Although Zhao Changyuan stopped his useless struggle, he was still furious and said with a ferocious face: "Don't touch my wife! Otherwise, I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost!"
"Don't worry, even if Lin really wants to attack Madam, there is no chance." Lin Mobai looked at him with some sympathy, hesitated again and again, and decided to tell the truth. "Pan Zhuqing tried his best to risk your life with
I will change your wife's medicine, and I will definitely protect her for you from now on."
Zhao Changyuan thought he had heard wrongly or understood wrongly, so he was stunned for a long time before murmuring and asked: "What are you talking about?"
This time, the wealthy man spoke concisely and to the point, and the other party could hear him clearly.
Zhao Changyuan was completely stunned. His angry face returned to a dull look, and he muttered to himself, repeating: "Pan Zhuqing...Pan Zhuqing..."
Lin Mobai shook his head and comforted: "Whether I love you or hate you, it has nothing to do with you from now on. The only thing I can do for you is to tell you the truth."
"Pan Zhuqing...Pan Zhuqing..." He was still mumbling in a daze, asking himself over and over again in his mind where he had offended Pan Zhuqing. The conclusion he finally came to made him completely crazy. That bastard, he was the one who did what he did.
wife.
With a hoarse roar, Lin Mobai watched helplessly as the iron rope in his hand collapsed, not to mention the wooden stake behind him, which was instantly broken into two pieces. The guards outside the door responded and were stopped by Zhao Changyuan.
He was knocked unconscious against the wall with each hand. Just when he was about to rush out of the cell door, he tripped over the shackles at his feet and fell to the ground. When he tried to get up, several people rushed in from outside the door and tied his hands behind his back with iron ropes.
After locking him, he lifted him up and pressed him against the wall.
Lin Mobai's face turned pale with fright, and he didn't dare to delay any longer. He took out the medicine bottle from his sleeve, pinched Zhao Changyuan's chin, and drank the whole bottle.
A fishy smell immediately rushed from Zhao Changyuan's throat into his heart. Lin Mobai stretched out a palm, raised Qi and luck, and slapped him on the chest...
First, he felt a strong burning on the skin of his chest, and then he felt his heart beating faster and faster. Fragments of his past life flashed through his mind in a frame skipping manner. The people who had stayed or passed by in his life before
, flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern at this moment. The serious father, the loving mother, the cheerful master, the teacher who talked and shook his head, Yang Yiyi who grabbed his clothes and never left, the loyal He Yong, the evil young man who cared for each other...
In the end, all the thoughts were fixed on a bright little face.
The strangeness after lifting the sedan curtain on the wedding day; the flickering escape after getting along after marriage; the growing affection after seeing each other day and night; the determination after the breakup; the deeper and deeper infatuation with him after getting back together... I thought of it
These things made his heart wet and hot, his eyes gradually blurred, and the beautiful figure seemed to be standing in front of him, reaching out to him to wipe away the last tear from the corner of his eyes. "Mr., I love you."
Ever since Pan Zhuqing vaccinated the bad boy, the Cangzhou Prefecture camp has entered a state of intense preparation for war. The generals have not returned to the post house these days, and they have spent all their time eating, drinking and sleeping in the camp. Waiting for the enemy's visit,
Waiting for news about Zhao Changyuan and Xiao Juan, waiting for Gong Yueyue to wake up, waiting for the bad luck gathering above Zhao Jiajun's head to dissipate quickly.
"Master, it's not good!" Yin Liang suddenly appeared in the Evil Young Master's tent, with a nervous look on his face, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
Although the evil young man was pounding in his heart, he remained calm on the surface: "What's wrong?"
"Eunuch Tong is back." This means that Zhao Changyuan's private departure from the army can no longer be concealed.
The evil young man folded his arms and squinted his eyes and muttered: "Isn't Liuzhou City so fun? You're back so soon."
He Yong was not as calm as him. He was so shocked that his mind went blank and he jumped up from his chair. "What should we do? This guy is not a fuel-efficient lamp." What's more, Eunuch Tong originally had 120,000 yuan for Zhao Changyuan.
A lot of attention...
The evil young man touched his chin and paced back and forth in the military tent, his thoughts racing rapidly. In this situation, he had to hide this matter. If Tong Xian found out, Zhao Changyuan would be dead anyway. But
, what should I do to hide it from that old fox?
After a moment, his eyes brightened: "I remember Brother Yang told me that one night a man named Tong captured a man and he seemed to look like a big white goose. Is this the case?"
He Yong immediately replied: "That's what happened."
"Have you seen it? How similar is it?"
He Yong frowned and thought about it carefully, and finally said: "He is not as tall as our marshal, and his body is a bit slimmer. He looks...there is indeed some similarity."
"Does anyone know where he lives?" A shrewd smile crept up the corner of the evil young man's mouth.
"Ge Xiaoqing should know that he was the one who sent the person back."
"That's easy. I'll go meet him." The evil young man said as he took off his armor and put on some light clothes. "Oh, by the way, there's been no news about the big white goose since he's been gone for so long. I think it's time to give him some advice."
His father and his master sent a message. What do you think?"
These words made both the speaker and the listener feel very uncomfortable, but at this moment, it was not the time to be emotional. According to the bad young master's inference, Zhao Changyuan was most likely in trouble.
He Yong nodded with a grimace and said: "Let's do it like this, I'll send someone to deliver the message." No one wants to imagine how Zhao Xiong and his wife, who are far away in Luoyang, will react when they learn about the current situation of their son and daughter-in-law.
The evil young man changed his clothes, looked at each other helplessly with He Yong, and finally walked out of the military tent with Yin Liang.
No matter how proud Pan Zhuqing and Zhao Changyuan were, they couldn't keep the two imperial doctors in Cangzhou City and delayed returning to the capital. Fortunately, before leaving, Imperial Physician Zheng had taught Fu Yun the traditional acupuncture method, and Pan Zhuqing gave him a gift.
I have been taking the medicine for three days. Although Gong Yueyue's vital signs have not improved much, they have not become worse or weaker.
These girls treated Gong Yueyue with all their heart and soul. They administered acupuncture and medicine, and stayed with her day and night. Gong Yueyue's friendship with them was not in vain, let alone Zhao Changyuan's entrustment before leaving.
That night, the girls were as usual. After dinner, they all gathered in front of Gong Yueyue's bed, doing embroidery and chatting about every sentence.
Suddenly, Tian Hai's excited and changed voice came from outside the door: "Master, the master is back! Master! Master, you are back!"
"A sign?" Sixth Aunt was so surprised that she pricked her finger with the embroidery needle without even noticing.
"Jealous?" Du Ruotong also dropped what he was doing and rushed out of the house.
Outside the house, "Zhao Changyuan", who had not been seen for a long time, stood side by side with Pan Jingyuan, carrying a baggage. He was in good spirits, but there seemed to be something missing and something added between his eyebrows... Everyone ran out of each room, stunned by surprise. No one could
I didn't notice the difference in him at this moment.
"Uncle, you are back, we are worried to death!"
The girls gathered around him asking questions. Only Fu Yun looked on with cold eyes, and finally walked back to the house nonchalantly.
Her uniqueness caught the attention of the evil young master. He left everyone and "Zhao Changyuan" behind, walked into the room alone and said to Fu Yun's back: "Sister Yun is so calm."
Fu Yun walked to the bed and sat down, rubbed Gong Yueyue's hand, and said lightly: "What's there to be excited about, for a fake..."
The evil young man squinted his eyes and wondered: "Why, is there any flaw? I hired the best makeup artist in the city to do his makeup." Even Zhao Changyuan and his sixth aunt didn't see the flaw, right?
Fu Yun turned around and looked at him with a smile and said: "They do look similar on the outside, but if General Zhao comes back, the second young master, the first thing he will do is go into the room to see his wife, but look at him, look around, No one dares to enter."
The evil young man suddenly realized: "Sister Yun is just as smart as ice and snow."
Du Ruotong also walked in at this time, and happened to hear the conversation between the two. Although he was disappointed, he also found it incredible: "Ms., where did you pick up such a person? He really looks like a jealous person."
The evil young man curled his lips and said helplessly: "I have no choice but to do it. I tell you girls, don't neglect him, he is of great use."
Du Ruotong meekly said: "I know." She hadn't seen her husband for several days, so she couldn't help but move closer to him to get closer.
Yin Liang's voice floated in the distance, high-pitched and persistent. "Master Tong is here -" This was obviously an arranged warning signal.
"Ah?" When the fake Zhao Changyuan heard this name, he was so frightened that he smeared his soles and ran into the house. In his impression, the man was drooling and his eyes were glaring as he forced him onto the kang. It was really unforgettable. Go. If Mr. Pan hadn't paid him a lot of money today, and Marshal Zhao was kind to him, he would never have been willing to come here to seek bad luck.
Young Master Pan E saw his confused look and was afraid that he would cause trouble later, so he pulled him to the back room to stand with the girls, and comforted him: "Calm down, it's okay." After saying that, he immediately shouted loudly. He took a step out of the house, just in time to block Tong Xian, who was walking quickly, at the door of the house.
"Oh, I deserve to die! Such a big thing has happened to Mrs. Zhao. She should have come to see her a long time ago!" Tong's slender voice shocked everyone at the moment, especially the fake Zhao Changyuan who looked pale in the back room.
Mr. Pan is a true hero, but Tong Xian carries out the hypocrisy and disgustingness to the end, and he just accepts everything like swallowing a fly. The evil Mr. smile on his face actually makes Tong Xian feel uncomfortable: "Tong Xian Sir, are you okay?"
"Master Pan...you are here too." The evil young man had teased Tong Xian a lot in the past, and Tong Xian had quite a shadow on his playboyish past. Even now that the evil young man has become a good boy, he still avoids him as much as possible. .
"Well, it's so late, what are you doing?" The bad boy blocked the door with his arms folded, looking directly at Tong Xian with smiling eyes, completely seeing the other person's nervousness.
Although Chen Yaojin came out, he had already come. If he retreated and went back at this time, he would look even more ridiculous. Tong Xian forced a kind smile and asked, "Is General Zhao inside?"
"Tong is here to visit Mrs. Zhao. Well, I have brought some medicinal materials..." He calmed down and took the medicine box from the attendant behind him.
The evil young man smiled and said: "You are really thoughtful. It's a pity that you came at the wrong time. I was planning to bathe my wife inside, so I'm afraid it's inconvenient to disturb me."
"Then... Tong has no choice but to say goodbye..." I haven't seen Zhao Changyuan for a long time, and even saying hello would be great. But he didn't even see him, and Tong Xian was very disappointed. (To be continued)