. Are you right?"

right?

right?

Zhu Yuanhao opened and closed his lips and didn't say a word for a long time, but the tears in his eyes couldn't stop sliding down.

His heart felt like it had been stabbed with thousands of knives, and it was a bloody mess.

How much pain, how much pain!
Yan Sanhe continued to talk.

"Mr. Zhu noticed something was wrong and felt somewhat suspicious, so he sent someone down the well on the pretext that he had lost something. But..."

Yan Sanhe pointed to the three things on the table.

“This thing is so small, so dark, and covered in mud and sand that it’s very difficult to find it.

The old man sent people down the well twice, but found nothing, so he stopped pursuing it. So the old man was abolished, right? "

right?

right?

Zhu Yuanhao gritted his molar teeth.

The anger in his heart had no place to put it. He could only rush into the yard like a wounded beast and let out howls of pain one after another in the face of the heavy snow in the sky.

He is the youngest son that his mother loves most, but the person that the younger son admires the most in his heart is his father.

As a concubine, my father took the position of head of the Zhu family. Not only did he keep the Qintian Prison in order, he also made the family's life prosperous.

There is no one in the clan who disobeys him.

Zhu Yuanhao's qualifications are not good. He has no other thoughts in this life. He just wants to be like his father and live his life as a wife and children.

Because dad said: Son, dad doesn’t expect you to have a big future, but dad hopes you will be safe and stable.I will tell your brother, if he eats it, you will eat it.

So, this is all fake?
It's all fake!
After Zhu Yuanhao finished shouting, he wiped away tears, turned around and walked to the main room, panting heavily and said to Yan Sanhe: "You are right!"

Before he found the Peach Blossom Well, he protected his own father and refused to give in, wishing he could fight her to the death;

After finding it, I suppressed the pain in my heart and decisively admitted it.

Yan Sanhe looked at the blood in his eyes and couldn't help but soften his voice.

"He made the Peach Blossom Well, so he also made the death-killing nail.

Because it was him who did it, the first thing he did as the head of the house was to renovate the house inside and out so that all traces of his bad deeds could be erased. It's a pity..."

She paused.

"It's a pity that there is no way to renovate this well. The well is left by your ancestors of the Zhu family, generation after generation.

Not only was there no way to renovate it, he couldn't go down the well to fish it out because the old man had already fished it out twice.

If he fished again, it would definitely arouse others' suspicion. How could it be such a coincidence that everything fell into the same well?So, he gave the yard to the third lady. "Yan Sanhe changed the topic.

"Stop talking, do you still remember that the third lady said that the second lady likes Geng Songsheng, and what did the second lady say in reply?"

"remember."

Li Buyan: "The second young lady said, 'I am not you. I fell in love with a good-looking man when I saw him.'"

"This is saying that every time Miss San sees a man, she can't help but fall in love."

Yan Sanhe sneered.

"Why did a good young lady become like this? I think I have the answer now."

The three brothers of the Zhu family know this answer better than anyone else.

The great master is dead, but the Peach Blossom Well is still there.

Third sister lives in this courtyard and is fine for a year or two. After three or five years, the aphrodisiac power of Peach Blossom Well will slowly appear on her body.

Fortunately, because the eldest sister eloped with Geng Songsheng, everyone in the Zhu family paid close attention to the three girls.

The third sister could not easily see her foreign husband, so she could only think wildly and indulge in crazy things by herself.

"That's why she thinks that the second lady also likes Geng Songsheng."

Yan Sanhe narrowed his eyes slightly.

"In fact, she is the one who secretly likes Geng Songsheng, but Geng Songsheng belongs to the eldest lady. She is afraid that her inner feelings will be exposed, so she throws dirty water on the second lady."

Li Buyan became more and more angry as he listened, "Damn it, if you don't harm your own son, you only harm your daughter. This Mr. Zhu is really very calculating."

"It's a good thing."

Yan Sanhe said very calmly: "This proves from another aspect that the person who built the Peach Blossom Well is none other than Zhu Xuanjiu. Otherwise, how could the third lady live in the eldest son's yard?"

The faces of the three brothers of the Zhu family suddenly looked like they had opened a dye house, each one looking uglier than the last.

In a big family, there are rules for where the son lives, where the daughter lives, where the descendants live, and where the descendants live.

When my father gave this yard to my little sister, everyone was shocked.

Even if his horoscope matches his younger sister's, he can't break the rules.

But the father insisted on this, and everyone just regarded it as his partial favor for his youngest daughter, and no longer said anything.

"I have a doubt."

Everyone looked towards Xie Zhifei.

"Master Zhu is having an affair with his maid, and he is not yet 15 years old."

Xie Zhifei tried his best to speak louder, but he didn't have the strength, and looked a bit dying in the eyes of others.

"Master Zhu is eight years younger than the eldest master, which means he was just six or seven years old when he did this."

"what do you mean……"

Yan Sanhe saw that he was panting while talking, so he simply took over the words.

"How can a six- or seven-year-old child, who has just come into contact with fortune telling and Feng Shui, know how to use these evil techniques to harm people?"

Xie Zhifei closed his eyes.

Yan Sanhe raised his gaze and looked at Zhu Yuanmo.

Zhu Yuanmo was completely powerless, "Miss Yan, I don't know."

Yan Sanhe: "There are only two possibilities."

Little Mr. Pei and Li Buyan almost said in unison: "Which two kinds?"

Yan Sanhe: "Either he is gifted, or someone else teaches him."

The three masters of the Zhu family look at me and I look at you, with a doubt in their eyes: Who can teach?
No one can teach him. The ancestors of the Zhu family have followed the rules for generations, otherwise they would not have been in charge of Qin Tian Prison for so many years.

"I also have a doubt."

Everyone looked towards Zhu Qing.

(End of this chapter)