"Master Yi! You are finally back."

Wu Wenhou's Mansion, outside the side gate.

Xiao An looked around nervously.

Suddenly I saw a staggering little figure from a distance, and I was immediately happy.

Then he said with fear on his face: "I was worried to death yesterday. It was all my fault that I was so stupid as to leave Master Yi and Master Pi alone in Xishan."

After all, she was only about to be ten years old, and there were many things she couldn't think about.

It was only after I came back that I realized what I was doing.

Waiting outside the Hou Mansion early in the morning, she finally arrived at Hong Yi.

She chirped for a while before she suddenly came to her senses and looked behind Hong Yi: "Huh? Where is Master Pi?"

Hearing Xiao An's question, Hong Yi, who was originally in a state of despair and with a dull look in his eyes, showed some expression.

But it was an expression of extreme sadness that was not for his age.

No matter how smart and precocious he is, he can't help but shed tears: "Brother, he..."

…

Wu Wenhou's Mansion, in a luxurious wing in the inner courtyard.

In the hall, two women sat respectively.

On both sides and everywhere in the hall, there are a bunch of maids standing respectfully, ready to serve.

The woman sitting at the head of the table was wearing a light green feathered dress, with a faint hint of golden light.

It actually seems to be woven with gold thread wrapped around some kind of extremely precious silk thread.

Her temples are towering, with a red gold and hollow jasper peacock hairpin on her head.

In her arms she held a kitten with white fur all over her body, like a cloud.

A body full of jewels, extremely graceful and luxurious.

Even the maids standing beside him were all wearing expensive animal skin coats, and they all looked extremely pretty.

"What did you say?"

In front of this woman was an old lady who was bowing and telling her something.

After listening, the noble lady uttered a question, but there was no trace of fluctuation on her indifferent and reserved face: "Hong Pi was buried in a wolf's mouth?"

At the end, he added: "Only Hong Pi?"

The old lady leaned over and lowered her head, and said cautiously: "Back to Madam, it's true. Another bastard has returned to the house."

The eldest lady looked calm and repeated softly: "Hong Yi is back...?"

A flash of cold lightning flashed across her eyes before she hid it.

Immediately, his indifferent eyes glanced at the old lady in front of him: "Go down and slap fifty, young master of the Hou Mansion, how can you tolerate your rudeness?"

"yes!"

The old lady suddenly broke into a cold sweat, knelt down on the ground, and kowtowed heavily.

With his head lowered, he fell out of the hall with fear and joy, and went to receive his punishment.

The other people in the chamber looked at their noses and eyes, and they seemed to not see or hear anything at all.

The woman sitting below the eldest lady was also holding a cup of tea, sipping it and smiling lightly, as if she didn't realize it.

The eldest lady didn't take it to heart at all, and gently stroked the kitten in her arms: "Oh, he is also a pitiful one. Let someone prepare some clothes and give him a big burial."

"Madam is really kind and generous. How could anyone else be so generous?"

The woman next to her exclaimed: "It's strange that all the nobles in Yujing City are so impressed by the eldest lady of Wu Wenhou Mansion."

"Madam, you come from a famous family, know books and etiquette, and manage your household well. Marquis Wu Wen can be where he is today, and it is absolutely indispensable for him to have Madam, a virtuous assistant, to take care of all the affairs of the house, so that Marquis Wu Wen can feel at ease outside and do his best.

Serving the country."

The doctor chuckled lightly and said calmly: "It's just a matter of personal responsibility, so why bother?"

The woman smiled in greeting and said goodbye knowingly: "Since there are still things to take care of in Madam's house, I will take my leave now and come to visit another day."

The eldest lady nodded and called a maid: "That's fine, come and see the guests off for me."

After the woman left, the eldest lady waved away everyone in the hall, leaving her alone, sitting on a chair, looking cold and inexplicable.

"Meow!"

The white cat in her arms suddenly let out a shrill scream, and its white hair exploded.

Two furry front paws popped out sharp claws, and as soon as it moved, a hand had already grabbed its neck.

"Click..."

After hearing a soft sound, the white cat tilted its neck and made no sound again.

The eldest lady gently stroked the cat's back a few times, then threw the cat to the ground, shook her hand, and dropped a large piece of white fur with bloody skin.

…

Several months passed in the blink of an eye.

Carrying a heavy burden, Hong Yi arrived at the foot of the Western Mountain and in front of the solitary grave.

His eldest brother was buried in a wolf's mouth. Although the Hou Mansion made a grand spectacle, it was only for outsiders to see.

Not only were the clothes not included in the Hong family’s grave, they were not even given a memorial tablet in the ancestral hall.

This means that neither the eldest brother nor he is included in the Hong family tree.

Hong Yi felt sad and angry in his heart, but he remembered the words of his mother and elder brother and kept all his emotions deep in his heart.

Arriving at the solitary grave, he panted and put down his baggage and pulled out two wooden tablets.

One is a newly made tombstone for my mother, and the other is for my eldest brother.

He secretly found someone to make it new.

It was such a simple thing. Xiao Hongyi had saved up his regular money for several months before he found an opportunity and used an excuse to go out to do it.

When he was about to stand up, he suddenly reacted.

In front of the lonely grave, a brand new tombstone has been erected.

This tombstone is made of very hard rock.

It is more than three feet high, more than three feet wide, and two inches thick.

The inscription on the stele is exactly the same as what he originally wrote.

But this word was made of iron and silver, like a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing, and there was a faint aura that he didn't know how to describe.

I don't know how much better than him, no, they can't be compared at all.

"Who is it?"

Hong Yi murmured, stood up and looked around, as if trying to find the person who erected the monument.

The result is naturally in vain.

Besides their brothers, who else would build a monument for their mother?

Could it be the father?!

Hong Yi was pleasantly surprised.

He subconsciously thought that his father ignored them on the surface, but secretly still cared about their mother and son.

But it was immediately rejected.

My father is still fighting outside. If he comes back and knows that his mother has been assassinated by that poisonous woman and must punish her, how can he act secretly?

"Huh?"

He suddenly discovered that the words on the tombstone were a little strange.

In other words, the traces of those words are a bit strange.

"The strokes are so smooth and smooth. What was used to carve them? It's definitely not an ordinary carving method. It looks a bit like writing with your fingers..."

"How is it possible? This stone tablet is so hard. How could anyone leave such a deep imprint on it with their fingers?"

He murmured in surprise, suddenly stretched out a finger, placed it on the tombstone, and slowly traced the strokes of the words.

The size of the strokes actually matched his fingers perfectly.

"Brother?!"

Hong Yi stood up suddenly, with a look of shock on his face.

It was confirmed that the inscription was carved with fingers, which shocked him greatly.

The handwriting actually matched his fingers perfectly.

In this world, except for his eldest brother who is a compatriot from the same mother and looks exactly the same, who else is there?

"How is it possible..."

Not to mention the probability of the eldest brother escaping from the wolf's mouth, even if the eldest brother is still alive, he is suffering from a strange disease and has not yet started to write, how can he read?

How can one write such a masterpiece of style?
To be continued...