Ye Cheng clearly remembered that that day when he was drinking with Bai Ze on the sentry tower, he saw countless people pouring into Fan Su's mansion from afar.

The flames were like a phoenix taking off in the entire Chang'an City, soaring into the sky.

Ye Cheng didn't help him in this matter, and he couldn't help him.

The next day, Wu Cong ordered a thorough investigation into the matter.

However, Ye Cheng knew that the so-called thorough investigation was nothing more than through this means, wanting to investigate the Fan Silk family again and take all those embroideries as his own.

Either way, the result is the same.

Man always has to live for his own greed.

Ye Cheng eased his mood, looked at the green mountains outside the window, and let out infinite emotion.

The breeze blew in through the window, blowing Ye Cheng's hair messy, and also blowing his past memories.

He seemed to see the light of the fire that had risen into the sky, the black smoke that covered the sky, and the crowd rubbing shoulders.

Ye Cheng remembered that day, after Wu Cong gave the order, most of the people went to turn Fan Su's house upside down, and even dug three feet into the ground to completely turn his house over.

On the third day, Ye Cheng and the others came to Fan Sui's house, and they all sighed when they looked at the devastation on the ground.

At this time, there were still many people in Fan Su's house, continuing to rummage through his home, trying to find some fish that slipped through the net.

Each of them wore a very shabby dress to disguise their identity, their faces covered in mud, and the shovel in their hands kept turning on the ground, turning out all the ashes of the day before.

Everyone was busy with what they were doing, and no one bothered with the new thieves because they didn't care, after all, it wasn't theirs.

The psychology of thieves is very simple, that is, to take what does not belong to them before, and find a way to get it into their own hands without the knowledge of others.

But now that it is bright and clear, in broad daylight, this group of Chang'an people wants to get their hands on things that do not belong to them.

Ye Cheng later entered the palace and saw Wu Cong,

He asked Wu Cong if he regretted it.

This is something that he can't comment on.

Wu Ju did not order him to be killed, trapped him, or even to rob his family property, but only ordered to buy Fan Silk's works in a horrific way of reward.

This indirectly led to thousands of residents, risking curfews at night, going to that person's home and looting it.

Wu Cong didn't care, she said that human nature is like this, who can control it?

Ye Cheng saw that Wu Cong was holding a work of Fan Silk in his hand, and it was estimated that he was now trying to find a way to crack the mystery.

Ye Cheng asked her where the cracked works that Wu Cong got in the past go.

Wu Cong glanced at him lightly and pointed to a burning stove.

A bowl of osmanthus soup is boiling on the stove, and the water vapor is steaming, making a gurgling sound.

Ye Cheng didn't accuse, if it was burned, it was burned, no matter how much he argued, those works of Fan Silk would not come back.

And he is just a bystander in this matter, and he can't comment on it at will.

In the living room on the first floor, the three women all looked at the picture scroll on the table stupidly, and they couldn't help but sigh.

"It's so pathetic. They said at the same time.

Bai Ze said: "In this world, there are more poor people like this, we are just listening to stories, don't be disturbed by your current life." ”

The three nodded.

Suddenly, Xu Shanshan covered her chest with her hands, her face was full of pain, and she slowly fell on the sofa.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Bai Ze sat across from them and saw it at a glance.

When Chen Tianzhen and Ye Yurou saw Xu Shanshan's expression, they also attached great importance to it and hurried over to take a look.

Xu Shanshan's hands kept trembling, clutching her chest tightly, and her face became more and more pale.

"Medicine, get back to my room, my medicine. Xu Shanshan's face was ugly, and sweat began to slowly ooze from her face.

"Mr. Ye!" Ye Yurou hurriedly shouted to the second floor.

Ye Cheng opened the door and walked out, looked downstairs Xu Shanshan frowned, and hurriedly went downstairs.

"What's wrong with you?" Ye Cheng asked first, and then reached out to grab Xu Shanshan's hand.

Xu Shanshan grabbed Ye Cheng's hand for the first time and said, "Help me back to the house, my medicine is on the table!"

Ye Cheng thought about it, immediately picked up Xu Shanshan, and went directly to her room, leaving a few people anxious in place.

Pushing open the door of Xu Shanshan's room, Ye Cheng put her on the bed, and then began to search on the table, and there were a bunch of bottles and cans of cosmetics, and a small white bottle, Ye Cheng thought that this was the medicine she was talking about.

"Betalux?" Ye Cheng opened the small white bottle, found the pills inside, and asked, "Do you have a heart attack?"

This medicine is specially used to treat heart disease, Ye Cheng is very strange, the people of the Xu family, they should live forever, why do they still have this situation of illness.

Ye Cheng put aside these doubts for a while, poured out the medicine in his hand, and then took a water cup on the table and walked to the bed.

"Open your mouth!" Ye Cheng said, Xu Shanshan also opened her mouth slightly uncomfortably, after eating the medicine handed over by Ye Cheng, Ye Cheng handed over the water cup, and Xu Shanshan swallowed the medicine along the water.

Ye Cheng's index finger and middle finger moved slightly, leaned towards Xu Shanshan's wrist, and began to check her pulse.

In just two breaths, Ye Cheng's eyes widened, revealing an incredible countenance.

"This ...... What's going on?" Ye Cheng muttered.

After about a few minutes, Xu Shanshan eased up, raised her eyelids weakly, looked at Ye Cheng and said, "Thank you." ”

"Can you tell me, what's going on?" Ye Cheng asked, his attitude was very serious, he wanted to know what the hell was going on.

Ye Yurou was very silent, lowered her head and didn't speak, Ye Cheng kept looking at her like this.

Xu Shanshan slowly opened her eyes, met Ye Cheng's gaze, and said, "It's nothing, it's just a little sick." ”

Ye Cheng sneered and said, "This disease is not unusual. ”

Ye Yurou frowned and said, "What's unusual?"

"Tell me first, what's going on with your illness?"

"Since I was a child, I was diagnosed with heart disease, which had attacks from time to time and needed to be suppressed by medication for a long time. ”

"No!" Ye Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly, denying Ye Yurou's statement.

"Why don't you transplant a heart, with your family strength, it's not difficult to get a heart with a blood type match when you were a child, right?" Ye Cheng asked.

"It's not as simple as I thought, when I was a child, my family had already found a suitable organ for me, and after the transplant, it still did not improve, and it became more serious, and I had to transplant my previous heart back again. Ye Yurou said.

"Have you had your illness since you were a child?" Ye Cheng said lightly.

"Well, and the seizure cycle is not regular. ”

"You're not having a heart attack, are you? Ye Cheng finally made a diagnosis.