The lights in the Fang family's mansion were brightly lit, the atmosphere was heavy, and the servants coming and going looked a bit frightened.
Fang Chengyu was pulled back by a carriage and carried down, just like Mrs. Fang and Mr. Fang did at the beginning.
Did you think that the death curse that you thought had been broken is coming again?
Mrs. Yuan lifted the curtain and walked out of Fang Chengyu's room. Her eyes were red and she wiped them with a handkerchief.
"Okay, let's all go away." She waved her hand and said.
Everyone in the yard hurriedly left.
"You didn't even invite the doctor, isn't it already..."
"Don't talk nonsense! No way!"
"I hope not, life is going smoothly, and the young master is so awesome."
The servants whispered and left uneasily.
The yard became quieter and the atmosphere in the house became more solemn.
"Who is this?" Mrs. Fang sat on the chair and said with a serious expression.
"Who else could it be? The incident in the Northland has caused such a big fuss and someone has been ruined." Mrs. Fang said coldly, "This is just the beginning."
Their words and expressions were angry, but they were not sad. They seemed to only care about what happened and not about the person.
"Mother, no."
A clear male voice sounded.
Looking for Fang Chengyu who appeared to be lying on the bed inside.
Sister Fang Yunxiu and Yuxiu sat beside the bed and glared at him when they heard this.
"Say less," they whispered.
Mrs. Fang was indeed even more angry.
"No? If you hadn't spent so much money in Beidi, had to close the Beidi account, and spread so many rumors, how could you go out to socialize with people every day? Otherwise, how could others take advantage of you?
Machine?" she shouted.
"Mother, how can a businessman not socialize?" Fang Chengyu said, "What if..."
"Chengyu, can't you just listen to what your mother has to say?" Fang Yunxiu suddenly stood up and interrupted him, "I know you don't want others to say bad things about her and don't want others to think she has done something wrong, but my mother has
What's wrong? She just cares about you, why should you let her feel cold?"
The room became quiet, and all eyes turned to Fang Yunxiu, looking slightly surprised.
Fang Yunxiu has always only paid attention to business accounts and obeyed other people's words. She has never had her own ideas, let alone blamed anyone.
"It turns out that eldest sister also has a temper." Fang Yuxiu said with a smile.
Mrs. Fang's expression was also a little complicated. She had always thought that this eldest daughter was a bit dull, but she didn't expect such a caring child.
Fang Chengyu got off the bed and walked a few steps to kneel down in front of Mrs. Fang.
"Mom, I was wrong," he said. "My mistake was that I knew that my mother never objected to what I did, but was only worried about me, but I laughed at my mother's worries."
After saying this, he kowtows and then raises his head.
"If my mother and grandmother were afraid of danger, how could they have managed to sustain the family business for more than ten years?"
Mrs. Fang looked at him and sighed, then smiled.
"You understand everything, you are just pretending to be confused with me," she said.
"I don't want my mother to worry either." Fang Chengyu said, rolling up his sleeves to reveal a circle of woven red rope tied around his wrist, dotted with colorful knots. "This was given to me by Jiuling. Snakes, insects, poisonous ants, etc.
Close."
He also unbuttoned his collar, revealing a piece of armor underneath.
"This is an ordinary sword and arrow that Jiu Ling gave me. It can't be pierced. And..."
Mrs. Fang interrupted him.
"It seems she also knows how dangerous what she asked you to do is," she said.
Fang Chengyu was silent for a moment.
"Mom, it's not that what she asked me to do is dangerous, it's that our Fang family has always been in danger." He said, "I'm not defending her to make my mother feel cold, although I really don't want to make my excuses like this.
She is heartbroken."
He looked at Old Mrs. Fang.
"Grandma never told me the origin of that imperial edict. It was this edict that made our Fang family rich, but it was also this edict that caused the deaths of my grandfather and father one after another. Although County Magistrate Song Shopkeeper Song was executed, has the danger been really resolved?"
Isn't it solved? The expressions of the people in the room changed slightly.
Fang Chengyu smiled.
"The imperial edict is nothing else. If you kill us, you can take it for yourself. Is it possible?"
"If you kill a family with an imperial edict, how can you be sure that this person will not be beheaded, but will be rewarded with glory and wealth?"
He said and looked at Old Mrs. Fang.
"Did someone promise him something?"
The existence of an imperial edict is obviously not something that a county magistrate can promise.
Who could that be?
There was dead silence in the room.
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The night in the palace is getting darker, the emperor's palace is brightly lit, and a row of imperial guards in brocade uniforms stand crosswise in the corridor.
There are also eunuchs and maids who lower their hands.
Everyone knew that the emperor was diligent and busier at night than during the day, so he had more people to serve him.
At this time, the lights were on inside, but the emperor was sleeping soundly behind the hanging curtains. However, he seemed to be restless in his sleep, and his breathing became more and more rapid, until he made a coughing sound in his throat, and he clutched his chest tightly with his hands and screamed.
With a muffled groan, the man sat up suddenly.
"Come here!" he shouted.
Immediately a chamberlain came in and stood outside the curtain to answer the call.
"His Majesty!"
Hearing this voice, the emperor's rapid breathing gradually stabilized while he was sitting on the bed. He looked around as if to confirm where he was.
"Tea." He regained his mood and said slowly.
The curtain was carefully opened by the chamberlain, and hot tea was brought. The emperor took a few sips and picked up the open memorials on the tables beside the bed.
It seems that he has been grading.
"Your Majesty, it's time to rest." The chamberlain said with a distressed look on his face, "The dragon body is important."
The emperor hummed, without looking away from the memorial.
"Go down." He said.
Dongfang had already noticed that the room seemed even darker. The waiter added a few more lights, lowered the curtains and retreated.
The emperor threw the memorial on the table and lay back with his arms and legs spread out.
"Mother, too, still wants me to read the memorial. What's the point of being an emperor who works so hard in front of me?" He murmured with a bit of disdain.
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the low voice of the waiter outside.
"Your Majesty, Eunuch Yuan is here."
The emperor, who was about to sit up when he heard the name, spread his arms and legs and continued to lie down.
"Xuan" he said.
With gentle footsteps, the curtain was lifted, and a person walked in with heavy night dew.
He knelt down in humility and was not surprised when he saw the emperor without manners on the dragon bed, and knelt down.
"Are those things still there?" the emperor asked with his eyes closed.
The visitor raised his head, and the light illuminated his face. He had a fair face, he was thirty or forty years old, and he had an ordinary appearance. If Miss Jun were here, she would recognize that this was the old man she had met in Yangcheng to her surprise.
Person, eunuch Yuan Bao.
There was no beard on his lips at this time.
"The important things are still there." Eunuch Yuan said, "The Fang family did not use those things as promised, and they also kept them secret. Only one surviving person can know about them."
The emperor reached out and slapped the bed hard.
"But I don't want the person who knows this secret to live!" he shouted, opened his eyes and sat up, "You haven't gotten the thing back for so many years, do you still want it to be passed down to the descendants of the Fang family?