When he called to open the door, Brother Jin wouldn't have recognized Mr. Zhou if it weren't for Liu Lang beside him.
First of all, he didn't come very often, and Brother Jin had never been to Zhou's house. Furthermore, the old man's attitude was respectful and kind.
"Can I see Mrs. Cheng conveniently?" he asked.
After saying this, Mr. Zhou raised his head and looked into the courtyard through the half-open door. A woman was looking over from the corridor.
The drizzle is like mist, which is described as real or illusory.
The maid pushed the tea over.
"No, no need." Mr. Zhou said a little frightened.
The maid couldn't help laughing.
"We can still afford a bowl of tea," she said.
Mr. Zhou coughed in embarrassment.
"This time, it's really hard for you to worry about it, Jiaojiao." He hesitated and said straight to the point.
Cheng Jiaoniang nodded slightly and returned the greeting.
"My uncle was shocked." she said.
This made Mr. Zhou even more frightened. He almost overturned the tea bowl and looked at the woman in front of him as if he was seeing a ghost.
Give a gift? Say thanks? Sorry?
What does she want to do?
You really haven’t said or done anything wrong since you entered the house, right?
Is this woman so polite and sensible?
"Jiaojiao, you don't have to worry about the rest." He said hurriedly, "That person surnamed Liu can take advantage of me, and I will naturally find ways to take advantage of him. I must let him suffer the consequences!"
"I wonder what your Majesty's temperament is like?" Cheng Jiaoniang asked.
Mr. Zhou was stunned for a moment, then understood and looked a little embarrassed and helpless.
"Your Majesty has a generous character. Now that the guy is suffering from wind disease, he will definitely feel sympathy for him. What's more, this old boy has always pretended to be a good person." He murmured, if he jumped out and shouted grievances and demanded punishment at this moment, it would make the emperor disgusted.
"Is it possible to get him so cheaply?"
"Let nature take its course," Cheng Jiaoniang said.
This kind of daily words sounded like giving up. When this woman said it, Mr. Zhou couldn't help but shudder and looked at Cheng Jiaoniang unconsciously.
This Jiangzhou fool...
She was as quiet as ever and her posture was dignified, even more decent than those of her daughters who had been taught by famous teachers.
Describe...becoming more and more like a younger sister.
No, she is not the same as her sister. Her face is a bit more angular. This is due to her bloodline from the Cheng family.
So, where does her frightening thinking come from?
He didn't sleep all night last night, thinking about the matter many times, and the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.
He has lived to such an old age and is not a young boy who is inexperienced in the world. He has seen many vicious and cruel people, but this kind of person who is cruel and smart and does things without leaving any traces kills without showing blood and takes people's lives with laughter and laughter.
It's really the first time I've seen it.
And she is still a boy, a girl.
How did she do it?
Could it be that admitting defeat and giving compliments can turn a person into a fengji? Then he doesn't have to do anything and just go out every day to please people he doesn't like.
This woman is skilled in medicine, could she be poisoning her?
However, the imperial doctors all diagnosed Liu Xiaoli as suffering from qi and blood stasis, phlegm in the heart and orifices, and wind disease during the period of great joy.
Is there any poison that can make people not only die but also suffer from rheumatism? Impossible.
However, this woman has an impossible recipe for resurrecting the dead, so even the impossible may be possible.
Thinking of this, Mr. Zhou's eyes fell on the tea bowl in front of him and he couldn't help but lean back.
Invisible and traceless, anytime and anywhere...
"Jiaojiao, don't worry. I'll leave the rest to me. You don't have to worry about it anymore." He hurriedly leaned forward and said hastily, "Of course, just tell me if I did something wrong. In short, our family works together.
We will never let others bully us at will, and we will never be lenient to those who want to plot against us."
Cheng Jiaoniang smiled slightly and bowed her head in return.
"Thank you, uncle, for taking the trouble," she said.
"I don't dare, I don't dare." Mr. Zhou waved his hands hurriedly, "I keep making you tired."
The maid sitting by the door in the hall couldn't help but pursed her lips and lowered her head to smile.
It seemed that Mr. Zhou was quite frightened.
"Also, Jiao Jiao'er, the Cheng family insists on getting you engaged. I'm trying hard, but when I heard the news from Beijing, I had to put it down and rush back." Mr. Zhou thought of something else, waved his hand and said decisively, "However, Jiao Jiao
, Don’t worry, you don’t have to worry about this matter. As long as I’m here, they will never get what they want.”
"That doesn't matter." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
"Yes, everything will be done according to your wishes. We will do whatever you say." Mr. Zhou immediately followed.
Cheng Jiaoniang saluted again.
"Don't be so polite, don't be so polite, this is what I should, should be." Mr. Zhou said hurriedly, and stood up in a hurry. Halfway through, he thought of something, and knelt down again, looking at Cheng Jiaoniang, "
Jiaojiao, is there anything else you want to tell me?"
"No, I don't dare." Cheng Jiaoniang saluted again and stood up.
Mr. Zhou then got up quickly.
"Stay, stay." He said, walking out and turning back halfway, "Jiaojiao, you can go back home if you want. It's all up to you, don't be polite."
Cheng Jiaoniang nodded again with a smile.
Mr. Zhou just smiled, turned around and left hurriedly. Perhaps it was his first time visiting the hospital and he was not familiar with it, so he almost tripped over the threshold of the courtyard.
The maid suppressed her laughter and blushed.
Cheng Jiaoniang took her maid to the door and watched Master Zhou leave in the car.
"Sixth Young Master." The maid's gaze fell to the side.
Wearing only a bamboo hat, Liu Lang stood with a riding whip in his hand. His body was already wet from the drizzle, showing that he had been standing for a long time.
"Sixth Young Master, why don't you come in?" the maid asked with a smile, "Are you afraid of your father?"
Saturday Lang looked at her.
"Yes." he said.
The maid was slightly embarrassed by such a straightforward answer, but she soon understood something.
Fathers are always awed in the eyes of their sons, but now they are frightened by a little lady. Even if they know in their hearts, they don't want to see it with their own eyes.
"Then let's put it this way." The maid smiled again, "Sixth Young Master, I think being scared by others is actually not a good thing."
First, he was despised like a pair of worn shoes, and then feared like a snake's venom. Probably no one in this world wants to be like this.
There was silence for a while in front of the door, and the drizzle was silent.
Cheng Jiaoniang ignored their words and had already turned around and went in. When she reached the yard, she stopped again. She seemed to like the drizzle very much. She stretched out her hand and raised her head slightly.
"Is it inappropriate for me to tell my parents these things?" Zhou Lang followed up and asked. Without waiting for an answer, he added, "I think it is better to be feared than to be despised. Besides, even if it is fear,
, they are relatives after all, you don’t have to worry about anything."
Cheng Jiaoniang looked back at him.
"You're worrying too much," she said, "I didn't hide anything in the first place. Whether you know it or not, what's wrong with it?"
Whether it's contempt or fear, it doesn't matter to her.
Saturday Lang exhaled.
After sitting down in the room, the maid brought tea, Banqin wiped Cheng Jiaoniang with a clean handkerchief, and Zhou Lang also got a piece, but there was no maid to serve him, so he wiped it casually twice and threw it away.
"How on earth did you do it?" he asked.
"I didn't do anything. You were all watching," Cheng Jiaoniang said.
Saturday Lang scoffed.
"Is it true that if you give him some good things, bow your head and admit defeat, and spread some gossip to Thirteen, he will be so happy?" He said, "He is not a fool!"
"He is not a fool." Cheng Jiaoniang said, "He is a smart, cautious, honest, careful and smart person."
"When did you poison him?" Saturday Lang ignored her words and asked directly.
As I asked the question, my mind was thinking back quickly.
Ever since the incident happened, he has been thinking that in order to poison him, he must contact him. He was present at all meetings with Liu Xiaoli, and they were all on Liu Xiaoli's territory. Naturally, there was no chance of eating or drinking.
, is it possible that it is formless and colorless?
Liu Lang looked at Cheng Jiaoniang. Cheng Jiaoniang was tilting her head slightly, wiping her long hair with Banqin, and her fair neck became longer and longer.
He quickly looked away, this woman never used incense.
The interior is also bland and fragrant.
Contact, invisible.
What exactly is it?
"I won't poison people. The purpose of medical skills is to save and help people. How can I harm people?" Cheng Jiaoniang said.
Zhou Lang snorted, picked up the tea bowl and ate slowly.
The tea has a refreshing fragrance, which makes you feel relaxed and relaxed in your mouth.
He suddenly thought of something.
"It's a prescription!" He said, clenching the tea bowl in his hand, looking at Cheng Jiaoniang, with a bit of guessing joy, "Did the prescription and sachet you gave him contain poison?"
?”
"Sixth Young Master, don't be stupid." The maid said, "Didn't you see that Mr. Liu didn't touch the sachet at that time? Would a person like him use things given by others casually?"
Saturday Lang frowned.
The only thing you won’t use casually, and the thing you won’t give up, is...Fang Technique!
Paper with prescriptions written on it!
There is definitely nothing wrong with the paper, then there is only...
"That's Mo!" He looked up at Cheng Jiaoniang, his eyes sparkling, and he finally thought, "When you were writing that day, what did you add when you asked your maid to grind it?"
Following his words, Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him and stopped wiping.
Looking at her expression, Saturday Lang was finally convinced.
"It's nothing." Cheng Jiaoniang said, her eyes falling on the tea bowl still clutched in his hand, "This is the kind of tea you drink."
With a clatter, the tea bowl fell to the ground, and the remaining tea inside spilled out. (To be continued)
