Zhe Jinchun

Chapter 892

Soon, Thirteen Niang raised her head again.

When she looked at Huan Daofei, apart from tears, there were only worries and admiration in Yingying's watery eyes, and she said softly: "Daughter can save it, father treats daughter very well."

"Go back to your room earlier and rest." Huan Daofei's voice became softer, he looked at Thirteen Niang lovingly, then turned around and walked around the screen.

The moment he turned around, his face was covered with haze again.

Liu Dapu silently followed behind him, and the two soon came to the big study.

The lamp was already lit in the study room, and a small charcoal basin was burned. When the door is opened, the room is bright and warm.

However, Huan Daofei didn't seem to feel such warmth at all, his expression was even more gloomy than before, he took off his cloak and threw it on the chair casually, then asked in a deep voice, "Have you found out?"

Liu Dapu bowed and said, "Wei Zong and Liang Zong went to investigate together. However, it has been raining since last night, and the terrain of Xiaojiuchuan is mostly rocky, and all traces have been washed away by the heavy rain. In the end, it can only be attributed to an accident.”

Speaking of this, he paused for a moment, then sighed again: "I and the other gentlemen interrogated Puyuan's servants separately, and everyone agreed that Mr. Shilang first proposed to go fishing in Xiaojiuchuan. Wuyong went with him."

Huan Daofei sat down in the chair and closed his eyes.

Liu Dapu said again: "Because we were afraid that someone would collude with the confession, we interrogated it three times in total, but the confessions we got were consistent. Mr. Sirang always liked fishing, and he went to Xiaojiuchuan with Zhang Wuyong every now and then. Knowing everything, even Mr. Sirang's staff outside know it. Yesterday they went fishing and chatting in Xiaojiuchuan as usual, and everything is the same as before."

Huan Daofei listened silently, tiredness suddenly appeared on his face, he squeezed his brows wearily: "Zhang Wuyong...'s corpse, have you found it?"

"We've found it." Liu Dapu sighed a little, and said in a low voice, "He was washed downstream by the river, and Liang Zong found him an hour ago."

Saying this, the swollen corpse seemed to appear in his mind again, and his heart became more and more miserable.

Yesterday Silang Jun Huan Ziyu and his guest Zhang Wuyong went fishing in Xiaojiuchuan, but they both fell into the water.Because when the two of them were fishing, they didn't like to be served by them. Therefore, after the two of them fell into the water for about half a stick of incense, the servants who accompanied them realized that it was lucky that Huan Ziyu was still alive. After getting on the boulder, the injury was not good.

"You can handle Zhang Wuyong's funeral yourself." Huan Daofei's voice sounded, pulling Liu Dapu back to his thoughts.

He agreed, and Huan Daofei continued: "I personally picked Mr. Zhang for Shiro. I thought that with Mr. Zhang's intelligence, he would be able to help Shiro, but who would have thought..."

He shook his head, he couldn't continue talking, and a deep tiredness appeared on his face.

Liu Dapu and Zhang Wuyong are both disciples, the feeling is deeper than that of Huan Daofei, at this moment he also let out a long sigh, and said: "After I found his body, I asked someone to inform Zhang Wuyong's family, and gave it to them on my own initiative. 200 taels of silver. I will kill this matter first, and ask Lord Sikong to forgive me."

Huan Daofei closed his eyes and waved his hands: "Forget it, you have done a good job. You will pay 500 taels of silver to the account later. All funeral matters will be taken from this silver. If there is any leftover, I will give it to him." His family. From now on, you should take care of his family's affairs."

Liu Dapu bowed silently.

The room fell silent, the two of them were speechless, and the atmosphere was a little depressing.

"Silang...why does he love fishing so much?" After a long time, Huan Daofei finally said.

The words that were supposed to be pity, but now he said them with more complaints, "Even if his hobby is not bad, but with the weather like yesterday, he can't stay in peace? Do you have to find me?" to make such a big deal happen.”

At the end of the speech, it almost became a blame.

Liu Dapu frowned and stood under the shadow of the lamp, thought for a while, but did not answer his words, but said softly: "Mr. Silang's leg... I'm afraid I won't be able to keep it. Lord Sikong still needs to make plans early."

Huan Daofei nodded sadly, "You're right." After a moment's pause, he sighed again: "Siro, you're still too young."

When he said this, there was a wry smile on his face, and his voice became more and more difficult: "Mr. Liu doesn't need to be so cryptic. Not only is Shiro's leg disabled, but whether he can sit up in the future... It's hard to say."

Liu Dapu also had a look of regret on his face, and he persuaded in a low voice: "The doctor didn't say anything to death. As long as he takes good care of him, Mr. Silang may get better, it's unknown."

"He, he's just too restless." Huan Daofei hated iron for nothing, deep in his eyes was annoyance, resentment, and a little pity: "How many times have I said, With Grandpa in everything, he just needs to follow my arrangement and go forward. One day, he will definitely be able to go ahead. But he never listens to me, alas..."

He seemed a little irritable, picked up the teacup in front of him and drank it down, then slapped it heavily on the table, stood up and said: "Now that things are up to now, let alone his own suffering, I have worked hard for him Who should fill the position of Minister of Zhongshu that was planned?"

Hearing this, Liu Dapu pondered for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "Master Sikong, do you want Mr. Dalang..."

"No need." Before he could finish speaking, Huan Daofei interrupted him immediately, walked a few steps aside, and his voice became cold: "Da Lang has his own path that Da Lang should take, and it cannot be changed. "

At this moment, his attitude can be described as resolute, with little room for change.

Liu Dapu was very helpless in his heart, bowed his head and thought for a while, then asked in a discussing tone: "Since this is the case, should such a big event happen in the mansion, should we also inform Da Lang?"

Huan Daofei turned his face, looked him up and down with a kind of scrutiny for a while, and Fang curled his lips lightly: "Isn't it necessary? He was hunting with the emperor in Tianlong Mountain, so he should behave well. I don’t think he should bother with these things.”

Liu Dapu frowned and replied, "I understand."

Huan Daofei's jealousy towards his eldest son is simply unimaginable. If he hadn't witnessed the whole process of Huan Zicheng from birth to growing up, Liu Dapu would even doubt whether Huan Zicheng was Huan Daofei's biological son.

"The most worrying thing at this moment is the vacancy of the Minister of Zhongshu." Huan Daofei said, turning around and staring out the window with a gloomy expression.

Liu Dapu pondered for a while, and said: "Among the Mansion, only Lord Sanlang is worth a try, and Lord Erlang..."

When he said this, he shook his head and stopped talking.

(End of this chapter)