Rebirth of the Black-bellied Princess Mo

Xia Chu turned back and raised his hand to make a silent gesture to the crowd to prevent them from disturbing Guo Weidong.

"Who is your mother?" Xia Chu continued to ask softly.

Guo Weidong's expression seemed to be unbearable to recall, and after a while, he frowned and said, "Brotherhood girl."

"Who's your father's name?"

"Shi Fuqiu."

Sure enough, it was General Shi, and everyone exhaled the long breath.

"Why did you join Zhao's army and not your father's Shi's army?"

"Arranged by Shi Fuqiu."

"Are you arranging for you to betray the country?"

"No, he just arranged for me to lurk in the Zhao family's army."

Hearing this, Xia Chu frowned and continued to ask, "Then why do you have a handwritten letter from Concubine Li and communicate with Hu Junzhong using Nighthawk?"

"Because she promised me. Even if Shi Fuqiu doesn't want to recognize me, she still recognizes me as her nephew. As long as I do this for her, she will give me a splendid future that is not inferior to Shi Fuqiu's. ."

"You believe that too?"

"She has helped me become a major general."

"How did she help you?"

"A few years ago, she sent someone to send a message from a general of Hu Junzhong. At the end of the year, Hu Jun feigned a few times, and I made some military achievements. At the beginning of the year, I was sealed."

The sound of breathing behind Xia Chu was heavy. It turned out that this is how Guo Weidong's victory came.

"Do you still have letters to keep?" This is the key, Xia Chu asked softly.

"No, it's all burned."

Xia Chu tutted lightly, what a pity.

Then he asked, "What about the next year, what did she tell you to do?"

"Let me do some hands and feet inside Zhao's army. Hu Jun sent some powder, saying that it is non-toxic and can't be checked. Mixing it with flour for a long time will only make the limbs weak."

Xia Chu already knew about the powder, so he asked directly, "What kind of hands and feet did you do?"

"I ordered someone to give Deng Qizhong a poisonous fruit to eat when he was patrolling the mountain, and push him down the mountain while he was unconscious. It was absolutely safe, but who knew that he woke up in pain and grabbed a branch when he fell down the mountain, and he never fell to death. Originally mixed Even if the two toxins do not fall off the cliff and die, they will be poisoned to death, and the doctors in the army are helpless, who knows that a new doctor has arrived."

Guo Weidong said that even though his consciousness was blurred, there was a haze on his instinctive complexion.

Xia Chu suddenly realized why Guo Weidong so resentfully insisted on letting him kneel and pay homage on the day of the competition.

"You poisoned Deng Qizhong for the formation in the mountains?" Guo Weidong couldn't have poisoned Deng Qizhong inexplicably.

"Yes, after he fell into a coma, I arranged for someone to take his place, and re-arranged the formation and gave it to Hu Jun."

Hearing this, Zhao Xingwu couldn't help but wanted to go up and beat him, but Zhao Shuangquan and Zhao Xingwen pinned him in place.

"Did you move any other hands or feet?" Xia Chu asked, holding back his anger.

"Deliberately provoked Yan Jianghong to compete with me. He could have died perfectly in the martial arts arena, but it was the clothes knife!" Guo Weidong's out-of-focus eyes also contained a layer of resentment.

Xiao Mubai's gaze shifted from Guo Weidong's body to Xia Chu's profile.

It turns out that Zhao Shuangquan said that before the matter was discovered, Xia Chu beat Guo Weidong, presumably for this man named Yan Jianghong.

Xiao Mubaifu recalled the tidy and eager scene when he rode Xia Chu into the city gate, the 200,000 Zhao family's army happily cheered Doctor Yi.

You are young and have many friends.

"Why Yan Jianghong?" Xia Chu continued to ask.

"He's the head of riding and archery, and he's also in charge of bows and arrows."

It turned out that the generals of the Zhao family suddenly realized that when they were defending the city, the bows and arrows brought from the warehouse broke as soon as they were pulled, and all the arrows were torn apart.

"Although Yan Jianghong was not killed, you sent someone to do something with the bow and arrow while he was in bed."

"Yes."

This time, even Zhao Shuangquan couldn't bear it any longer, and was glared back by Old General Zhao.

Old General Zhao also suppressed his anger in his heart. Fortunately, Xia Chu gave him a discount, otherwise he would not know how much he would do behind his back.

"Does Shi Fuqiu really know nothing?"

"Concubine Li once mentioned it to him, but he refused to contact me privately."

"Can you do it for the sake of prospering, betraying the country and seeking glory?"

Guo Weidong was stunned for a while, and after a long while he slowly said in a sad voice: "I don't want to rise up, I just don't want to be called the son of a prostitute anymore."

Xia Chu looked at Guo Weidong's sad face, and the resentment in his heart disappeared.

He must have lived a very miserable life since he was a child.

However, this does not mean that his pain requires 200,000 Zhao family troops to be buried with him!

Xia Chu got up and walked towards Old General Zhao and said, "Let's discuss it after returning to your account first."

General Zhao nodded and walked out of the tent. Zhao Shuangquan summoned the soldiers and ordered Yan Jia to guard them, and followed him.

And Guo Weidong, who was lying on the bed, didn't know that he had unknowingly revealed a secret that had been in his heart for twenty years.

As the son of Shi Fuqiu, he should have been honored.

However, just because her mother was a lowly prostitute, she was killed by her father himself.

He was Shi Fuqiu's biological son, but his father changed his surname and left him in another military household.

He was resentful, and his mother thought that by giving birth to him, he would be able to enjoy all the wealth.

Ah.

Little did they know.

His origin was the catastrophe of their mother and son.

Anyone can't escape death.

Sooner or later.

Guo Weidong's consciousness was still unclear, as if he had had a long nightmare.

In the dream, he was only a child, babbling.

Every day her mother held him happily and daydreamed, and said to him, "You are Shi Fuqiu's son. When you grow up, I will take you to see General Shi."

When he can walk, he wants to play with the children around him.

But every time he left the yard, he was thrown into mud.

Those cute-faced friends shouted at him with disgust, this is the son of the prostitute.

When he was about seven or eight years old and was supposed to go to school, his mother really took him to Shi Mansion.

The servants in the palace arranged for them to wait in a room.

After a while, an old lady came and led her mother to another room.

He was alone and scared, so he secretly followed behind, but in the crack of the window, he saw his mother strangled to death by the so-called father.

His mother's vision turned to him outside the window, and he kept struggling with his fingers pointing in his direction. He was so frightened that he ran back and stayed in the room, not daring to cry or cry.

After a while, the man named Shi Fuqiu came in and watched his indifferent order not to allow his surname to be Shi, and to change his surname to Guo in the future.

The so-called father, who didn't even ask his name, was sent to someone else's house for foster care.

So he swore in his heart.

Be sure to stand out, even if he is not the son of Tashi Fuqiu.

He must also have a new identity, standing in front of him.

Let everyone not dare to laugh at him.

Son of a prostitute.

Guo Weidong finally closed his eyes.

I don't know if he is awake now.

His expression was calm.

The corner of the eye, it is.

A tear fell.