There was silence in the courtyard.
Yin Dong thought there was no one, but Nangong Nishang had already rushed in like a gust of wind, directly knocked open the half-open door of the bamboo house, searched around the ground floor, and found no one, so she ran to the upper floor again.
In the room upstairs, there was no bed, and the bedding was laid directly on the floor. It hadn't been washed for an unknown period of time, and it smelled rancid.
Lying on the bed was an old man, with white beard and hair, and a haggard appearance. He looked like he had been ill for a long time. When he heard the sound of someone coming in, his closed eyes moved, and then he opened them again, as if he had gathered all his strength.
"Grandpa, you...how do you..."
She was so sad that she couldn't go on. The image of the invincible hero in Nangong Nishang's mind could not be integrated with the frail old man in front of her. She felt like her faith was about to collapse.
When she was very young, she watched her grandfather return from the war, with the red sky as his background, making him look like a god of war coming to the world.
Until a long time later, she could still dream about that scene, and she had a heroic dream in her heart.
Later, something happened to her eldest brother. Nangong Nishang looked at her brother who was covered in blood and her mother who was crying so much that she couldn't bear to die. Her anger surged in her heart, and the dream of being a hero that she had dreamed about for a long time also arose in her heart.
She can replace her eldest brother as the young master!
As long as she becomes the young master, she can lead the army like her grandfather and become a great hero!
She really had selfish motives when she came forward at that time.
It can be said that the heroic image of her grandfather returning from the war built her belief in becoming a hero.
Now she suddenly saw an old man who looked like a dead wolfdog. She really couldn't accept that this was her grandfather, but she was sure that this was her grandfather, dear!
squeak——
The bamboo door was blown by the wind, and a breeze blew in. Bird feathers were flying all over the place, making it feel extremely lonely.
Nangong Nishang sat motionless, as if she was stupid, letting the flying bird feathers fall on her head, staring blankly at her dying grandfather, her faith crumbling.
Until Xiao Longlong broke in, breaking the strange and heavy atmosphere in the room.
"Why are you so dazed? This bad old man, aren't you the only one who keeps saying that you are the grandfather of the God of War?" As he said that, Xiao Longlong came closer and pulled the old man's eyelids to make sure he was still alive.
Looking at the old man's chapped and flaky lips and how thin he was, Xiao Longlong turned to Nangong Nichang and said, "Don't be in a daze. I'll get the old man some water to drink. You go and get the old man some food."
Nangong Nishang got up like a wandering spirit and went downstairs to get something to eat.
Seeing her like this, Yin Dong had no choice but to take over the cooking chores and let Nangong Nichang heat the hot water.
I searched all over the bamboo building, but there was no big ingredient, not even oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, let alone chili, ginger and the like. There was only rice, and it was yellow rice. Then, there was a vegetable patch behind the bamboo building, except for
Weeds were as tall as half a person, and we could still find a few cabbage plants and purslane.
When it comes to cooking or cooking, it can only be very simple. Make porridge, add chopped vegetables and that's it.
When Yin Dong finished cooking the porridge and carried a bowl of vegetable porridge upstairs, the strong aroma wafted out. The old man who was lying on the bed and was dazed immediately sat up straight, sniffed and sniffed, looking extremely greedy.
Is this man really Marshal Nangong?
Yin Dong felt that it looked nothing like him. Could it be that Nangong Nishang created a fake grandfather to deceive Xiao Longlong?
This doubt is not only shared by Yin Dong, but also by Xiao Longlong.
Xiao Longlong said suspiciously: "This bad old man was lying down just now and couldn't even raise his eyelids. But when he saw the porridge coming, he sat up directly? Sister, where did you find such a person?
Bad old man for acting?"
Hearing this, Nangong Nishang reflexively waved her hand and hit Xiao Longlong on the head, and said angrily: "You little bastard, what are you talking about? Is this our biological grandfather?"
Xiao Longlong, who was beaten so badly that his forehead hurt, had a gloomy look on his face.
So, God sent him through time just to torture him with such a cheap elder sister, right?
"Nangong Nishang, if you dare to knock me on the head again, I will leave and I won't bother to care about your life or death anymore!"
After saying the harsh words, Xiao Longlong looked at his grandfather with an unkind expression, feeling that this bad old man was a big liar who had teamed up with his elder sister to deceive him.
The old man didn't look at Xiao Longlong, but stared at the bowl of porridge with gleaming eyes. When the bowl of porridge was finished, he fell straight down, causing the entire bamboo floor to vibrate.
"Grandpa!" Nangong Nishang screamed and looked at her grandfather in horror.
"Xiao Shang'er, don't cry. My grandfather was poisoned. The poison was forced to his lower limbs. He can't move his body, but he won't die for a while!"
Suddenly, a feeble voice sounded, causing the three people's eyes to look over, from his face to his whole body, and landed on the exposed black skin at his ankles.
"It's fine after being poisoned." Xiao Longlong breathed a sigh of relief, but in the next second he received two blows from the chestnuts and a scolding from the eldest sister who pulled his ears.
"You little bastard, you dare to curse your grandfather? What does it mean to be poisoned? No matter how bad your family is to you, you are still a child of the Nangong family and the young master of the Shuai family. As long as you are alive, you owe me the gift of childbirth, and you are the one to blame.
Unbreakable responsibilities and obligations, the honor of the family..."
The sound of scolding made him dizzy, and Xiao Longlong had to stretch out his fingers to kill Nangong Nishang's secret hole, causing her to feel a sudden pain that left her speechless and breaking out in cold sweat.
Xiao Longlong broke free from her clutches and looked at the cheap elder sister who still wanted to brainwash him, his eyes slightly cold.
"If you want to be buried as a sacrifice to the Nangong family, it's your death. As for being owed the gift of birth and support, well, I didn't kill Nangong Xuan, I just left him to repay the favor of birth and support. Otherwise, I'll go now
How about killing him and making the Nangong family extinct?"
Nangong Nishang's forehead was covered with big beads of sweat. The inexplicable pain made her speechless. Her pale lips trembled. She wanted to say something, but couldn't.
"Nangongxuan sent a team of black-armored knights to Yin Village to kill me. Don't the other people in the Shuai Mansion know? If they really didn't know, how could the Nangong family still guard Baizhan Pass for so many years?"
Xiao Longlong sneered and said angrily: "That old guy just doesn't care about my son. He is unkind, so don't blame me for being unjust!"
"Don't talk to me about fatherly filial piety, family responsibilities, etc.!"
"When he chose Nangong Xuan, gave up on me as his son, and even tacitly allowed Nangong Xuan to use me as a whetstone, it was like he personally cut off the relationship between father and son."
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There were so many resentful words roared out of Xiaolonglong's mouth, which did not surprise Nangong Nishang, but rather surprised Yin Dong.
Chapter completed!