Chapter 77 Come to the door (there is a rivalry) for pink
Mrs. Dong was fascinated by what she heard. She never thought that her son would one day become a dumb boy.
Mother Guo whispered: "You were afraid before, saying that young people are like greedy cats, but the prince doesn't seem to have that idea."
Who would have thought that we would be in the current situation. Mrs. Dong frowned and said, "We didn't get married, and the elders didn't nod. Where did I have so many thoughts? Something will happen in the future."
Mother Guo said: "It's better to wait and see. It's useless for Madam to worry."
While Mrs. Dong was sighing in the room, Dong Zhao got on his horse and went to Chang's house.
Yang Molan also got out of the car at this time and stepped into the door of Chang's house.
The Chang family was a little different from usual. The servants all gathered in Yang Pan's yard. The backyard seemed cleaner than usual. The servants of the Chang family were leading the way. The Shoushan stone in front disappeared after turning around. Qiu Tong was feeling strange.
Looking for someone, Yang Mo tightened her wrist and was immediately pulled aside.
Yang Mo raised her head and met Chang Yining's slightly dark eyes.
"Don't go over there yet. I'll go talk to the elders in the family and pay tribute to Yang Pan as soon as possible."
Chang Yining held her hand, just like when he took her as his concubine before. He seemed to hook a few fingers lightly but was very tight, as if to declare everything he had.
Yang Mo wanted to pull her hand back, but Chang Yining held on to it, "Why are you so stubborn? Even if you have something on your mind, why didn't you tell me that you wanted to make trouble like this? You used to be weak-tempered. I thought
I just took care of you, but now you have changed and you want to go out and be independent, but you can't just leave me."
Chang Yining's eyes were a bit cold, "Yang Molan, who were we before?"
It's too late. Why didn't she say these words in her previous life? She was already far away from him. What's the use of talking about the past? "Fifth Master really still remembers the past?"
Chang Yining looked at Yang Mo tenderly. He couldn't guess what she meant now, "I've never forgotten her."
"In front of everyone, how dare the fifth master hold the hand of another young lady and express the friendship between the two families?" Yang Mo's voice was calm.
Sure enough, she got involved again.
"Molan, I have never thought about sharing this life with a woman. For the first time in the past two days, I have had such an idea. I want to marry you, share the joys and sorrows with you, and respect each other as guests. I will definitely win fame and give you a happy life.
You have a stable and prosperous life."
If it hadn't been for a while, she would probably have been moved by these words, changed her mind, and listened to Chang Yining's arrangement.
"Don't mess around anymore, otherwise it will get out of hand." Chang Yining saw that Yang Mo was willing to talk to him, and then he let go.
It turned out that she was afraid that she would conflict with Chang's elders again.
"Fifth Master, do you know how much money my grandmother entrusted to the Chang family? Is it really only a mere ten thousand taels? Fifth Master really misses the old relationship, and just think about how my grandmother and father treated Fifth Master. My grandmother entrusted the orphan to the Chang family.
I am full of trust. Since I have left the Chang family, the Chang family should let me get back the things that belong to the Yang family."
Chang Yining suddenly smiled. When had he ever said such sincere words to someone, all he got in exchange was money from her mouth, "Molan, sometimes I wonder, did I do something wrong?"
Yang Mo thought of the tragic death in her previous life and the child in her belly. Perhaps what finally made her make up her mind was the little life in her belly, the little person who would be punched and kicked every day. She could have other choices.
Children no longer have to say goodbye to the world in that way.
From top to bottom in the Chang family, she would rather be an enemy than make any concessions.
Yang Mo took two steps away and took Qiu Tong, Chun He and walked straight forward. The wind suddenly blew on Chang Yining's face, as if it wanted to leave traces of shame on him.
"My eldest son, I asked you to go to the front yard. Your eldest son Wenzhenggong is here."
It turns out that this is the case. No wonder they were so anxious to get away from the Chang family. Mrs. Wen Zhenggong gave Yang Molan and hairpin. Now that she knew that Yang Molan was in trouble, the prince Wen Zhenggong came to the Chang family in person.
Chang Yining sneered, and his eyes, which were originally like dark jade, became a little darker, and their usual calmness was suddenly wiped out, and they suddenly became sinister.
"Just go and have a look and listen to what he has to say."
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Master Chang welcomed Dong Zhao into the hall.
Dong Zhao sat down and picked up the tea to drink. Mr. Chang looked at Dong Zhao closely and waited quietly for Dong Zhao to speak. Mr. Wen Zhenggong had never been to the Chang family. This sudden visit made Mr. Chang a little worried.
Uneasy.
Dong Zhao, however, had no intention of speaking, and kept a straight face as if he was going to sit for a long time.
Mr. Chang couldn't figure it out even more.
"The prince is here..."
Dong Zhao put down the tea cup in his hand and said, "I heard that the eldest master was at home, so I came in to talk."
Mr. Chang opened his eyes wide. The prince said he wanted to speak, but he didn't say a word. He couldn't help but think of Yang Pan's death. If it weren't for this time, he wouldn't be at home at this time. The prince clearly knew
There is something in the words. Mr. Chang felt cold sweat running down his forehead when he thought of this.
"Your Majesty," Chang Yining's voice sounded, "Why do you have time to come to the mansion?" He said, looking at Dong Zhao's legs, "Is your illness cured?"
Chang Yining had a seemingly bland smile on her face, her long and beautiful red phoenix eyes stared at him closely, the tips of her eyes were slightly raised, and they were gentle and cool.
Dong Zhao raised his head and looked over. It was not that he had never seen Chang Shaofu before. He was a gentle and elegant gentleman. Now his expression was a little fierce. Dong Zhao didn't care. His eyes were always deep, and he looked calmly with the majesty he had long cultivated in the battlefield.
Exuding it, every move is as steady as a rock.
"I'll play chess with the prince." Chang Yining suggested with a smile.
"Forget it," Dong Zhao sat there motionless, "I don't think anything will happen soon."
The room became quiet again. Mr. Chang couldn't figure out the prince's character, so he could only place all his hopes on his son. However, the son suddenly stopped talking. He just sat next to the prince and took some tea.
But after sitting in the room for a while, Mr. Chang ran out looking pale.
Mrs. Chang was waiting at the Moon Gate. Seeing the ugly expression on the elder's face, she asked in a low voice, "What is the prince doing?"
Master Chang shook his head, "I didn't say anything, I just sat and drank tea."
He didn't say anything, but waited there, obviously wanting to see how Yang Pan's matter would be resolved.
"Where is Yi Ning? Yi Ning is going?"
Mr. Chang frowned, "Yi Ning can't speak." The atmosphere in the room was strange, so dull that it made people breathless. Mr. Chang thought of Yang Mo, "What did Yang and the imperial doctor say?"
Mrs. Chang raised her handkerchief to cover her nose, "Ms. Yang is checking Yang Pan's body."
Mr. Chang's eyes were as wide as copper bells, "Is that woman crazy? Now she dares to send it to the door and check the body..." Which teenage female family member has such courage?
"Can you see anything?" Mr. Chang frowned.
"Don't worry," Mrs. Chang said softly, "the Imperial Doctor is here, and the Imperial Doctor 'watches' Young Master Yang die."
Mr. Chang laughed and said, "Do you promise to say this, the imperial doctor?" It was clear that Yang Pan had died before the imperial doctor came, but if the chief of the Taiyuan Hospital said this, who would doubt it.
Mrs. Chang nodded, "I have no arrangements, it's all the doctor Tong himself said."
I didn't expect it to go so smoothly. It was all the help of the Qiao family. Mr. Chang became proud, "I have long said that I would rely on the big tree of the Qiao family. Now do you see the benefits?"
Mrs. Chang couldn't deny it, "Master is here to keep an eye on me. I have to go back to the backyard to make arrangements."
After the couple finished speaking, they separated.
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In the backyard of Chang's house, Dr. Tong watched dumbfoundedly as Miss Yang examined Young Master Yang's body. Thinking of the young girl looking at Young Master Yang's eyelids, he felt sick for a while.
What is wrong with the delicate and elegant young lady? She insists on becoming a bad man. His daughter would rather marry a poor man who is not as good as the Tong family. A wife is more valuable than her husband. She should be grateful to her ancestors for being able to marry Mr. Chang Wu.
After eight generations of good deeds, Miss Yang moved out of the Chang family. She was really ill.
Doctor Tong cursed silently from the bottom of his heart.
Yang Mo, however, was still examining Yang Pan carefully without knowing it.
"Mom said that Young Master Yang became seriously ill last night? Which doctor was invited to check his pulse at that time?"
Quan's mother's eyes moved, "Master Yang just complained of pain last night. The doctor who often comes to the family came to look at it and still told him to take the medicine according to the prescription. It only became worse this morning."
"Do you have a fever?"
Quan's mother didn't know what to say, so she turned her head to see Dr. Tong.
Doctor Tong shook his head, and Quan's mother immediately said: "No, no."
Yang Mo straightened up and turned to look at Quan's mother, "You said you were seriously ill. How did you tell that?"
Quan's mother rolled her eyes to the left, as if thinking, "The young master feels out of breath, and his face..." Then she looked at Yang Pan again, "Just like this, I'm going to report it to the eldest wife."
Quan's mother told Yang Pan's symptoms yesterday in order to blame Yang Pan's death on her. Yang Mo confirmed her thoughts. Yang Pan did not die of illness, but was probably killed by the Chang family.
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If the infection is caused by surgery, Yang Pan will have a fever first. If the wound on the lungs does not stop bleeding, Yang Pan will cough up blood and vomit blood, and the sheets will not be so clean. If it is death from pancreatitis, autodigestion of the pancreas is a very painful process.
Yang Pan's face should be ferocious, but Yang Pan's lips were blue and purple, there was foamy secretion at the corner of his mouth, his conjunctiva was bleeding, and his face looked like he had died of suffocation.
Yang Mo looked at Quan's mother with sharp eyes. Quan's mother felt a little guilty and couldn't help lowering her eyes, "The imperial doctor Tong also saw it when he came. We... don't know what to do."
No wonder a high-ranking official would kill someone and just pay a few bucks to get away with it. She forgot that there was a doctor named Tong who supported the Chang family.
"When Master Tong came, Master Yang was really not dead yet?"
Hearing the voice of doubt, a fire suddenly lit up in Tong Yuyi's chest. In the past, she let Miss Yang do it for the sake of the Chang family, but now... Yang is just a civilian girl, how can she talk to him like this?
The imperial doctor made a serious face and said, "Ms. Yang, I was about to ask you, what prescription did you use to treat Master Yang yesterday? Is there any evidence? If not, by killing the patient, you have offended the great Zhou Dynasty.
Law."
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