Wei and Jin cooks

The servants brought the chariot over, and Zhao Hanzhang sat on it holding Ting He's hand, and handed over the scissors in his hand to Fu Tinghan, "Cut whatever you like, just cut it as you like."

Fu Tinghan glanced at her and reached out to take it.

He scanned around and slowly selected three good-looking rose branches nearby and cut them. Then he returned to Zhao Hanzhang and handed all the flowers to her.

During this period, the little girl kept bending over and kneeling on the ground, not daring to move, and the people behind the rockery didn't dare to make a sound.

Zhao Hanzhang pointed to a pink-white rose not far away and said: "Let's make up an odd number, it's auspicious."

Fu Tinghan went to cut it.

The colorful roses were wrapped in a handkerchief by Zhao Hanzhang and held in her hand. She glanced at the still motionless rockery, snorted coldly, and was carried away in a chariot.

Fu Tinghan looked back at the rockery and followed the chariot, and returned to the state of sawing the gourd.

As soon as they left, the person behind the rockery went limp and fell to the ground, the girl covered her forehead with one hand, and supported her back with the other, almost crying, "Ma'am, are you alright? "

The little girl who was kneeling outside the rockery rolled back and helped Aunt Zhao.

In the front yard, Zhao Jigang sent the angel away and returned to the main hall with a happy face.

Yesterday they knew that the imperial decree to confer the crown prince might come down today, so they got ready early and no one went out.

In the second room, everyone was present except Aunt Zhao who had just been released;

On the other side of the main room, Zhao Erlang was suffering from dementia, and his presence or absence would not matter much. Zhao Sanniang had a leg injury and it was inconvenient to show up.

Zhao Ji glanced at Wang, who was standing aside with a sullen face, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. The position of the crown prince had been talked about for five or six years, and today it was finally settled.

Zhao Ji stepped forward and saluted Zhao Changyu, "Uncle, do you want to entertain guests to show the emperor's kindness?"

Zhao Changyu glanced at him, nodded unconcernedly and said, "Then let's do it."

It’s time for Sanniang to formally come forward to meet some people.

Zhao Zhongyu frowned slightly and glanced at his son with disapproval. Just as he was about to speak, Ji Yuan quickly walked in with someone, "Master Lang..."

Everyone stopped talking and looked over.

Ji Yuan bypassed Zhao Ji, and whispered a few words in Zhao Changyu's ear. Zhao Changyu looked surprised and couldn't help coughing violently. After a while, his face turned pale, only his cheeks were tinged with abnormal red due to coughing. .

Zhao Zhongyu was shocked and stepped forward quickly, "Brother!"

Ji Yuan was also startled. He didn't expect Zhao Changyu to react so strongly. He hurriedly stretched out his hand to support him, "Master Jingxin, why are you doing this?"

Zhao Changyu held Ji Yuan's hand tightly, his nails almost digging into his flesh, and said with hatred, "He is self-destructing the Great Wall, destroying the base of my Great Jin..."

After saying this, Zhao Changyu finally couldn't bear it anymore, fell back and fainted.

There was chaos in the front hall.

Zhao Zhongyu was also a little panicked and hurriedly shouted: "Go and ask the doctor quickly, take the post and ask the imperial doctor..."

"You can't invite an imperial doctor," Ji Yuan stopped Zhao Zhongyu, and said to him, "Today is an auspicious day for receiving the order. It is not appropriate to publicize the fact that the Lord is seriously ill and comatose. Let's quietly invite the doctor."

Zhao Zhongyu spoke righteously, "My brother is seriously ill, how can he care about his reputation at this time?"

Ji Yuan lowered his voice and said: "Master Lang fainted because he learned about the death of King Hejian. Are you sure you want to make it known to everyone?"

Zhao Zhongyu's eyes widened in shock, "King of Hejian..."

He realized something and quickly shut his mouth tightly and stopped calling for a doctor.

Mrs. Wang was squeezed to the back, and she couldn't even get close. She was so anxious that she asked to establish a son. The father-in-law can't have an accident at this time, otherwise they really have nothing to rely on.

Ji Yuan and the others carried Zhao Changyu to the couch in the inner room, turned around and saw Mrs. Wang was at a loss, thought for a while, then calmly stepped forward, and said in a low voice, "Hurry up and invite San Niang."

Returning to her senses, Wang hurriedly dragged Qinggu out, "Hurry up and call Sanniang and Fu Zhongshu. Since the two families have exchanged Geng Tie and Ding Li, they are in-laws. Let them know about it."

Qing Gu agreed, and looked in hesitantly, "Miss, please wait for us, and don't conflict with the second room."

Wang stamped her foot, "Can I still not know, the most important thing right now is father-in-law, you go quickly, by the way, call Erlang here too."

Stupid or not, grandpa is sick, he has to get it.

Zhao Hanzhang just put the cut rose in the bottle, Fu Tinghan handed over a handkerchief, Fu Zhi sat aside with a smile and looked at it, thinking that they match each other no matter how they look.

Just when I was happy, I heard urgent footsteps.

The three of them turned their heads to look outside the door together, Qing girl rushed over and said respectfully: "Sanniang, the master is in a hurry, and I urgently invite you to see him."

Zhao Hanzhang was surprised, "Didn't you be fine just now? Why did you become ill?"

How does Qinggu know why?

Probably only Ji Yuan knew why, so she lowered her head and remained silent.

Fu Zhi had already got up, "Let's go and have a look together."

When he arrived at the main courtyard, Zhao Changyu had already woken up, but his face was ashen, completely different from what he saw in the morning.

Zhao Hanzhang strode into the room, ignoring the wide-eyed eyes of everyone in the second room, and walked to the bed.

Zhao Changyu reached out to take a pill and took it. After scanning around, he said to Zhao Ji: "You all back down."

He said: "Changrong and Sanniang stay."

Zhao Ji couldn't help but glanced at his father, Zhao Zhongyu nodded slightly, and then he led everyone back.

Suddenly there were only six people left in the room. Ji Yuan retreated behind the bed and looked at them quietly.

Fu Zhi sat by the bed and looked at Zhao Changyu, sighed and asked, "Why are you going to such a big fight?"

Zhao Changyu didn't want to speak, so he pointed at Ji Yuan.

Ji Yuan then took a step forward and said: "The news came back this morning that the King of Hejian encountered bandits on his way back to the capital. He and his three sons were all dead."

Fu Zhi stood up in shock, "What?"

Ji Yuan glanced at Zhao Changyu, and continued after getting his permission: "According to the report from the spies, Liang Chen under the command of the King of Nanyang waited in Xin'an with people. After confirming that the person who came was the King of Hejian, he ordered to kill them all. No one in the Wang family was spared."

Fu Zhi sat back slowly, "He wants to monopolize Chao Gang..."

"But there is no need to kill everyone and destroy the Great Wall," Fu Zhi punched his thigh in annoyance, his clenched fists trembling slightly.

Zhao Changyu had already regained his composure, glanced at Zhao Sanniang and Fu Changrong, and said to Zhao Zhongyu: "The position of the son has been decided, you all prepare, I will take you to meet some people in a while, and we will be closed for two days." No visitors are welcome at the door of the house.”

Zhao Zhongyu did not expect that his eldest brother would hand over the family wealth to his father and son so easily. He was stunned for a moment and then quickly bowed and agreed.

Fu Zhi said hurriedly: "Others, please don't stop me. He is your grandson-in-law now. Let him serve you and fulfill his filial piety."

Zhao Changyu had no objection and nodded in agreement.

Zhao Zhongyu couldn't help but turn his head and glance at Fu Tinghan, who had been standing quietly aside.

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