Mr. Wednesday's hasty voice sounded, and the second old man's face suddenly turned ugly. Everyone followed Mr. Wednesday's gaze and looked at the second old man.
The second old man looked a little nervous.
What is going on? Why is Mr. Zhou so scared when he sees Mr. Er?
"Don't kill me." Master Zhou trembled, his voice was hoarse, and his body kept moving back.
The second old man's eyes were red, "You kid, you are scared. I am your father. Take a good look. I am your father."
The second old man only remembered the fear when someone strangled his throat. The rope seemed to be stuck in his throat. In his ears was the voice of a servant in the family, "Third master, you can't blame me. I also obeyed the old master. You are dead, little one."
You won't survive. When you get there, I'll be a cow or a horse to serve you."
Mr. Wednesday stared at the second old man, "Why, why do you want to kill me, dad, why do you want people to kill me."
Now everyone heard clearly.
The second old man's whole heart seemed to be grasped by someone, making him choked and unable to breathe.
If Mr. Zhou's words were vague just now, now they are clear. Even King Xian who came over heard it clearly.
King Xian looked at the second old man, "Old man, what's going on? Why do you want... want..."
The second old man's face turned the color of pig liver.
Mr. Zhou shouted a few times, then suddenly bent over and vomited.
All the delicacies he had just eaten were vomited on the ground. Looking at the vomit on the ground, Mr. Zhou suddenly burst into tears. He was tied to the car by Zhou Chengling on the battlefield and survived, but he almost died at the hands of his father.
…
In full view of everyone, the second old man covered his heart and suddenly fell down.
The second old man closed his eyes tightly as if he didn't know anything.
The servants of the Zhou family suddenly panicked, "Quick, go and ask for the imperial doctor."
After saying this, King Xian wanted to laugh a little. He saw the second old master's nose flaring, "There is no need to ask for a doctor, there are doctors all over the Yang family's yard."
Hearing this, the second old man really felt angry. When he heard King Xian's inquiry, he subconsciously thought of this trick, but forgot that he was in the Yang family.
Where is the Yang family?
Wherever there is no doctor, the Yang family is never in short supply.
He delivered it directly to your door.
King Xian said: "Hurry and carry it to the house and ask the doctor to take your pulse."
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The second old man was lying on the bed and his body was covered with gold needles. He still didn't dare to open his eyes. When he opened his eyes, he didn't know what to say, but he didn't expect that King Xian wouldn't give him time to breathe.
"Have the servants of the Zhou family been arrested?" King Xian asked Zhou Chengling directly.
Zhou Chengling said: "I heard from the people at the Ministry of War that it is already under review. The meals and food boxes sent are from the second old master's house. There is also a letter, which the third master said was not written by him."
"I just asked Master Zhou to write a few words. The Ministry of War asked Mr. Cheng, who recognizes handwriting in Beijing, to take a look."
Hearing this, the second old man almost sat up immediately.
That letter was the key. The third child refused to admit that it was written by him. If the court asked the husband to identify the result, they would not be able to deny it. It was over, it was over. Not only was the matter not done, but the family was also in trouble because of it.
King Xian deliberately looked at the second old man on the bed, "What is the reason?"
Zhou Chengling said: "It's better to ask the third master."
After hearing the words of the third master, the second old master on the bed took a deep breath and suddenly came to life.
King Xian cannot be allowed to ask the third child again. The third child is now unconscious and may not be able to say anything.
"My son," the second old man cried, "let me ask my son what's going on."
Now he wanted to see Mr. Zhou Zhou. Zhou Chengling turned his back to the second old man and said, "Take good care of the old man. In the Yang family, nothing will happen to you and the third brother."
Zhou Chengling knew clearly what he was afraid of, but Zhou Chengling said this, which was a stab to his heart.
The second old man is about to lie down again.
Zhou Chengling suddenly turned his head and said, "The old man has to take care of himself at this time. Do you still remember how Yan Ge was rescued?"
That was Yang grabbing his heart with his hand.
The second old man suddenly felt the pain of his heart being pulled. He could not let Yang put his hand into his chest, Yang would tear his heart out all at once.
Looking at the fear in the eyes of the second old man, Zhou Chengling couldn't help but want to laugh. The second old man sacrificing the third master was like a strong man cutting off his wrist. In fact, he was just thinking about glory and wealth. If he really lost a piece of flesh, he would be like Mr. Wednesday.
fear.
On Wednesday, the old man was picked up by King Xian to rest in Prince Xian's Mansion. When he heard the news, the second old man immediately became like an ant on fire and hurriedly asked people to carry him out of Yang's house.
After returning from Baoding, Yang Mo lay on the bed for the first time, with her wet hair hanging down. Chunhe wiped it slowly, and Yang Mo felt a little drowsy.
Chunhe whispered: "Grandma can't sleep. Sleeping with your hair wet is not good for your health."
Yang Mo hummed, but kept blinking.
I was so sleepy that I seemed to be able to fall asleep in the blink of an eye. I didn't care whether my hair was wet or not. I was anxious for a few days and wanted to hug Duke Zhou immediately.
When she was dazed, the small hands on her head had been replaced by a pair of big hands.
"You know you're sleepy now?" Zhou Chengling's voice sounded from above his head.
Yang Mo nodded honestly.
"Fool," Zhou Chengling's voice sounded like he was sighing, "You risk your life just to cure a disease and save others. Other people's lives are important, but yours is not? Where have I seen a woman like you? You should hide in your house and worry about men."
Zhou Chengling's hands are not springy and dexterous, but he is very careful. Zhou Chengling looks cold on the surface, but he did not expect to be so gentle.
After finally drying her hair, Chun and the others took away the lights in the room. Yang Mo leaned in Zhou Chengling's arms, listening to Zhou Chengling's heartbeat, "It's great, peace is finally here."
Zhou Chengling gently patted Yang Mo's shoulder with his hand.
This touch made Yang Mo feel more at peace, "You have lost weight, and my chest feels uncomfortable." Yang Mo deliberately moved her head and took Zhou Chengling's hand.
Zhou Chengling's ancestors died very early. Zhou Chengling had a headache but still had to run around outside. She didn't know how to take care of him to make him live longer. She really hoped that he would be healthy forever.
"People say that everything is good in the first year of marriage. We have only been married for a short time, and you started to dislike it." Zhou Chengling said, tightening his hand on Yang Mo's shoulder and holding Yang Mo in his arms.
Yang Mo laughed silently, "Just bring it back as soon as possible, so as not to worry me."
I don’t know who is worried about whom.
Yang Mo wanted to say a few more words to Zhou Chengling, but Zhou Chengling looked at her tired look and said, "Close your eyes and have a rest. We'll talk to you tomorrow if you have anything to say."
Hearing Zhou Chengling say to close his eyes, Yang Mo fell asleep immediately.
After a while, she started snoring. The sound was not loud, but her breathing was very heavy. She must have been so exhausted to sleep like this.
Zhou Chengling looked at Yang Mo sleeping peacefully and fell asleep quickly.
…
Yang Mo opened her eyes and looked at the hourglass. It was already midnight and Zhou Chengling was no longer in the room.
Yang Mo hurriedly got up and put on clothes.
Hearing the movement in the house, Chunhe came in to wait on her, "Grandma is awake. I'll ask the kitchen to prepare meals."
Yang Mo said while buttoning up, "Where is the Tenth Master? Have you returned home?" Yesterday, she stayed at the Yang family for convenience. She did not expect that Zhou Chengling would also stay with her at her parents' house.
"No," Chunhe said, "The Tenth Master and Prince Dong are talking and will be here soon." He paused, "Wei Mao asked me to tell grandma that the conditions of General Fan and Prince Dong are getting better, so you can rest in peace."
With."
Yang Mo nodded, "Have Wei Mao and Zhang Ge rested?"
"Let's take a rest," Chunhe laughed when he thought of this, "Grandma didn't see that there was a whole room sleeping in the east courtyard, and people said that they were snoring loudly."
The kitchen brought the food and Zhou Chengling came back from outside.
"Have you eaten?" Yang Mo subconsciously tidied Zhou Chengling's clothes.
Zhou Chengling said: "No, I'm waiting for you."
It was already noon and she was still waiting for her. Yang Mo looked at the two bowls of shredded pork noodles that were served and remembered that the two of them shared noodles in the military camp. This time Zhou Chengling brought the small bowl to her and said, "Eat slowly.
You have a bad appetite. Mr. Bai said that you need to take some medicine to recover slowly. Just be patient and eat less for the past two days."
When did Zhou Chengling ask Mr. Bai to come to see her.
Why is Zhou Chengling so worried about her body? She seems to know something.
What could he know? She should be the one to predict it.
After finishing the meal and drinking some soup, Zhou Chengling glanced over at him, and Yang Mo had to shut up.
Once you get married, someone will take care of your food and housing, so you can't be as casual as before.
After dinner, Yang Mo went to the front to see the patients, and Zhou Chengling picked her up.
Yang Mo almost shouted in surprise. Fortunately, there were no servants in the room, otherwise she would have been ashamed to death.
"I just went to check it out. Everything is fine. Wei Mao will send the pulse report soon."
Yang Mo was about to talk back.
Zhou Chengling frowned, "I told you that I couldn't get up because my feet were injured, but I just didn't listen."
The trauma medicine was very good, and after resting for a long time, she felt that the pain was not too much, so she got up and moved around.
"Who said that three-thirds should be divided into seven-quarters?"
Looking at Zhou Chengling's stubborn expression, Yang Mo had no choice but to lie back on the bed obediently and asked, "How is the second old lady doing?"
She couldn't see the patients, so she remembered this incident. She was such a restless person.
Zhou Chengling said: "We haven't found out the truth yet, but everyone in the clan camp already knows that the second old master wants to send Brother Feng to pass to the emperor."
Even the clan camp knows about it, so why don't they start a fuss?
They are all children of the Zhou family. Who wouldn't want to give his son to the emperor to be the crown prince?
Now it's a good show, so many people are fighting for a piece of meat, and they are still bloody.
Yang Mo looked at Zhou Chengling, "This saves the trouble for the Tenth Master. Someone will tell the Emperor about what Master Shi did in Baoding Mansion on Wednesday, and there is no need to go to great lengths to investigate the matter of the Second Old Master ordering someone to kill his son.
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The second old man's family has become the target of public criticism, and the emperor in the Shangqing Court cannot continue to be quiet. In the past, competing for the throne was only a matter for the emperor's sons. Now, as long as the bloodline of the clan is more orthodox, everyone has a share.
No matter who came up with the idea to give Brother Feng to the emperor, they just stung a hornet's nest.