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Zhao Hanzhang watched him go away, turned around and went back to Qingyi Pavilion. She had to make new plans for some things.

Zhao Hanzhang took out a large piece of paper and began to list the assets that she could liquidate. Before she could finish the list, there was a noise outside.

Zhao Hanzhang paused after writing, rolled up the paper and threw it into the brazier to burn. After sitting down, Tinghe trotted in and said, "Sanniang, the master is critically ill, and the second wife has come over."

Zhao Hanzhang stood up in surprise, "Send someone to invite mother and Erlang. You stay and guard the entrance to the main room."

Tinghe paused in his steps and bowed in response.

When Zhao Hanzhang arrived at the main courtyard, it was quiet. Zhao Zhongyu and his family were standing in the courtyard.

Seeing Zhao Hanzhang helping Wang and Zhao Erlang come over, he nodded to them.

Wang held Zhao Hanzhang's hand and stepped forward, saluting respectfully, "Second uncle."

"Well," Zhao Zhongyu nodded slightly, glanced at Zhao Hanzhang and said, "Mr. Chen is treating you, please wait."

Wang bowed his head and responded.

Zhao Hanzhang, who was supporting her, felt her fear and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and looked at Zhao Zhongyu calmly.

Zhao Zhongyu had turned his head and stared at the door, looking worried.

After waiting for a while, Uncle Cheng came out, bowed and said: "Second Master, please let the husband and the girls go back. The master has just taken medicine and is much relieved."

Zhao Zhongyu asked: "Okay, why did eldest brother's illness suddenly worsen?"

This is what Zhao Hanzhang wants to ask. She was fine when she went out in the morning. How could she become seriously ill during the day?

Uncle Cheng sighed: "Master Lang's health is not good. During this period of time, state affairs and family affairs are complicated, Master Lang is worried, so..."

After speaking, he sighed heavily.

Zhao Zhongyu knew what state affairs were, "Everything is fine at home, what are you worried about, brother?"

Uncle Cheng lowered his head and did not answer. He only urged: "Second old master, let the husband and the girls go back. It is getting dark and the dew is heavy. It will be bad if you catch the cold."

Zhao Hanzhang stared at Uncle Cheng's profile carefully and suddenly said: "Uncle Cheng, I want to stay and take care of my grandfather."

After saying that, he gently pinched Wang.

Mrs. Wang reacted immediately and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, let Sanniang and Erlang stay. Father-in-law sees them two, maybe their illness will get better."

Before the people in the second room could speak, Uncle Cheng sighed and said, "Then the lady and the second man and the third wife can stay. It just so happens that the master also has something to say to you."

Zhao Zhongyu suppressed his words and turned to Zhao Ji, "Let them go back, and you can stay here to take care of them."

Zhao Ji agreed and asked Wu to take the children back, while he and Zhao Zhongyu stayed.

Uncle Cheng raised his head slightly and saw that everything that should be left behind was left behind. He lowered his eyes with satisfaction. When he caught a glimpse of Zhao Erlang, he hesitated. Erlang... was he suitable to be there?

Just when he was hesitating, Zhao Hanzhang had already made a decision for him, "Erlang, after you go in, you have to ask about your grandfather's health and be obedient, do you understand?"

Zhao Erlang nodded obediently.

Uncle Cheng ignored him and invited everyone into the house.

There was a strong medicinal smell in the room.

Zhao Hanzhang: ...Her new grandfather is very particular and will not allow such a strong smell of medicine in his house.

She felt relieved again. When she entered the inner room, she saw that Dr. Chen was giving him an injection and Zhao Changyu was lying on the bed with a pale face.

They stood at the screen, and Zhao Hanzhang asked Uncle Cheng in a low voice, "What did Dr. Chen say?"

Zhao Zhongyu and Zhao Ji both pricked up their ears.

Uncle Cheng sighed and shook his head, "I only slept for less than two hours last night before I felt heartburn, and then I couldn't sleep at all. Today I only drank a bowl of rice soup one after another, and the rest was all medicine."

To be honest, Zhao Changyu did not have a good appetite for the breakfast they had together in the morning, but he also ate a bowl of porridge and chewed a steamed bun carefully.

Zhao Hanzhang's face was full of worry, "Did grandfather vomit again this afternoon?"

Cheng Bo paused and nodded, "Yes."

Zhao Hanzhang wiped the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief, and after wiping out redness, he choked and said, "What can I do if I can't eat like this?"

Wang didn't know the inside story, and her heart suddenly felt as if it was being burned by fire. She grabbed Zhao Hanzhang's hand and shook it.

Zhao Zhongyu also had a gloomy expression. Although his relationship with his eldest brother was not very good, he also did not want anything to happen to Zhao Changyu. He was the backbone of the Zhao family.

So he first lost his temper and asked, "Is there any way to cure it?"

Uncle Cheng didn't say anything. Zhao Changyu's illness didn't last for a day or two. He had been ill for half a year, and his condition was getting worse day by day. Last winter, many people thought he couldn't survive it. They heard that Emperor Hui gave him a posthumous title. Everything is ready for him.

Who knew that Emperor Hui was dead, but he was still alive.

It is very rare to survive the winter and the late spring cold season.

Uncle Cheng felt that Master Lang could survive until now, firstly, because he cared about Zhao Erlang and Zhao Sanniang; secondly, he was worried about the Zhao family.

Zhao Zhongyu thought so too, so he hesitated for a moment. After Doctor Chen pulled out the needle and withdrew, he still stepped forward and held Zhao Changyu's hand and said: "Brother, you have to get better as soon as possible. Sanniang and Erlang are still I’m waiting for your teaching.”

Zhao Changyu opened his eyes, looked at Zhao Zhongyu intently for a while and then said: "Erlang is honest and honest. No matter how hard you teach him, he can't be smart and capable, so let him be like this. I only hope that the good fortune of the Zhao family can be restored." Protect him, don’t ask for wealth and honor, and just live a peaceful life.”

"As for Sanniang," Zhao Changyu paused and said, "I arranged a marriage for her, and you were also present that day."

"Yes, the Fu family is noble, and Fu Dalang's character and appearance are not bad. Don't worry, eldest brother, he will treat Sanniang well in the future."

Zhao Hanzhang couldn't help but look at the hands of their brothers holding each other. This comfort was really heartfelt. When will Zhao Zhongyu become the head of the Fu family?

No wonder Zhao Changyu refused to die, but she couldn't die with peace of mind either.

Zhao Changyu looked like he agreed with Zhao Zhongyu and nodded: "Both of them are good boys. Zizhuang has noble character. I can rest assured to leave Sanniang to their family. After I leave, you will have more Take care of their little couple."

Zhao Zhongyu agreed.

"I have been recuperating these past few days, but I am not getting better. Instead, my body is getting heavier. I think the time is coming soon," Zhao Changyu said, "I want to give Sanniang's dowry and future betrothal gift to Erlang before I leave." Be prepared, even if I can't see them continuing their descendants in the end, I know that arrangements have been made for them, and I feel at ease."

What could Zhao Zhongyu say? He could only nod and say "yes".

Zhao Changyu then looked at Uncle Cheng.

Uncle Cheng brought a plate with two rolls of silk on it. One of the rolls was particularly thick. When he opened it, there were densely written characters on it. They were all listed with various gold and silver utensils, calligraphy, paintings, jade, and farm shops.

Zhao Zhongyu reached out to take it and glanced at it briefly, "Is this the betrothal gift for Erlang?"

It’s more than their second-bedroom property.

"No, this is the dowry for Sanniang. That roll belongs to Erlang."

Zhao Zhongyu turned his head to look at the obviously smaller roll of silk, and said nothing for a long time.

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