Chapter 118: Cooperate with Lord Wang

"Teacher......" Fu Mingyuan stepped forward with trembling legs, "Master's ......"

Lu Lijiu seemed to suddenly think of something, and kept shaking Zhao Wanrong's body, "She won't die." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½ā€

"Wanrong, I won't let you die......"

"Sir...... Ma'am?" Laneige cried.

"Laneige. Lu Lijiu suddenly scolded, "Help your wife up!"

"Ming Yuan, you go to the purple wood box on the third floor of my study and get it. Lu Lijiu pointed his finger under Zhao Wanrong's nose, "Quick!"

Zhao Wanrong still has fragile breathing, her current body is falling into a state of suspended animation, if the treatment is not timely, it is the real lack of skills.

Lu Lijiu took the silver needle, rolled up the clothes on Zhao Wanrong's arm, and brushed them down the acupuncture points, and his forehead didn't know whether he was nervous or sweating from exertion.

"Teacher......" Before Fu Mingyuan finished speaking, Lu Lijiu had already snatched the purple wood box, reached out and took out the spiritual holy lotus stored in it, and directly cut it into small pieces and put it in Zhao Wanrong's mouth.

The action was completed in one go, Lu Lijiu held his breath and stared solemnly at Zhao Wanrong's pale and emaciated face.

The air seemed to be condensed, and everyone's eyes were on Zhao Wanrong's body.

Suddenly.

"Ahem...... Zhao Wanrong's pale lips finally opened his mouth, and he spit out the small piece of Spirit Holy Lotus, but he fell into a coma.

Lu Lijiu caught Zhao Wanrong's pulse, his frowning brows suddenly loosened, and he wrote a prescription on the case and handed it to Fu Mingyuan, "Mingyuan ......"

"Teacher, the student knows how to do it, the student will go and grab the medicine for the master's wife!" Fu Mingyuan was shocked by Lu Lijiu's medical skills, and because his life was at stake, he didn't dare to slack off for a moment, and he almost trotted back and forth along the way.

"Madame...... Madam?" Lanzhi called out to Zhao Wanrong in a low voice, but looked at Lu Lijiu uneasily, "Master, is it really possible?"

Lu Lijiu held Zhao Wanrong in his arms slowly, and his arms became tighter and tighter, as if he wanted to knead Zhao Wanrong into a part of his body.

"I never blamed you. Lu Lijiu closed his eyes, and the figure that Zhao Wanrong was wearing a red wedding dress crying and kneeling in front of the Zhao Guogong Mansion was so resolute.

No one has ever cared so much about him.

"It is also for you to overturn the case for Zhao Guogong's Mansion, and to take care of you is also for you, and she has nothing to do with her. ā€

At the moment when Zhao Wanrong's life hung by a thread, Lu Lijiu seemed to hesitate for many years, and finally saw the direction of progress.

What he did to Zhao Wanrong was not because he felt that he was indebted to marry her by mistake back then, but because after so many years of integration, he had already regarded Zhao Wanrong as a relative.

You can't be a lover, but you can be a relative.

After all, Lu Lijiu's parents died when he was a child, and there was no one else around him, Zhao Wanrong regarded him as a dependent, and Lu Lijiu also regarded Zhao Wanrong's existence as warmth.

Laneige stopped crying and looked at Lu Lijiu in astonishment.

Then he cried and laughed, and reached out to hold Zhao Wanrong's palm, "Madam, slave maid...... The slave finally knows why you did it. ā€

Zhao Wanrong's efforts were not without rewards.

The lord still has a lady in his heart, even if it is not as good as Miss Biao.

He slowly opened his eyes, there was a hint of scarlet in the corners of his eyes, and the bloodthirsty aura suppressed under the bookish anger surged up again, "I was not calculating back then. ā€

Lu Lijiu is well versed in pharmacology, how can Fu Mingxian's bowl of sweat medicine be hidden from his eyes, he is just ...... There was no refusal.

Whatever she tells him to do, then she will do it, even if it is ...... Fu Mingxian's eyes didn't even look at him squarely.

It's long been clear who is right and who is wrong.

How can it be all blamed on one person, it's not fair to anyone.

People are not grass and trees, although he married her just to fulfill Fu Mingxian's wish, but after so many years of companionship, even if there is no love, there is still family affection between them......

"Good...... Take care of her. Lu Lijiu's voice was a little hoarse.

Lanzhi knelt beside Lu Lijiu with a plop, "Master, how long does Madam have to live." ā€

Lu Lijiu's footsteps were a little hesitant, "More than a year, less ...... Three months, the day when the spiritual lotus was not used. ā€

Lu Lijiu raised his head slightly, his dark eyes were distant and complicated, Fu Mingxian was worried about becoming ill and suffering from heart palpitations, which is what people often say about heart disease.

After a long time, you will die of heart failure.

How could Lu Lijiu, who was well versed in medicinal properties, turn a blind eye, while Wang Yan was trying his best to find a way to save the medicine, he was also looking for it.

Wang Yan got rid of Wan Guifei and found a cure for the cure from the tile thorn.

He also scrambled to find a prescription.

It cannot be used unless absolutely necessary.

Because after taking it, it will not be cured, but it can prolong life, and the void is inside, and the left and right are just one word, just drag.

If you can drag it out for a day, it will be a day.

Even one more day is good.

It's a pity that in the end, Fu Mingxian didn't use anyone's medicine, for Zhao Wanrong's condition, Lu Lijiu has always been hands-on, never thought that when he was diligent in the previous dynasty, Zhao Wanrong would be so sick.

He had almost forgotten the Spirit Lotus.

Whether you really forgot it, or whether you can bury it in the bottom of your heart and don't want to take it out, then it is unknown.

"Thank you, sir, for saving your life. Lanzhi kowtowed to Lu Lijiu with great satisfaction, looked at Fu Mingyuan, who was panting and rushed back, and took the medicinal herbs, "The slave maid will go to boil medicine for Mrs. ā€

"Scared. Lu Lijiu's voice was a little tired.

Fu Mingyuan shook his head with red eyes, "No." ā€

"But, my wife......"

Fu Mingyuan's voice was a little choked, "Is it really incurable?"

Lu Lijiu's eyes darkened, "The root of the disease brought out of the womb has hurt the foundation, and there is no way." ā€

"Go back, the imperial examination is close at hand, you don't have to come to me every day to say goodbye. ā€

Lu Lijiu's back was a little lonely, and he went back to the study alone.

Fu Mingyuan bit his lip and bowed respectfully towards Lu Lijiu's figure, "Student, you will definitely live up to the teacher's expectations." ā€

Fu Mingyuan turned around and left, and returned to the Fu family.

He Jiuye and He Jiuyan didn't know where they had gone out, He Zhixiu was busy preparing lunch for his two nephews, and Fu Mingxian and Quezhi were watering the blooming purple roses under the bamboo corridor.

This year, the purple roses bloomed exceptionally well, full of flowers and vines full of budding flowers, and the mood of people was much better.

"Brother?" Fu Mingxian called Fu Mingyuan, and Fu Mingyuan didn't hear it.

"Is something wrong?"

Fu Mingyuan looked at Fu Mingxian in hindsight, "Ah Xian, my master just coughed up blood. ā€

The kettle in Fu Mingxian's hand fell, splashing the hem of her skirt, and she only felt very distressed, "You...... Say...... Say what?"

Fu Mingyuan's face was painful, "Ah Heng, I'm still ...... The first time I see someone familiar, the scene of dying is about to die, even if it ...... She's just my wife. ā€

"It's dangerous, it's dangerous, and my wife is no longer alive. ā€

Fu Mingyuan was frightened, and the pungent smell of blood in Zhao Wanrong's house still flashed in his mind, as well as the dazzling blood stains on the ground.

In a moment, Fu Mingxian was already shocked into a cold sweat.

OK...... Fortunately, Zhao Wanrong escaped, and she is still alive.

"If it weren't for the teacher's superb medical skills, I'm afraid that the master would really lack the skills to return to heaven, Ah Heng...... What if this happened to our relatives one day?" Fu Mingyuan was suddenly a little dazed.

The corners of Fu Mingxian's eyes were a little moist, but she forced a smile, "No, brother, what are you talking nonsense?"

"Father, mother, and we are all well, and we still have a long way to go. ā€

"But ......" Fu Mingxian looked at Fu Mingyuan and asked tentatively, "Is Master Lu's condition really that serious?"

Fu Mingyuan nodded, "I'm afraid I won't survive this winter......"

……

"Overseer, there's a visit from outside, right...... The third young master of the He family. ā€

Wang Yan stayed up in the dark room until dawn, and before he could rest, a guest came to the door, if it was someone else, Li Sheng didn't need to ask, and he would know to stop it, but ......

The Ho family is different.

The governor once mentioned the He family between his words, if it is said that Xu Youzhen, the first assistant of the cabinet, is a tiger in the government and has the strength that cannot be resisted, then the He family can be called a lion, and the strength of the money alone is terrifying.

Moreover, the secret guards of the West Factory are still guarding the outside of the Fu family, what is the relationship between the He family and the Fu family, as a well-informed West Factory, it is very clear.

It's just a puzzle why the He family, who haven't been in contact for more than ten years, suddenly came to Yingtian, I'm afraid it is something else.

Sure enough, Wang Yan rubbed his temples and motioned for Li Sheng to invite someone.

After a while, there was a sound of neat footsteps outside the door, and He Jiuye arched his hand casually towards Wang Yan with a somewhat modest smile on the corner of his mouth, "Under He San, please take care of Lord Wang." ā€

Wang Yan signaled He Jiuye to be light.

He Jiuye was really not polite, and looked around at Wang Yan and his study, "Looking at Lord Wang's appearance, he is very tired, it seems that the life of Xichang is not easy, Lord Wang should have been busy all night without resting, and Jiuye will not pick time." ā€

"Lord Wang won't blame him. ā€

The corners of Wang Yan's mouth hooked up a smile, "Third Young Master He is so polite, I really don't know how to answer." ā€

"Ming people don't say dark words, why do the people from Xichang linger at my aunt's house?"

"Although it has been transferred a lot, the eyeliner is the eyeliner after all, so stay there well!" He Jiuye lay his hands on the desk, his eyelids slightly raised and looked directly at Wang Yan, although he was still smiling, but his eyes were a little fierce.

"Could it be that Lord Wang is idle, and even the six-rank officials want to monitor it?"

Wang Yan smiled, "No wonder it is said that Third Young Master He is straightforward and calculating, which really makes people dare not slack off." ā€

"What if I say that I don't have a plan, but I want to protect someone?"

He Jiuye was a little stunned, and his eyes fell suspiciously on Wang Yan's unfazed eyes, "Oh?"

"That's a surprising answer!"

He Jiuye spread his hands, "The relationship between the He family and the Fu family, you should be clear, no, or if your West Factory is not clear, it doesn't hurt for me to say it again." ā€

"Lord Wang is a smart man, and he works with smart people, and he uses his mind to mislead others and himself, of course, he has to go straight to make him more happy. ā€

He Jiuye glanced at Wang Yan.

The smile on the corner of Wang Yan's lips deepened, "I never thought that the masters of the He family were ordinary, but they gave birth to a capable person like the third young master of He, it seems that the He family's qi is not exhausted." ā€

He Jiuye smiled confidently, "Of course, the number of qi is not exhausted, not only is it unfinished, but it also has great potential." ā€

Wang Yan nodded thoughtfully, "I heard that the second master of the Fu Guo Mansion once took in a woman who committed suicide thirteen years ago, as if the woman gave birth to a daughter when she entered the mansion. ā€

"His name is ...... Be called...... Fu Mingmei!"

He Jiuye's face was already full of anger in his eyes, "Lord Wang, what do you mean by this?"

"Threaten me?"

Wang Yan even knew the He family's old acquaintances many years ago so clearly.

It's not easy.

Wang Yan pursed his lips, "Of course not, Wang Yan doesn't want Xichang to cut off his livelihood yet." ā€

"Third Young Master He came here this time, I'm afraid it's not just to tell Wang Yan about the relationship between the He family and the Fu family. ā€

Wang Yan gestured to He Jiuye, "You might as well say it directly." ā€

He Jiuye looked at Wang Yan approvingly, "Sure enough, it's Lord Wang, who didn't disappoint me, it seems that my grandfather is really old, and it's not okay to disobey the old." ā€

When he came from home, He Chengwei took a fancy to Xu Youzhen, the first assistant of the cabinet, after all, Xu Youzhen's strength in Ying Tianzhong was too deep and too long, and it was a ready-made deal to cooperate with Xu Youzhen.

But He Jiuye didn't think so.

Xu Youzhen is old after all,

It's like my grandfather, sooner or later, I have to hand over the He family's property to these young people.

Looking for Xu Youzhen can only be done for a while, and it should be to find a potential person for a long time.

He is the chosen Wang Yan.

From a little eunuch in the womb of the abolished princess to a power-leaning overseer of the West Factory, Wang Yan can be said to be self-made, such a person has strong means, as for behavior......

Wang Yan has indeed dealt with many ministers of the DPRK and China over the years, but if the He family is not mistaken, those ministers themselves are traitors.

It's not a pity to die!" The corners of He Jiuye's mouth showed a smile again, "Do you know why no one from the He family has come to Ying Tianying?"

"Because of the lack of opportunities. Wang Yan's fingers unconsciously knocked on the desk, and He Jiuye was a little puzzled.

As I said before, the He family is rich, very rich, this kind of rich family, there are no longer a few people who are naturally staring, the ancestors of the He family have had a testament, and when it is absolutely necessary, do not set yourself on fire, and cut off the family's century-old business, so the He family has been hovering in Jiangnan.

But...... Jiangnan is not a good strategy after all.

In the past few years, because of the struggle for the throne between Emperor Daizong and Emperor Yingzong, there has been a dispute between the tile thorns, and it is not peaceful, if the He family still sticks to the rules, I am afraid that the future will not be very good.

So He Jiuye came.

Why is this Wang Yan and Mingxian's cousin's knee-jerk movements exactly the same, but there is no difference on their faces.

"But now the opportunity has come, isn't it?" Wang Yan also replied with confidence.

He Jiuye got up, "Cooperate, Lord Wang!"

(To be continued.) )