After Chen Yuanyuan finished speaking, she drank another cup of Moutai in one gulp.
Afterwards, she turned around and left the mental sanatorium.
Go decisively and without hesitation. It is obvious that going to Hengcheng is going to be a life-and-death affair.
When her figure gradually faded away, Tang Sanguo reached for the bottle of Moutai, poured himself a glass of wine and drank it.
Then he sat back on the bench behind the door, looked at the locust tree in the yard and sighed.
This sigh contained endless helplessness.
"When Chen Yuanyuan leaves, life or death will be unpredictable."
At this moment, a huge figure gradually appeared, blocking the sun and the yard.
A middle-aged man appeared at the door, looking at the melancholy Tang Sanguo behind the curtain.
He whispered: "She sacrificed so much for you, why don't you come out to see her one last time?"
Tang Sanguo poured another glass of wine and said, "She is suffering from a serious disease and even you don't dare to come near her, so why should I harm her?"
"You and I are just fair-weather friends, but you are former lovers."
The middle-aged man smiled lightly: "She wants to see you more than the risk of infection you bring."
Tang Sanguo's tone remained calm, but his words were a little lonely:
"It's precisely because we once loved each other that I can't see her even more."
"For her physical safety, and also for the sake of her heart."
"No, in her heart, I am still the Tang Sect genius who is graceful and talented."
"She will also think about my little shadow and show mercy to Ruoxue."
"Yes, seeing my ugly and skinny appearance will shatter her last illusion about me."
"This will also make her ruthless towards Ruoxue."
"This can be considered my last bit of support for Ruoxue."
Tang Sanguo smiled bitterly: "I owe her so much."
He doesn't want his daughter to bear so many things, but she can't help herself in the world.
The middle-aged man looked at the several dishes placed at the door and the residual aroma of Maotai and said:
"Although Chen Yuanyuan is full of hatred for you, deep down in his heart, he still cares about you."
"Otherwise, she wouldn't have gone out of her way to dig out 30-year-old Maotai to say goodbye to you."
"And I believe that deep down you don't want her to fight with your daughter."
"So if you just came out and begged her, there is a high chance that she will relent and spare your daughter's life."
He sighed lightly: "Besides, you really owe her thirty years."
Tang Sanguo held the wine glass and took a sip: "I understand her temperament, and no one can dissuade her from what she decides."
"If she can't escape the trap that Tang Beixuan is Tang Pingfan's son, she will definitely kill Ruoxue at any cost to take revenge."
"After all, I completely lost her body and soul to Tang Pingfan."
Tang Sanguo's tone was tangled, and the hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly.
He can understand that he can't help himself, but now he doesn't even have the heart anymore, and he feels very uncomfortable.
"You can't blame her."
The middle-aged man put his hands behind his back and said, "She sacrificed herself to save your life."
"And you have been silent for thirty years, which turned her expectation into disappointment, into pain, and into numbness."
"Finally, after Tang Pingfan died unexpectedly, she had hope of supporting her son to rise to power, but your daughter crushed her to death."
"After all, she is a woman and a mother. She has her own limits. You can't be too demanding."
"Of course, I can't blame you."
"For the past thirty years, Tang Pingfan has tied a rope around your neck. If you had any clues, you would probably be dead long ago."
"No, to be precise, if Tang Pingfan hadn't died yet, you might not be able to move for the rest of your life."
"I still haven't figured out the details of the Tang Sect and the bargaining chip in Murong Qin's hands."
"And Tang Beixuan's death was also the most important part of the collapse of the Tang Sect."
"If Tang Beixuan had not died, Chen Yuanyuan would not have smashed the Tang Clan, and would even try his best to preserve the Tang Clan and leave it to his son."
"In that case, it will not be the result that Tang Sanguo wants."
"Only by killing Tang Beixuan, cutting off Chen Yuanyuan's hope and making her crazy can the Tang Sect be pushed to the brink of danger."
"This move of yours will definitely take a huge step forward in destroying the Tang Sect."
"It's a pity that the price is a little high, driving the beloved woman crazy and putting my daughter in danger."
The middle-aged man looked at Tang Sanguo behind the curtain and said, "Is it worth taking this step?"
Tang Sanguo poured a glass of wine and took a sip: "Are you thinking too highly of me?"
"As a person who is about to die at any time due to a serious disease, how can I set up a trap for my daughter to kill Tang Beixuan?"
"Besides, a tiger's poison cannot eat its seeds. No matter how much of a bastard I am, I will never let my daughter take risks."
"I will not let Ruoxue and Chen Yuanyuan reach the point of death."
"Tang Beixuan's death by Ruoxue was just an accident."
He smiled bitterly: "It's really just an accident."
The middle-aged man smiled broadly, but his eyes became as sharp as an eagle:
"We are all old friends. There is no need to fight with me, otherwise I will waste my time opening the back door for you."
"You know, in the entire mental sanatorium, you can see family members and friends, and you can call once a week, but you are the only one."
"Also, Tang Ruoxue went on a killing spree in Hengcheng, not only killing Chen Chenxi, but also Ouyang Yuan."
"She is one of Jinyi Pavilion's agents in Hengcheng."
"If your daughter kills her, she will harm the interests of Jinyi Pavilion. Changsun Siyu can definitely kill her."
"But for the sake of you, an old friend, I went against all the odds and let her live without any further investigation."
He added: "I treat you this way, and you still make excuses with me. Wouldn't it be unkind?"
Tang Sanguo shook his chair slightly and replied without comment:
"Director Murong, you have already said that you allowed me to see guests and have phone calls."
"Then you should know the person I met and the content of the call better than I do."
"Besides, my survival is at stake now, so how can I still have the energy to make plans?"
"As long as I have the means, how can I just watch the beloved woman and my daughter Hengcheng kill each other?"
"Director Murong, you don't need to test me. The former genius Tang Sanguo has died long ago."
Tang Sanguo was humbled as never before: "Now I am just a waste just waiting to die."
Murong Lengchan sighed:
"Although the guests you met and the content of the phone call were all recorded."
"But my intuition tells me that you not only have me as an old friend in Jinyi Pavilion, but you also have other unknown old friends."
"You must have other means to remotely control or issue instructions."
"Of course, I am not saying this to dig out your chess pieces, but to say that I am worthy of your trust."
"You should know that I am also the one who wishes bad luck to Tang Clan and Murong Qin."
"So if you use remote control to command people outside to do something, I will not dissuade you or lock you into a dark room."
"It's just that I hope you can be honest with me."
"Only if we trust each other enough, can we grow bigger and stronger together and let the Tang Sect fall apart."
Murong Lengchan opened his heart and said, "Show your sincerity, and I will give you more convenience."
Tang Sanguo exhaled a long breath, his tone was very helpless:
"Director Murong, you really think highly of me."
"I am really no longer the Tang Sanguo I used to be. Now I not only have no ambition, but also no ability."
"Look, my condition has worsened these days. My palms and ears are almost useless."
"I can't even protect my own life, so how can I plan a strategy thousands of miles away?"
After finishing speaking, Tang Sanguo reached out and lifted the door curtain.
He revealed himself and stretched out his right hand tremblingly.
Murong Lengchan narrowed his eyes slightly.
In the field of vision, Tang Sanguo lost a lot of weight and his eyes were sunken.
There are spots on my face, neck, and arms.
His ear had a small ulcer.
There was a hole in the palm of my right hand and also on the back of my palm.
At first glance, it looks like it has been penetrated by a chopstick hole.
Rotten wounds and white pustules are clearly visible.
The Three Kingdoms of Tang looked like they were going to die at any time.
However, Murong Lengchan still did not speak. He just looked at Tang Sanguo calmly, as if he was spying on something.
Tang Sanguo did not dodge and allowed Murong Lengchan to examine him.
After a long time, Murong Lengchan withdrew his gaze and smiled:
"It seems that I really think highly of you."
"Okay, no more words. You are seriously ill. Drink less. I'll leave first."
He waved to Tang Sanguo, then turned and left.
Seeing his disappearing back, Tang Sanguo exhaled a long breath, then retracted his right hand and lowered the door curtain.
"I can heal your injury!"
At this moment, Murong Lengchan left and returned like a whirlwind, rushing in front of Tang Sanguo with a whoosh.
Then he grabbed Tang Sanguo's right hand, flashed a dagger and slashed it.
With a bang, the dagger sliced away the pustules and festering flesh on Tang Sanguo's palm.
Blood came out instantly.
"ah--"
Tang Sanguo groaned, his face showing pain.
Murong Lengchan frowned slightly as he looked at the wounds in Tang Sanguo's palms that were still visible despite the rotten flesh being shaved off.
This wound is really a real mess, not a disguise.
Tang Sanguo squeezed out a sentence: "Guan Yunchang scraped bones to heal his wounds, you cut my flesh to heal my illnesses?"
"I owe you a favor."
Murong Lengchan threw down a bottle of beauty and white medicine and turned around to leave:
"Hengcheng returns your daughter..."
Tang Sanguo covered his right hand and said nothing, but looked deeply at Murong Lengchan's wrist.
There, there was a drop of blood spattered from his palm.
