The night was dark, and the bright moonlight shone softly through the thick clouds and softly on the earth. Most of the people in the restaurant have rested, and only the main room in the east courtyard is still lit.

Boss Fang sat in the main seat, with a cup of tea that had already been cooled in his hand, staring at the straight Fang Zhong standing in the middle of the room with an ugly face.

"What Dad said, did you listen to it!" Boss Fang suppressed the anger in his heart, today he was going to have a good talk with Fang Zhong, although there were some things that he couldn't tell him clearly, but as a father, he felt that he should show his attitude to his son. Who knew that after saying so much, Fang Zhong didn't say anything, just a strong silence and silence.

Just when Boss Fang was furious and was about to hold back himself, Fang Zhong finally raised his head expressionlessly, lowered his eyes slightly, and said softly: "Dad, in fact, you don't have to tell me this. I know in my heart that a noble woman like General Zhao is not something I can covet Xiao think. General Zhao has never taken me to heart, and ...... in the future."

"Smack!" Boss Fang's right hand slapped heavily on the table, and Fang Zhong looked up at his father in surprise.

Boss Fang's face turned even darker, and the blue tendons on his forehead exploded: "Your identity, what is your identity?!What do you understand?!You don't understand anything! The noble surname Zhao? She is a noble fart!"

Fang Zhong didn't expect his father to be so angry, let alone that his father, whom he had always respected, would say such vulgar words. Zhao Ling is his beloved woman, but his father gave birth to him and raised him, and he can't refute his father's words. Boss Fang also realized his gaffe, gasped a few times, picked up the cold tea on the table, and drank it cleanly.

Wiped the water stains from the corners of his mouth casually, this action made Fang Zhong's hand take out the handkerchief pause, and finally stood up honestly.

"You ......" Boss Fang pointed at Fang Zhong, pursed his lips, and wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything. He sighed heavily: "Son, there are some things that you don't know yet, but the Zhao family, our Fang family can't touch it, and we definitely can't touch it! That Zhao Ling, you can't have any friendship for her!"

Fang Zhong raised his head suddenly, his eyes were full of surprise and pain, and he couldn't help but shout, "Father!"

Boss Fang waved his hand to interrupt him, "I'm doing this for your good, otherwise this debt will hurt you sooner or later." Not wanting to say anything, Boss Fang leaned back in his chair with his eyes closed and sighed in a low voice.

Fang Zhong stood in place in despair, he always knew that he and Zhao Ling would not have results, even if it was the encouragement of the bent day, Fang Zhong was very rational to control his heart, not allowing himself to have thoughts that he shouldn't have. But now, do you want him to cut off all the feelings buried in his heart?

Fang Zhong turned around with a blank expression, opened and closed the door, didn't say a word to Boss Fang, and went back to his room in a trance. As soon as Fang Zhong left, Boss Fang opened his eyes, his eyes full of pity and pain.

"If there is no interruption, there will be chaos. In the future, he will always understand your painstaking efforts. Boss Fang was startled, and quickly stood up and bowed slightly to the black-clothed man who came out of the room.

The candle flame swayed from side to side as the curtain was lifted, and the faint flickering light was projected on the solemn face of the man in black, and the hideous scar on the corner of his eyebrows was even more terrifying in the flickering candlelight.

Yan Shao casually found a place to sit down, signaling Boss Fang not to be formal, "Fang Zhong has never experienced the world, and his mind is simple. If you talk about the city government, it is far from Zhao Ling's opponent. During this time, you watch him a little more, and don't let him sink deeper and deeper. Yan Shao pursed his lips and frowned, now Zhao Ling is at the Thirteen Mile Bridge, constantly trying to approach him, although he has long known Zhao Ling's purpose, but because of what has happened, he always has some complications in his heart for her.

In this case, if Fang Zhong intervened again...... Yan Shao smiled helplessly, raised his eyebrows obliquely, and looked at the light moon outside through the window lattice.

Let's say that after the Nanling people received Du Wanwan's money, they went all the way to the best medical center in the city. Southridge is a family tribal system, and each tribe has its own shaman. The man's old mother was seriously ill, and the wizard danced several times, only saying that the end of the patient was approaching, and the gods had summoned, and there was no way to save him.

Everyone in the tribe believed in the wizard, and he was no exception. But this man married a big woman, this woman does not believe in wizards, she told the man that in the best medical hall in Licheng, as long as you have money, you can invite Lang Zhong to come here for a consultation, as long as Lang Zhong comes and grabs the medicine, maybe the old mother still has a glimmer of hope.

In order to save his mother, the man risked his life and went to sea with the fishing boat, but the harvest was not satisfactory. The caravan who often went to Licheng told him that the things he had caught could not be sold in Licheng. Don't think about asking Lang Zhong to go to the doctor, he just wants to try his luck, he can sell some money, grab some medicine, and have a glimmer of hope when the time comes.

Who would have thought that the people at the gate of the city were not willing to buy the things in his hand, and there were many people watching the excitement, but none of them paid for it. Just when he was about to despair, Du Wanwan appeared. Therefore, the man is very grateful to Du Wanwan.

As soon as they arrived at the entrance of the medical hall, two young men dressed as subordinates stopped the man's way, "Stop! My Du Niangzi wants to see you, you can come with us!"

The middle-aged man was a little confused, what Du Niangzi, he didn't know him!

"You ...... Are you mistaken?" After all, the man is a barbarian from other places, and his waist is not hard in Licheng, so he can only test it in a whisper.

Who knew that these two people didn't give him a chance to ask questions at all, and seeing that he didn't want to go, the two people actually turned his arm and pressed him to walk in the other direction. The man is in a hurry, there are still sick people waiting for Lang Zhong at home!

"You can't do this! Why are you arresting me!" the middle-aged man struggled and shouted.

"Hmph! If you shout again, I'll take you to the government office! We Du Niangzi are looking for you, that's your blessing, don't toast and don't eat and drink!" After the two subordinates finished speaking, they forcibly dragged the man into the alley behind West Street.

The alleys behind West Street are less crowded and quiet, except for some residents, which are embroidery workshops and dyeing workshops. The two subordinates escorted the man, and after turning into the alley, they walked all the way to the depths of the alley. It didn't take long for the three of them to enter an embroidery workshop with a cold business.

Before the man was escorted in again, he gritted his teeth and looked up at the name of the embroidery workshop. Thanks to his woman, otherwise he would not know what was written on this banner.

Kicking and kicking, down the wooden staircase, the man was taken to the second floor. Through a veil of water-colored light, he could faintly see two young women inside.

"What did you sell at the city gate today?" A greasy voice came from inside, and the man frowned and looked up, the city gate......?