The Yichun Hall was filled with cries and cries, and the audience outside the Yichun Hall was also buzzing with excitement.
"This man is really ill at the right time. The miracle doctor has just arrived."
"Then he is lucky, hahaha"
"Who exactly?"
"You have seen so many officials, you must be a big shot..."
Among the people talking a lot, a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old carrying a basket had been listening attentively. When she heard this, she couldn't help but push forward.
There were already soldiers outside Yichun Hall to maintain order, and no idlers were allowed to approach. When they saw the little girl coming forward, they glared and scolded her.
The little girl was a little timid but did not step back. Instead, she stood on tiptoe and looked inside. She seemed to see someone she knew, and her eyes lit up.
"Go quickly, go home and get it."
A woman's cry came from the hall.
"Master, nothing can happen to you."
Accompanied by these cries, two men in plain clothes who looked unremarkable ran out, rode on a skinny donkey, and drove away the crowd in a panic.
The little girl seemed a little excited, her body trembling slightly while holding the basket, she turned around and squeezed out of the crowd.
She trotted all the way, running faster and faster, attracting passers-by to explore.
"Hey, isn't this Miss Zhu's girl from Deshenglou?"
Two or three people on the roadside were pushed aside by the commotion and looked back after hearing this.
"What is Desheng Tower?"
One of the boys holding the horse asked, his eyes full of surprise and surprise as he entered the capital for the first time.
He is really a country boy, he doesn't even know about Desheng Tower.
Passersby laughed.
"That's the most famous restaurant in Beijing." they said.
"Is that driven by Mrs. Zhu?" the boy asked blankly.
These words caused a burst of laughter from everyone around.
"Idiot, Madam Zhu is the oiran of Desheng Tower."
With the roar of laughter, the boy's face turned red, and the boy next to him glared at him.
"Don't say anything more," he said, taking off his bamboo hat and revealing his face.
"Yes, Fourth Young Master," the young man said, "Let's find a place to stay first."
Cheng Silang nodded, raised his head and looked around.
The capital city is really prosperous and extraordinary.
"Let's go, wait until we have a rest, and then visit Mr. Jiangzhou," he said.
One master and two servants walk through the streets.
When the sun was setting, a carriage stopped in front of Zhou's house, and the young men on horseback shouted loudly at the closed door.
"What are you shouting for?" the concierge shouted loudly. He opened the door and was stunned for a moment.
"master!"
The master is back!
This shout made the Zhou family, which was as silent as dead water, suddenly boil.
"master.."
Mrs. Zhou was welcomed out with tears in her eyes, supported by a maid, and the sons and daughters of the family also followed her with excited and sad expressions.
Mr. Zhou who walked in the door was dusty, tired, and had a dull look on his face.
"What's going on?" he murmured.
"Master, don't worry, take a rest first, and then we'll find out what's going on." Mrs. Zhou cried.
Frightened, frightened and running for a long distance, the master felt a little stupid.
Thinking of this, the family couldn't help but feel even sadder.
"No, no, I've already asked about it." Mr. Zhou said, waving his hand.
The people in the room were startled.
"When I came back, I went directly to the official hall, but the official hall was in a mess." Mr. Zhou said with a confused look on his face, recalling what he had just seen, "I grabbed a few people and asked them who was plotting against me, but everyone laughed.
They shook their heads and told me congratulations, congratulations."
Congratulations?
"They are making fun of you!" Mrs. Zhou said, wiping her tears.
"No." Mr. Zhou shook his head decisively, "Those people are not that kind of people. They mean that this matter will be revealed."
The people in the room were stunned again.
"What do you mean?" Mrs. Zhou asked confused.
"That is to say, I'm fine. I'll be able to figure it out in a few days," Mr. Zhou said, looking as if he was dreaming.
Is everything okay?
"Yes, they said they can't take care of me at this time because Liu Xiaoli, the official of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, suddenly fell ill in the government office in the morning, and everyone was busy with this." Mr. Zhou said, and then he was sent out and returned.
Someone tapped him on the shoulder and said, let's have a drink together in a few days.
Eating wine is not just for the sake of drinking. It means that nothing will happen.
Otherwise, these people will definitely avoid themselves.
He couldn't help but pull at his beard.
What's going on?
"Liu Xiaoli has been the most diligent and capable official for so many years. Such an honest and good official suddenly fell ill. Perhaps the government was sympathetic and put down some cases to show forgiveness?" Mrs. Zhou said, and asked what the illness was.
This explanation seems to be the most reasonable, and it is not without precedent. The imperial court gave preferential treatment to scholar-bureaucrats, so those older officials were still given seats in front of the emperor.
"I don't know what the disease is. He has been taken away and the visitors haven't come back yet." Mr. Zhou said. Besides, he couldn't care about himself and was not in the mood to ask who had what disease.
"But, ha, those people who plotted against me behind my back were really in vain." He couldn't help but chuckle, "That's really a good plan rather than good luck."
When Liu Lang, who was walking through the door, heard these words, he looked at the happy but confused family sitting in the room with a somewhat complicated expression, and a wry smile appeared on his lips.
Wrong. In fact, no matter how lucky you are, you can't beat a good calculation.
"Father," he called, stepped through the door, knelt down, and looked at Mr. Zhou and others, "I have something to tell you."
Although I don’t know what happened, I am more or less sure that the matter is not as critical as when I received the news.
Is it because the women and children at home are ignorant and exaggerate the matter, or is it something else?
Mr. Zhou stared in confusion, but in the end he put aside his worries, ate a bowl of tea, and looked at the concerned expressions of his relatives and children. The lights in the house were lit, and the quiet summer night soothed his restless and confused mood.
"Rokuro is here, sit down." He nodded with a smile, "Have these days scared you?"
Before Zhou Lang could speak, several ladies sneered.
"Father is really worried. How can my brother be intimidated?" they said pointedly.
And I am in a happy mood.
"Stop saying these words." Mrs. Zhou stopped and said.
You can do whatever you want to outsiders, but your own family members cannot be angry with each other.
"I have something I want to talk to my father and mother alone," said Saturday Lang.
Master Zhou and Madam Zhou looked at each other. Madam Zhou thought of something and her expression changed slightly.
"Rokuro, your father has just come back. You have to distinguish between what is important and what is not." She said with a serious face.
Could it be that that little bitch has been teasing Rokuro these days? I can't wait to say it now.
"My child knows." Zhou Lang saluted and said.
The brothers and sisters all retreated, and the maids and servants in the house also avoided. There were only three of them left in the house.
"Father, Mr. Liu has a wind disease." Zhou Lang said straight to the point.
Windstorm?
That's really bad!
Once you get this disease, it's over, it's just prolonging your life.
"Really, how did Mr. Liu, a good man like him, get this?" Mrs. Zhou looked regretful and clasped her hands together and chanted "Buddha", "It should have been given to the bad guy who harmed your father."
Saturday Lang burst out laughing.
"My mother's wish came true this time," he said with a smile.
Mrs. Zhou was a little confused.
"What wish come true?" she asked.
Saturday Lang looked at his parents and took a deep breath.
"Mother, isn't it strange that I have been grounded for the past few days, so why can I still know clearly what illness Mr. Liu has? My father didn't even know when he went to the government office." He did not answer, but asked.
"You are grounded, and all your servants are more comfortable than the other." Mrs. Zhou snorted, doesn't a mother know this? She just turned a blind eye.
"Yes, my servant has been inquiring about the news about Mr. Liu." Zhou Lang said.
What did Mrs. Zhou want to say? Mr. Zhou, who had been listening, looked slightly startled. He seemed to understand something and raised his hand to stop Mrs. Zhou.
