Liao Qian thought he had said it very clearly.

However, he obviously didn't understand Liao Jia's brain circuit very much.

"Refusing or not rejecting is not something you or she can decide." The only smile on Liao Jia's face disappeared without a trace, replaced by irresistible strength and arbitrary tyranny. "Liu just informs you, not asks you and other wishes. The best thing your sister can do is to take is the stick. This is not impossible, but she must be able to choose the stick, not just the stick for her to choose."

Liao Qian felt that this person was unreasonable.

"Don't you understand human words?"

Liao Jia said: "You can only listen to me."

Liao Qian was angry at these words and laughed: "Just ask why?"

What qualifications are the so-called uncle/uncle who is not close to each other, what is the right to point fingers at his siblings? When they were almost used as ingredients, where did this person die? He was not here at that time, and now he can also go away. Liao Qian was worried that Liao Jia did not dare to have murderous intentions, so he could only click. He snorted coldly, preparing to stay away from this madman. As soon as his left foot was moved, a sword was crossed by his neck, and the cold sword tip was almost against his skin.

Liao Qian's anger arose from his heart!

Liao Jia said: "Just because you have to follow."

He used practical operations to tell Liao Qian what choice is!

"A choice with room for money is called a choice, and a choice without room for money can only be called compromise." Liao Jia ignored the other party's face that was as gray as the bottom of the pot, and his tone was playful, "Repaying kindness is my business. You have no right to choose, you only have room for compromise with me."

No need for their opinions.

What to do, just listen to his little and beautiful things.

"I'm a brave warrior!"

Isn’t killing a literary scholar alone the same as playing?

Liao Jia raised his eyebrows and did not take his threat to heart, but instead mocked him in a contemptuous and provocative tone: "You try!"

Liao Qian: "..."

If Liao Qian had three points of confidence at the beginning, but when he saw Shen Tang moving half a step towards Liao Jia, he would have no choice. Shen County Magistrate Shen had only one hint of his actions - her relationship with this red-robed monster might not be the only surface!

He could only change his strategy and scold Shen Tang in his heart.

If he had known this, he would have been better than a tragedy in Cui!

Liao Qian suppressed his anger: "Didn't you say that my mother is kind to you? That's how you repay your benefactor's descendants?"

Liao Jia had no intention of putting down the long sword.

"She just entrusted your sister to me to take care of me during her lifetime, not you." Facing the questioning, she was not guilty, but was justified: "You are indeed her offspring, but you are still the blood of that man. Your biological father is the culprit of her killing her! If you follow me, you are the offspring of my benefactor. If you don't follow me, then you are the son of your enemy. Don't understand this simple truth?"

Liao Qian: "..."

He said that people in troubled times have mental problems.

I'm having a brain disease!

Liao Qian endured the blue veins leaping wildly on his forehead, and he actually felt the murderous intent emitted by Liao Jia, so he had to compromise.

"Sister won't agree."

Liao Jia laughed at this and spoke again: "As long as she doesn't want to see your head, I think she will do it."

Liao Qian: "..."

Suddenly I was curious about the origin of the Red Robe Monster and his mother.

Are you sure that your mother has favors her, not hatred?

The ideological work was effective. Liao Jia took his sword and returned to the sheath, and asked Liao Qian to write a letter to call his sister. He said that he would definitely take him away if he wanted to take the person away. Liao Qian could only be unwilling to respond.

When he thought that he was forced to compromise, he was in line with the fallacy of the Hongpao Monster, he was angry. This was one of the first things; secondly, the identity of the uncle/uncle mentioned by the other party was just one-sided, and the authenticity of the suicide note of the orphanage still needs to be verified. He had a trick in his mind and would let his sister be taken away by such a person. He could not agree to a delayed plan, but would an old man like Liao Jia not guess?

Liao Qian: "Sister is not young, how can you help her?"

Liao Jia: "This is not something you should worry about."

Liao Qian: "..."

It's up to me, this red robe monster is doing well.

Liao Jia reminded him quietly: "You'd better not make any wrong ideas. You won't want to experience my methods personally. Back then, I hated your father for your mother and abandoned your sister like a piece of clothing, which made me unable to bring her out of the inner courtyard of the deep palace. Times change, and it's not difficult to take your sister away without your consent. Unless you are as affectionate as your father!"

These words are really ambiguous.

Liao Qian felt mixed feelings when he heard this.

My mother is actually a woman from the inner palace in the deep palace? Doesn’t it mean that my sister and I are both from the royal family? Thinking of the many hardships I had in my childhood, I sighed without any regrets about the impermanence of the world. So what about the royal bloodline? In the chaotic world, it may also turn into a meal on the plate.

Hearing the meaning of the Hongpao Monster, the other party had coveted his mother? No wonder, no wonder the other party had such a strange logic! He said ignorantly: "It's hard to say that the son follows his father."

The next moment, he felt a real murderous intent.

The red-robed monster's eyes clearly stated that they wanted to kill someone. Liao Qian subconsciously took a step back, and the martial arts energy of the Dan Mansion surged, and his fighting spirit was almost out of control. The red-robed monster's murderous intent was not a threatening nature, but really wanted to kill him. Just because of his words of agreement?

Just when the two were in a stalemate, Shen Tang came to intervene.

"This is not a place for negotiation." Shen Tang suppressed Liao Jia without any trace and wanted to draw the sword, so as not to impulse to do something that he would regret for life. "Honor... Well, it is a happy event for you to find the son of an old friend. You should hold a banquet to celebrate, and it will be a big deal."

The real Liao Qian is here. Shen Tang is embarrassed when he calls the vest name that Liao Jia borrows. He can't call his real name, so he can only go there vaguely. Liao Jia suppresses his emotions with reason and warns Liao Qian in a dissolute tone: "Same words, don't let me hear it the second time. If there is a second time, I won't care if you are her son!"

Liao Qian's other half of his blood made him extremely disgusted.

This child really imitated his biological father, and Liao Jia would not give him face.

Liao Qian: "..."

The group of four returned to the government office in silence.

Chen Tang asked the chef aunt to make some dishes that Liao Jia was used to, and arranged more than 20 jars of pure and unbleached spiritual wine. Just smelling the overflowing fragrance of wine makes people feel hazy and drunk. Liao Qian was so confused that he forgot his previous unhappiness for a while, and even wanted to scold people after taking a sip.

Is this spiritual wine the same thing as the monthly salary spiritual wine?

It's exactly the same!

He couldn't help but take a few more sips, and saw the red-robed monster drinking silently, and couldn't help asking for the doubts that had been buried in his heart for many years.

"Mother, what kind of person is she?"

When Liao Jia came back to his senses, he realized that he was asking himself.

This question stumped him. The memory of that person was so long that it turned yellow and blurred, and he could not get a specific adjective for a while. Liao Jia said instinctively: "She should be a famous scholar, knowledgeable, intelligent, kind and gentle, and decisive. Humph, if she was a man, or if she could be born more than twenty years later, she would be able to suppress her in this world, there would be less than one hand."

Liao Qian asked: "Where is the appearance?"

Liao Jia said meanly: "Preface? I didn't expect that the person who asked such a shallow question would be her son. However, it was not surprising to think of your father as a dog. In the face of absolute talent and talent, appearance is the least worth mentioning. The mind is the same as the sky, the mind is broad and the earth is wide. There are always some dogs whose eyes can only see the outer skin."

Liao Qian: "..."

He never forgot to scold his biological father in three words.

It seems that the biological father I have never met is indeed not an individual.

"I asked her what she looked like just to see her. I used to think of her mother, and there was only a blank face in my mind."

Everyone has a mother, so naturally he and his sister have it too.

Liao Jia was silent for a moment.

He softened his mouth: "I will go back and draw a portrait for you."

Liao Qian became more and more sure that the Hongpao monster had different feelings for his mother. He didn't know whether to sympathize with him or laugh at him. Liao Qian asked about his parents' identity again, but Liao Jia didn't want to answer. At this time, Cui Mi interjected: "In the past fifty years, there have been four royal families in the southwest, from different branches. But if they meet the age of Zunguang, there should be only two countries."

The two countries were originally one, but they were divided into two because of internal struggles of offspring. Soon after, they were destroyed one after another. It was called the royal family, but in fact they were two small countries. Based on Liao Jia's dressing habits and the few words she revealed, Cui Mi was basically sure.

Liao Qian silently wrote it down and prepared to check it out.

Liao Jia glanced at him indifferently.

"Does Cui Erlang have something you love?"

This problem is very abrupt. Liao Qian is not sure, so Cui Mi smiles stiffly. He knows that Liao Jia is warning himself not to talk too much.

Liao Jia showed a sneer.

His facial features are rather subtle, and when his face is expressionless, he shows the charm of a scholar. Once the corners of his lips curled up, he instantly switched from a rural celebrity to a treacherous criminal. He wanted to slap him in the face after seeing it. Three points are treacherous and seven points are vulgar!

Cui Mi: "..."

He looked at Chen Tang sitting on the top.

The latter is as stable as Mount Tai and has no intention of making decisions for him.

Cui Mi's mood at this moment coincided with Liao Qian not long ago. The two of them felt sick and felt sorry for each other! He could only choose to suffer a loss.

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Fortunately, Liao Jia didn't stay for long.

There was no one on the third day.

Liao Qian breathed a sigh of relief, glad that the red robe monster left, but when he returned to the room, he saw an unfamiliar scroll on the table. The scroll was new in color and luxurious in texture. His expression was complicated and opened. The person in the painting was only in his early twenties, with an unmarried girl's hair bun.

His appearance is not very outstanding, even ordinary.

There are a few messages everywhere, and there are strange things everywhere.

How could the ordinary appearance arouse the covetousness of the emperor? In the popular customs of the southwest, women and hairpins will get married, and the outfit and age of the woman in the painting will conflict until Liao Qian opened the letter next to him.
To be continued...