Reborn Concubine's Wife

Chapter 237 The Predicament (3)
The smile on the guard's face stagnated.If something really happened, if he didn't take the responsibility, wouldn't he take it on himself?The guard didn't dare to hold back, so he immediately pulled back the horse, and said with a smile: "Sir, you really like to joke. This subordinate dare not stop you even if you borrow ten courage from God. Sir, please..." He said , he backed away, waved to the guards next to him, and the other guards also backed away.

Ming Jing still had a neither sad nor happy face, so he didn't say any more nonsense.When the carriage passed by the guard, something was thrown from the window, and the guard hurriedly went to pick it up. After a look, it turned out to be a purse. After weighing it, it weighed a lot.There was a real smile on his face.

As soon as the carriage entered the owner's yard, it stopped.A person got off the carriage, seemingly very slowly but quickly walked towards the main house where the head of the family was.

There are not many furnishings in the room, but there is a small-leaf red sandalwood screen, a desk, a chess board under the window, and a piano sheet in the southeast corner, all of which are rare-leaf red sandalwood.It is not gorgeous, but it is low-key luxury, which shows the master's taste.

Lying on the bed was a thin old man, with a gray beard resting on the silk quilt, fluttering gently with his breath, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, and there were blue and black halos under his eyes.

A crane oil lamp was burning beside the bed, and an old servant was dozing off with his head propped up.Hearing movement in the room, he immediately opened his eyes and stared at the door.

The visitor took off his cloak, revealing a handsome face, as noble and noble as the bright moon.

"Uncle Cang." He bowed slightly to salute the old servant.

The old servant looked at him, sighed softly, and said, "Jiulang, you shouldn't have come back."

Wang Jinzhi smiled and approached the edge slowly, looked at the old man with his eyes closed, knelt down slowly, and was relieved to see him sleeping peacefully.After tucking the quilt up for the old man, he turned around and said to Uncle Cang, "Azu is seriously ill, and I should come because of reason and reason."

"Alas..." Uncle Cang sighed and stopped talking.

"Uncle Cang, I'm sorry for you these days."

"It's what old slaves should do, so what's the point of suffering? It's Jiulang you, but you don't know that from the moment you stepped into Langya City, you have already stepped into the tiger's den."

"Azu, do you believe that I didn't do it?"

"You were raised by an old slave. How could I not know your disposition? It is true that you are a little cold and cold, but you don't bother to harm others. Besides, you are still the most affectionate ancestor?"

"Uncle Cang, I don't bother to hurt others. However, if someone bullies me, I'm not the one to take it arbitrarily."

Uncle Cang was taken aback for a moment, then patted him on the shoulder and said, "Your grandfather really didn't misjudge you! However, Jiulang, grandfather is old and doesn't like those things about beating and killing. Remember your family Only then can everything prosper.”

"I see."

The two were talking, when suddenly there was a commotion outside.A young man in bright pink clothes with a layer of white powder on his face walked in first, followed by a dozen men, old and young, all dressed in extremely gorgeous clothes.

Wang Jinzhi looked at the visitor with a slight smile, and then at the people behind him.

"I've seen all the uncles, fourth brother is well."

Wang Silang snorted, pointed at his nose and cursed, "Jiulang, Azu ate the red fruit you sent and became like this, what can you say?"

Wang Jinzhi said unhurriedly, "Fourth Brother, Azu is sick, why don't we go outside and talk about something?"

Wang Silang knew that he had good martial arts, and he was afraid that he would run away if he left this room.He sneered and said, "Jiulang doesn't have to talk about him. Today, in front of all the uncles, you should make it clear that the red fruit hurt the ancestor!"

Wang Jinzhi glanced at the old man who was lying behind him, and then at Uncle Cang. Seeing that the latter nodded to him, he felt relieved.He smiled and asked, "Four, what do you want to hear?"

Wang Silang was taken aback for a moment, and then cursed, "What do I want to hear? It is obvious that you intended to harm the ancestor, and you also meanly borrowed Thirteen Lang's hand, and said what I want to hear? I want to see what you plan to do Sophistry? Thirteenth Lang, Thirteenth Lang!" He shouted a few words loudly.

A tall, thin boy about fourteen or fifteen years old came out from behind the crowd timidly.After saluting to Wang Jinzhi, he called softly, "Ninth Brother."

Wang Jinzhi still smiled and nodded, "It's Thirteen Lang? Is your mother feeling better?"

Thirteen Lang raised his head. The Wang family all had enviable beauty.This Thirteenth Lang, with a face like a crown jade, red lips and white teeth, can meet a handsome young man when he grows up.At this moment, his eyes were filled with tears, he opened his mouth, and called again, "Brother Nine."

"Cough." Someone coughed softly.

Thirteen Lang lowered his head like a frightened little rabbit, and said in a whisper, "It's much better, thank you Brother Nine for your concern."

Wang Silang walked over to Shisanlang and said, "Tell me, he..." He pointed at Wang Jinzhi, "How did he pay back Azu? Did he ask you to give the poisonous red fruit to Azu?" ?”

Thirteen Lang shrank his neck, and said in a low, almost inaudible voice, "Ninth Brother, I didn't know that Azu would become like this after eating the red fruit."

Although this remark did not say anything, it verified from another aspect what Wang Silang said just now, that it was Wang Jiulang who asked Shisanlang to give the red fruit to the Patriarch.

Wang Silang looked at Wang Jiulang proudly, and asked, "What else can you say?"

Wang Jiulang didn't like him, but asked Shisanlang gently, "Have you eaten the red fruit too?"

Thirteen Lang nodded hesitantly.

"Oh." Wang Jiulang responded lightly, "Are you okay?"

These two seemingly ordinary questions revealed the doubts in the hearts of everyone present.Since Thirteen Lang was fine after eating it, why did such a big thing happen to the Patriarch after eating it?
"Cough." Someone coughed again.

Thirteen Lang shrank his neck again, and said hesitantly: "I ate a little bit, my stomach hurt for a while, and then I got better."

Wang Jinzhi was still not annoyed, and asked lightly, "Really?"

(End of this chapter)