"As for the fifth brother who came to Yang's house, he didn't hand over the post, let alone the purpose of his visit. He just rushed into the operating room. Only then did Zhu Shan and the others send the fifth brother out of the Yang family. It's no wonder that the fifth brother made the mistake in the first place.
Zhu Shan."
Mr. Friday looked at Zhu Shan, this beggar-like man just beat him? Then he would really become a joke.
"Not only is it not Zhu Shan's fault, it is because of Zhu Shan and everyone's help that enough penicillin was produced. Not to mention that Dong Shizi and General Fan were saved, and the wounded soldiers who returned from Baoding were also able to be treated."
Yang Mo didn't care about the second old man's gaze.
The second old man sneered in his heart, he knew that Yang would protect his shortcomings, and he knew that Yang would be as sharp-tongued as before when he came here, but he still came to the door. This was a cover-up.
The Yang family thought that he was just as easy to fool as the Chang family. Those who met the Yang family were just childish, and Zhou Chengling was the same. When he first came to Beijing, he did not arrange matters for the Ministry of War, did not ask for military power, but came to support the Yang family.
It is not enough to be a little clever as a clan member, you must also know how to weigh the priorities, because there is only one step away between a clan child and the throne. This is true when you are a prince, and it is also true in the clan branch after many years.
As long as you think about the throne, you can give up everything.
There was a cold look in the eyes of the second old man. The third child was fighting in a war and deserted. If the whole matter was turned into a family matter instead of a state matter, Zhou Chengling would harm the third child so much because he was at odds with their family. In this way, the third child would be harmed.
The mistakes are nothing, and the clan affairs will just be settled in the end.
The second old man pretended to be so angry that he couldn't stand still and had someone help him sit down.
Today is spent like this, and his play will not be finished until there is news from the third child.
Yang Mo looked at Zhou Chengling.
The second old man seemed to be here for Mrs. Zhou's dead child, but his eyes were less filled with sadness and anger and more filled with pretense and calculation.
Especially the stewards around the second old man were always looking around.
The second old man and his family were not here for Mrs. Wednesday. Mrs. Wednesday was just a bait. They had already planned to come to the Yang family to cause this scene.
They had long expected that something happened to Mrs. Wednesday's child.
Yang Mo thought about the child who died before he could even take a breath. How could these people be so heartless? They were the flesh and blood of their family, but they were exploited without batting an eye.
Mr. Friday lowered his head, as if he had no more thoughts, and just blindly obeyed the second old man. No matter whether it was good or bad, it could not be implicated in him.
This is really smart.
Compared to the stupidity of Master Wednesday and the Third Lady, Master Friday has been pretending to show weakness.
Yang Mo suddenly understood that Mr. Friday had deliberately caused trouble when he came to seek medical treatment this time, just to prevent Mrs. Wednesday from receiving medical treatment.
"Old man, please go back," Yang Mo looked at the second old man, "There are still patients waiting for me to treat."
What does this mean? He is not as good as those patients.
The second old man stared.
Yang Mo looked at Mei Xiang, "Help me go back."
Now that he was about to leave, even Mr. Friday, who had been silent all this time, raised his head and looked at Yang Mo in surprise, watching Yang Mo walk towards the house.
Just like that, he walked away in a big way.
Throwing their father and son in the yard.
What on earth is this Yang thinking? Could it be that she sees their intentions.
…
Yang Mo returned to the house, and Zhou Chengling followed.
This must have made Mr. Zhou very angry, but Zhou Chengling hadn't said a word since the second old man entered the Yang family. I don't know what Zhou Chengling was thinking.
After sending the servants down, Zhou Chengling looked at Yang Mo and said, "Don't worry, I know what they want to do. Let's take our time and see."
Zhou Chengling has always been in the city, Yang Mo said: "The second old master should already know about Mr. Wednesday. Logically speaking, it is the right time to ask you what mistake Mr. Wednesday made."
This should be what the Zhou family cares about the most, but the second old lady seems to be just angry that she is indifferent to Zhou Chengling. This can only be explained by one explanation, that is, the second old lady is afraid of alarming Zhou Chengling. What the Zhou family really wants to do is to excuse Mr. Zhou.
But how to excuse it? Yang Mo thought for a moment, "Could it be..."
Zhou Chengling saw what Yang Mo was thinking from Yang Mo's eyes and nodded, "They can do anything."
…
When the master saw the housekeeper on Wednesday, he couldn't help but have runny noses and tears.
The steward came forward and knelt down, "Third Master, you have suffered a lot." The steward raised his head and immediately smelled the smell of urine, emanating from Master Wednesday.
He was tied up in a car and went to the battlefield together. How many times did he see the Tatars charging towards him on horseback? Mr. Wednesday's legs trembled uncontrollably and he immediately urinated.
Zhou Chengling will remember this debt for the rest of his life. He has never suffered like this. Thinking of Zhou Chengling, Master Zhou looked out cautiously and asked, "Does anyone else know that you are here?"
"I don't know. The old man has taken care of everything. Now the soldiers and generals are waiting to celebrate. No one can care about this."
Master Wednesday pricked up his ears and heard the lively sounds outside. He was relieved. Master Wednesday immediately saw the food box placed on the ground by the steward, "Quickly, take out the food for me to eat. I... am about to... starve to death."
…I don’t even know what I’ve been eating these past few days…That Zhou Chengling…said…Dong Zhao and the others have been hungry for so many days, and they also let me…have a taste of what’s inside, this bastard.”
The steward immediately opened the food box, and the aroma of the food inside was overwhelming. Mr. Zhou smelled it greedily, and watched as the rock sugar hoof bones were brought out, along with crab roe, fresh mushrooms, cucumber kidney flowers, and a small plate of his favorite candied fruits.
.
It’s so good, so good, it’s what he likes to eat.
Below is a large bowl of rice. The rice grains are crystal clear, just like peeled eggs.
Mr. Zhou picked up his chopsticks tremblingly and swallowed a big mouthful of rice without paying attention to the vegetables. He choked on his swallowing and coughed.
Seeing Master Zhou's embarrassed appearance, the steward couldn't help but feel unbearable, and the hands on his waist couldn't help but tremble.
"Eat slowly, Third Master, eat slowly."
"It's a pity, it's a pity," Master Zhou pushed his beard aside while eating, "It's cold, it's a bit cold. It would be better if it was just brought out from the kitchen."
"You should make do with it, it's so far away."
Mr. Zhou nodded, "It will be fine from now on," he said, wiping the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, "It will be fine from now on. I will be fine when I get home. I will never go out to fight again. No matter how hard I strive for fame, I have enough."
Mr. Wednesday ate all the food like a whirlwind.
It feels so good to be full. My stomach is full, as if it is full, and I don’t feel empty at all.
It turns out that the feeling of satisfaction is like this. You have to wait until you are very hungry to eat so deliciously. Master Zhou Zhou leaned against the wall with satisfaction, "When will we go back?" He paused and asked, "How is the third lady? How is your stomach?
Is your young master okay?"
The steward stood up and saluted Mr. Wednesday, "Sir, the third lady gave birth to the young master."
Mr. Zhou immediately became energetic, "Have a son? I have a son again?" Suddenly he understood, "The times are not right... How is the child?"
"Okay," the steward lowered his head and did not look at Mr. Wednesday, "Mr. Third will see you soon."
After hearing this, Mr. Zhou Zhou stood up happily and said, "Let's go back home. When we get back to the capital, I'll see what Zhou Chengling can do to us."
After Mr. Zhou finished speaking, he suddenly felt his throat tightening. Something was wrapping around it and slowly tightening it, making him breathless. He stretched out his hand to grab the rope tightly, but it didn't move at all. He went to grab it again.
The hands holding the rope.
The steward was already covered in cold sweat, "Third Master, please take one step first, and the younger one will come later. There is nothing I can do about it. This is what the old master ordered me to do. Only when the Third Master goes, our young master can enter the palace."
, Only in the future can we inherit the great power. To inherit the great power is to be the emperor. The old man said, let you think about it later, you won’t be too sad. If you want to blame it, it’s all Mr. Zhou Shi’s fault. If it weren’t for him, the old man wouldn’t have thought of it.
Such a method."
"There's really nothing we can do."
"Tiger poison cannot eat its seeds. The old man has nothing to do. If it were for other things, the old man would definitely not do this. That is... that is... the throne."
Mr. Zhou said "ho ho" and was speechless. He stared outwards and kicked his feet desperately, as if this would allow him to breathe again and get rid of the rope around his neck. His whole body stood upright with a ferocious expression.
horrible.
"Just think about the throne, the throne, the throne... The Queen Mother has already agreed, already agreed, already agreed..."
Mr. Wednesday couldn't hear a word he said.
Everything in the body rushes out.
Everything was arranged, and the old man had someone write a letter of death imitating Master Zhou's calligraphy, telling the injustice of being framed by Zhou Chengling. When the time came, he said that Master Three was going to go on the road, and he must do it, so as to preserve his integrity and reputation.
As long as the person is dead, nothing else matters.
The steward was making a last-ditch effort when the curtain was suddenly opened and several people walked in.
Master Zhou was still struggling weakly, but the steward refused to let go.
…
The second old man calculated the time, and it was almost time. He never thought that he would kill like this in the end, but there was no turning back. Throughout the ages, many people have fought for this throne with bloodshed, and the death of one person is nothing.
Even if the lives of the whole family are involved, we have to fight for it.
This opportunity finally fell to their family, and they couldn't give up easily. They must never give up.
"The patient is here, get out of the way." The voice came from a distance, and the doctors in the yard came over.
"What patient?"
The second old man glanced indifferently and turned his head.
"Old Master, Old Master," the steward suddenly shouted in a low voice, "It's... it's... the third master, it's the third master."
The second old man stood up immediately.
The steward immediately went to see what was going on.
"How is it?" The second old man's voice was trembling.
"The third master is not in good condition, but... I don't know if he will be revived by Yang... I don't know. Yang has the ability to bring the dead back to life."