This Jinyiwei is obviously super strong but draws too much

"Uncle, you have the same habit of selling things off as the old man, which is really disrespectful."

Lu Hanjiang said angrily: "We still have half a year at most. This is imminent. What tricks do you have in mind? Why don't you tell me first?"

Lu Shangshu smiled and said nothing. He sat down again and sipped the fragrant tea leisurely. It took a long time before he said: "Of course I have some clever ideas, but I can't tell you. But don't worry, Brother Meng will never disappoint you. "

"Tch, all right."

Lu Hanjiang didn't hesitate. He was also very optimistic about the old man's abilities, but he had enough confidence in his own strength. If the old man made a mistake, at least he wouldn't become a piece of cake.

Being a Jinyiwei for so many years was not for nothing, he still had the strength to fight.

Since Lu Shangshu was unwilling to tell the truth, the topic could no longer be discussed. The two drank tea and talked about the situation in Beijing.

Just as he was talking, the old man from outside suddenly came to report in a hurry: "Master, patriarch, something happened."

Lao Qian walked in a hurry and looked nervous. Lu Shangshu immediately frowned, and Lu Hanjiang also raised his eyebrows: "What happened?"

Lao Qian took a deep breath: "Young Master Sicheng fell into the water."

Lu Shangshu stood up suddenly, his expression was very serious, while Lu Hanjiang's face was slumped, his expression seemed to say, "That's it?"

But in front of Lu Shangshu, Lu Hanjiang didn't act so overly. He coughed and asked solemnly: "What's going on? He's almost become a tyrant in the capital. How can anyone dare to deal with him?"

Lu Hanjiang acquiesced that this matter would not be an accident. After all, he had just returned to Beijing and Lu Sicheng fell into the water. If he said that there was no conspiracy by others, he would never believe it.

Lu Shangshu had the same view. Lao Qian looked at the two of them and shook his head helplessly: "It just happened. I just received the news. Fortunately, people were rescued and have been sent home now."

"I'll go take a look." Lu Shangshu walked away without saying a word.

Lu Hanjiang was not in a hurry. After seeing his uncle off, he turned to Lao Qian and asked, "Send a message to the Jinyi Guards and ask them to find out what's going on."

"Understood." Lao Qian responded and exited.

The capital is the home of Jinyiwei. Lu Hanjiang didn't have to wait long. The entire story of today's young master of the Lu family falling into the water was already on his desk.

Today, Lu Sicheng made an appointment with some of his acquaintances to go out on the lake together. A few of them were very wealthy and chartered an entire boat. This seemed to have made the other young masters unhappy.

In this kind of thing, first come, first served is not the truth. The highest bidder always gets it. Although the young masters came early, Lu Sicheng and others paid more, so the chip was naturally taken away by them.

The young masters were dissatisfied. They all came from official families, and their family backgrounds were not bad. Although Lu Sicheng had an absurdly powerful brother, the hot-blooded young man could not care about anything after being provoked for a few times.

The two sides evolved from a verbal dispute to physically pushing each other, and then an accident happened. I don't know who made the move, but pushed Lu Sicheng directly into the water.

The terrible thing is that Lu Sicheng doesn't know how to swim. Apart from a group of colorful girls, there are only a few boys on the boat. These boys have red lips and white teeth, and are even more delicate than the girls. They look the same. No one can be saved.

Everyone stared at each other, and there was basically nothing they could do except yell in panic.

In the end, a passing boatman rescued the person in time, but after wasting this little time, Lu Sicheng's small body immediately developed a high fever. Even the doctor shook his head when he saw it.

"Doctor, how is my nephew?" Lu Shangshu, who was guarding the door, saw the doctor coming out and immediately stepped forward and asked.The old doctor shook his head: "I am incompetent. The weather is cold and the water is cold. In addition, the young master is weak. I'm afraid it will take a long time."

He said this, but the helplessness in his words could be heard by everyone. Lu Shang's writing was as heavy as water, but he still held on to a glimmer of hope: "Doctor, is there really no way to save him?"

The old man sighed: "I have done my best, and now I have to listen to fate. After taking the medicine I prescribed for him, if the young master can survive the night, everything will turn around. If not, sigh."

Lu Shangshu looked up at the sky. After pondering for a moment, he calmed down his expression and asked someone to send the old man's gift out of the house. He happened to meet Lu Hanjiang, who had arrived late.

"Uncle." Lu Hanjiang stepped forward and saluted. Judging from the doctor's face just now, he could probably guess Lu Sicheng's situation in the room.

Lu Shangshu took the parting of life and death very lightly. He nodded to Lu Hanjiang, and then said bluntly: "Sicheng is not lucky. Whether you two are destined to be brothers in this life depends on whether he can survive tonight."

Lu Hanjiang nodded to express his understanding. He could hear the heart-rending cry of the woman inside through the door. This unfamiliar voice was also somewhat familiar. If he remembered correctly, it should be Lu Qinian's wife, his Mother.

Lu Shangshu turned to look at Lu Hanjiang who was standing beside him, and then said, "Let's go in and take a look. Maybe it will be the last time."

"Oh."

Lu Hanjiang responded lightly, then stepped forward and opened the door curtain and entered the room. The strong smell of medicine that hit his face made him cover his mouth and nose.

Through the slightly dim light in the room, Lu Hanjiang looked at the woman beside the bed who was still crying uncontrollably, and the middle-aged man standing beside the bed like a wooden figure with a face full of vicissitudes of life.

Lu Hanjiang opened his mouth, but found that the name in his throat came out of his mouth no matter what. His vocal cords seemed to be stuck. Perhaps it was because of his recognition of the two strange people in front of him in an instant. A wonderful shift.

The middle-aged man noticed him, his throat rolled up and down, and he seemed to have something he couldn't say. After a while, he said hello hoarsely: "You are here."

"Yeah." Lu Hanjiang responded, then took two steps forward, and finally saw Lu Sicheng's pale face on the bed, which looked nothing like him.

"Madam." Lu Qinian bent down and held the woman's shoulders, signaling that Lu Hanjiang was coming.

But when the woman turned to look at Lu Hanjiang, her tearful eyes were immediately replaced by a trace of overwhelming hatred, and her originally weak face became as hideous and terrifying as an evil ghost.

"It's all you! It was you who harmed my Sicheng, right?"

The woman screamed and rushed towards Lu Hanjiang, baring her teeth and claws like a wild animal. Lu Hanjiang's silent eyes did not waver at all. He turned sideways and let the woman knock her down against the door frame.

"Madam!" Lu Qinian ran over in panic and hugged the crazy woman, saying in a painful tone: "What's wrong with you? He is your son Han Jiang, how could he harm Sicheng. "

"He is not my son! Not -!" the woman shouted frantically: "I only have one son, Sicheng!"

"Madam." Lu Qinian looked sad. He hugged the woman tightly. When he looked up at Lu Hanjiang, he found that she was no longer in his sight.

When Lu Hanjiang came outside the house, he finally let go of his mouth and nose. He took a breath of fresh air, looked at Lu Shangshu who was coming towards him and said with a complex expression: "Your mother was a little confused because of the stimulation. Those words, you Don’t take it to heart.”

Lu Hanjiang nodded slightly. He seemed to be unable to hear any sounds in the room, and turned his attention to the direction of the East Palace. This familiar method
"Is it her?"