Zhe Jinchun

Chapter 896

Hearing this, Huan Ziyu's expression was a little dazed.

He stared at Huan Zicheng, and a trace of disbelief flashed across his face: "Brother... what do you mean by that?"

"The fourth brother has obviously guessed it." Huan Zicheng smiled lightly, and brushed his sleeves: "The fourth brother fell into the water and was injured, I ordered someone to do it."

"Really... really you?" Huan Ziyu looked at him fixedly, his complexion turned pale in an instant, then blushed quickly, and then turned livid again.

"It was you... you really did it?" He asked again, as if he couldn't believe it.

Huan Zicheng said nothing, just nodded indifferently.

"Why... so?" Huan Ziyu's voice was very low, as if he was trying his best to suppress something, however, so much unwillingness and anger rushed to the top of his head at once, his face turned purple instantly , looked at Huan Zicheng almost with tears in his eyes: "Why? Why? Why?"

He asked three reasons in a row, and his eyes were already bloodshot: "I thought I never killed you, why did you make me like this?"

He roared and said, his anger gushed out like magma in an instant, making him lose his mind at this moment.

He stared fixedly at Huan Zicheng, his face distorted, his eyes stern and mocking: "You...you are really just like Auntie said, you are a lowly villain...you shameless and lowly thing...you cough cough cough……"

He suddenly choked and coughed loudly.

This cough was so violent that it almost coughed out his heart and gallbladder. There was a bellows-like breathing sound from his throat, and he stretched his neck desperately, his head and face flushed.

"Cough cough cough...tea...cough...tea..." Through the choked tears, he looked at Huan Zicheng, and cried intermittently, "tea...tea...cough cough... "

At that moment, no one could see the panic and fear deep in his eyes.

Lu Shi's scream just now could almost spread throughout the courtyard, and he was awakened at that moment.

He wanted to call someone in to ask what was going on, but he called several times, but no one came.

Then he wanted to get up again, but he felt that he had no strength at all, and his hands and feet couldn't be controlled at all. Except for the movement of his head and neck, his body was like someone else's.

Then, he heard footsteps.

That was the sound of the most profound walking in his memory.Calm, calm, elegant, and steady, he has secretly imitated countless times in private, but he still doesn't look like it, and he can't get out of the ease like walking on clouds and waves.

But at that moment, when the footsteps sounded, he no longer had the idea of ​​imitating, but felt a deep fear.

Driven by instinct, he chose to close his eyes and pretend to be asleep.

But at this moment, this emotion was finally covered by another stronger emotion.

It was fear, deep, deep-seated fear.

He suddenly realized that he couldn't move his body!
His hands, legs, waist, everything except his head and neck could not move.

"What the hell did you...what did you do to me..." Huan Ziyu hissed, his voice became lower and hoarse, every word he spoke seemed to be struggling, word by word Squeezing out: "My...body...can't...can't move..."

"Mr. Silang injured his spine, and he can only spend the rest of his life lying on the couch." The mute slave opened his mouth at this time, his tone was very calm, and he was simply stating a fact: "Just now Mr. Sirang drank the tranquilizer. Some medicine was also used in the soup, and Mr. Silang may not be able to speak again in the future."

There seemed to be some pity on his face, but the pity was obviously not because of Huan Ziyu's injury, but for something else.

"If Mr. Silang doesn't cause trouble, I'm afraid it will be better. It's a pity." He sighed and fell silent.

Huan Ziyu's eyes widened in horror, and he pressed his head against the bamboo pillow desperately, trying to straighten himself up with all his strength, but it was in vain.

He looked at Huan Zicheng, his tears streaming down his face, and hissed, "You want...you want...to me...how..."

On Huan Zicheng's icy face, suddenly there was a slight smile.

However, on this face that was always expressionless, there was no warmth in this smile, only coldness remained.

He stared at Huan Ziyu, with a strange look in his eyes: "For so long, I still don't understand one thing." He slowed down his speech and said word by word: "What's the matter with makeup?" Can you, dare to compete with me?"

"You..." Huan Ziyu hissed and wanted to roar, but the sound was finally covered by the sound of the rain, making it inaudible.

Huan Zicheng flicked the sleeves of his robe: "Save him for life. Don't let all descendants of the Lu family fall here."

"No." The dumb slave replied.

After a word and an answer, the figure in front of the window sash disappeared.

Huan Ziyu's eyes opened wider and wider, almost protruding from the eye sockets, and there were expressions of resentment, hatred, pleading, despair and so on in an instant.

He opened his mouth, wanting to call his elder brother to stop, to ask for some pity from this elder brother whom he both despised and feared before, and to ask him to forgive his sins.

However, his throat was already hurting like a knife, but he could no longer utter a word.

The west wind is cool, surging around in the city at night, stopping and ringing suddenly like mountain waves.The rain became heavier and heavier, and several streaks of white lightning suddenly tore through the sky and penetrated the heavy clouds.

"Boom!" There was a thunderbolt like a giant hammer, which hit the ground hard, shaking the house so much that it trembled.

Huan Daofei sat up suddenly, looked around, feeling a little dazed.

He actually fell asleep on the desk.

It really has never happened before.

He raised his slightly numb hands, moved them lightly, and looked around again, with a bit of bitterness on his face.

It is true that time is not forgiving.

It was just two days of hard work, and he was so tired that he didn't even remember how he fell asleep.

Huan Daofei smiled self-deprecatingly, and looked sideways at the tea cup beside him, but it was empty. He took the teapot beside him and shook it a few times, and the pot was also empty.

"Come here, change the tea." He ordered in a voice, raised his hand, rubbed his face, and stood up.

I don't know if it was because he stayed at the desk for too long, but his legs were so numb that he seemed to have lost all feeling. Before he could stand up straight, his knees softened, and he fell back into the chair again.

"It's really old." Huan Daofei muttered to himself, shaking his head.

If it was a young age, even if he stayed at his desk for a few hours, he would be fine, but now it is not as good as before.

While thinking about it, he was about to stand up again, when he heard footsteps, and immediately the door curtain in the Xici room was lifted.

"Come here and help me." Huan Daofei said casually, beating his legs, and then ordered: "Refill the tea, it will be empty..."

His voice suddenly seemed to be in a knot, and the rest of his words disappeared.

A man was standing in front of his desk, with a slender figure and a handsome face, and he was dressed in black clothes as if carrying the night outside the window.

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