Receiving the news that Wei Ci came over for the funeral instead of Jiang Pengji, the Liu clan was in a complicated mood.

They knew that Jiang Pengji was independent of the clan, not only slapped the face of the Liu family but also made them the laughing stock of the world, and they couldn't wait to straighten their backs and let her messenger get out, and at the same time secretly rejoiced that she had not forgotten the clan, and that she knew to send someone to mourn when her grandmother died.

As Liu Ling said before, people are swordsmen and I am fish and meat.

The rule of survival in troubled times is fists, and only those with hard fists have the confidence to speak.

Without a strong support, whether it is the scholars or the princes, sooner or later they will all be fat fish waiting to be slaughtered on the chopping board of others.

The people of the Liu clan have seen too many things these days, and the originally lively courtyard is now full of people, and the great contrast makes many people feel uncomfortable, and it is precisely because of this that they are also deeply aware of the importance of power and fists.

obviously disliked Wei Ci in his heart, but he still had to deal with it with a smile on his face, for fear of angering the other party.

Wei Ci didn't care about these people with different thoughts, and after seeing Liu Heng, he seriously incensed Lao Fengjun.

Liu Heng didn't know Wei Ci, and he didn't know what this person's temperament was, so he could only carefully pick topics and secretly test Jiang Pengji's attitude.

Wei Ci frowned slightly, with a sad look on his face, he had told the truth, "My lord heard that the old Fengjun had died, and he was in mourning, and he was greatly hit, and accidentally caused an old illness, and now he is still so sick that it is difficult to get up. It's not that she refuses to come to the funeral herself, it's really a lack of energy. ”

What the?

Is my cousin sick?

Liu Heng subconsciously questioned, and when he realized that the leakage of his emotions would cause Wei Ci to be displeased, he hurriedly remedied it.

"Lan Ting Gong has always been healthy, how can he cause old diseases and can't afford to get sick?"

Wei Ci didn't seem to see Liu Heng's inadvertent questioning, and said sadly, "My lord has a stubborn temperament and likes to do everything himself. In the previous wars, my lord was the first soldier, although there was no worry about her life, but small injuries and illnesses were inevitable, and she refused to rest, and the accumulation of hidden dangers was buried over time. Before Ci set off, the lord was still in a coma, and Lang Zhong said that he would have to sleep for at least three days before he could wake up. ”

Jiang Pengji is a drama master, and Wei Ci is not far behind.

When he talked about this, his mind came to mind the situation when His Majesty was seriously ill in his previous life, so his expression was extremely solemn and worried.

Liu Heng felt a sigh in his heart, and immediately believed most of it.

He asked, "Is there a big problem with Lan Tinggong's body?"

Hopefully not seriously ill.

Wei Ci sighed, "Lang Zhong instructed that it is not advisable to run around or worry about it, and it is only possible to cultivate in peace and mind for three or five months. ”

March and May?

Liu Heng felt that his heart was cold.

Cultivating for three or five months is already a very serious illness.

The two stood aside and talked, and the voice was not loud, but the mourning hall was a clean place, although there were filial sons and grandsons crying loudly, but the crying spirit was not uninterrupted at twelve o'clock a day, and it was generally implemented in several shifts, and there was a break in the middle, so their conversation was listened to by someone who cared about it. The people of the Liu clan knelt on the futon and silently recited the scriptures, while their ears stretched out, trying to hear more.

After listening to it, everyone was terrified.

Liu Xi actually fell ill?

Seems to be seriously ill?

Lie!

Thinking about it, is she crazy to pretend to be sick to escape the funeral, not afraid that people in the world will poke her backbone?

Wei Ci asked, "Why didn't you see Uncle Liu?"

The Liu family is still Liu Ling's housekeeper, so Wei Ci calls him "Uncle Liu" with his seniors, if Liu Heng is in charge, the title is different.

At the mention of her father, Liu Ling's expression became depressed.

He said, "My father worked hard for my grandmother's funeral, and he also fell ill a few days ago, so he can only continue to use medicine at this time. ”

Wei Ci sighed, "...... It's an eventful season, and if you survive this while, you will always be ...... to it."

Liu Heng nodded, hoping that Wei Ci's blessing would come true.

Wei Ci came over on behalf of Jiang Pengji, not only was it over on the pillar incense, but he had to do what Jiang Pengji had to do.

Liu Heng was grateful to him.

Don't look at Wei Ci's excessive appearance, it seems that he is not very reliable, but he is actually very capable.

With his help, Liu Heng felt that the burden on his shoulders was half lighter, and he was finally able to take a breath.

At the same time, the latent ears and eyes spread the news to Huang Song's ears, and Huang Song chose to question it like Liu Heng.

Jiang Pengji was too impressed with him, this person was stronger and more energetic than a wild bear, how could he fall ill easily?

This feels like a mountain that has stood for thousands of years and collapsed in the cold, which is naturally unacceptable to outsiders.

Not long after, a secret letter reached him.

The person who sent the secret letter and Wei Ci arrived in Hejian County before and after, and the content of the secret letter was also transmitted by the fine work placed in Jiang Pengji's army.

When he opened it, Huang Song's expression suddenly became complicated.

"Rantei...... Are you really sick, so sick?"

According to the news sent back by Xizuo, after Jiang Pengji became seriously ill, the military camp was really turbulent for a while, and the furnace for boiling medicine in logistics did not stop, and different famous doctors were often invited to see Jiang Pengji. This meticulous and suspicious person couldn't get in touch with Jiang Pengji, but he tried his best to take away some of the medicine residue, and privately sent someone to contact Langzhong's relatives who had seen Jiang Pengji's doctor.

Not every Lang Zhong will be tight-lipped about the patient's situation, let alone the princes who are related to the entire world war situation?

According to the information gathered, these Lang Zhong did encounter problems, and they were constantly worried all day long, and their brows were deeply locked.

Of course –

It's not that these Lang Zhong have good acting skills, it's just that the patient they diagnose is indeed a terminally ill woman.

Jiang Pengji is cautious by nature, and she does a full set of plays, and refuses to let go of any detail.

The quality of the fine work sent by Huang Song is very high, but the magic is one foot high and one foot high, who can not plant it when he meets her?

"Come on, find out what these dregs are curing of-"

Huang Song's heart was a little shaken, but his suspicious personality made him not fully believe.

He divided the residue into several small portions, and secretly let several different Langzhong tests, and everyone's diagnosis was much the same.

Knowing this, Huang Song sat for a long time, from afternoon to evening.

Don't say it's him, it's anyone's reaction.

Jiang Pengji pressed Huang Song's mountain, which made him feel a sense of urgency for many years, and he had to work harder, be cautious and cautious.

Seeing that he was about to raise his knife to fight each other, you are dead or alive, and the mountain that has been pressing him breathless is about to fall?

Kid him!

Seeing him like this, Mrs. Qi couldn't help but ask with concern, "Lang Jun, what happened?"

Huang Song took a deep breath and showed an expression that he didn't know how to describe.

"Madam, Lanting seems to be ...... Very sick......"

Mrs. Qi secretly rolled her eyes, "Do you believe this?"

Huang Song nodded, "I believe it!"

Mrs. Qi knows very well how suspicious her husband is, and what he believes in, it must be seven or eight inseparable.

"What's going on?" Mrs. Qi looked surprised and said, "Why don't you invite a few gentlemen to come over and talk?"

Huang Song slapped his head.

"Thank you, Madame, for reminding me, I was scared before, and I forgot a few gentlemen—"