The summer in Yangguan is hot and boring.

The sun hangs high, unleashing blazing waves endlessly, scorching everything. There was not a trace of wind in the air, and the whole city seemed to be covered with glass. The high heat gathered, but it could not be dispersed, and the water in the ponds of the paddy fields and roadside ditches in the river network was steaming upward, and the huge Yangguan became a cage drawer for steaming buns. The humid heat makes the air here sticky, clinging to the skin, solidifying, and even slowing people's breathing, making people breathless and breathless.

In the Yangguan in June and July, if there is anything that can still be jumping and vibrant, it is the cicada. The "buzzing" cicadas, the "squeaky" blind cicadas, and the "silky, silky, silky" wax cicadas, are holding their chorus day and night. The sound of cicadas not only did not bring some vitality to the northern Xiongguan, the main river and the eight thoroughfares, but made the people's mood more and more dry. Cicadas are not like mosquitoes, they can be driven away with a row of brooms, and they are clean when they are driven away - cicadas are everywhere, can be bullied everywhere, and can call two throats anywhere. Drive away a batch, and come again, and those who are overwhelmed can only call in vain.

Lan Fengshan has always relied on his own qi cultivation skills, and he can turn a deaf ear to the noise of cicadas in Yangcheng in summer, and he is quite complacent here. To be honest, if you want to sit firmly in the position of the head of hundreds of major families, you must be able to command more than 10,000 male soldiers on the horse, and if the cultivation of qi is not good, it will definitely be fun.

But I don't know what's wrong today, the cicada cry in the door of the mansion seems to have opened a water and land dojo in his mind, and the cymbals and cymbals make a noise, making the head of the family uneasy. He only felt that something in his heart was scratching vigorously, and when he collided with the oven-like weather, a nameless evil fire went straight out.

He stood by the door of the inner courtyard, and with one punch, one fist, he slammed into the pillar of the gate beside him!

You must know that a martial arts realm master, a battle-hardened general, with a blow of anger, that power is enough to split stones and break gold!

The surface of the pillars was dented by the great force, and the cracks spread like spider webs, and the whole porch trembled with it, and the ground trembled slightly.

When this fist went down, the kneeling sound of "plop plop" immediately sounded next to the head of the family. I saw a respectful old mother and pretty maid standing around me who were shocked, frightened inexplicably, and knelt down in the small half of the yard one after another as soon as their knees were soft, and those who knew were okay, but those who didn't know looked at it at a glance for fear that it would be a person who broke the law and asked the county official to surrender his guilt! Except for Lan Fengshan, who was still standing, the rest of the people knelt down, hung their heads, looked at their noses, noses, mouths, mouths, and hearts, and did not dare to come out.

The head of the house is angry, if he is not honest, then he will be beaten on the board!

After a while, a person finally raised his head tremblingly, and looked at it, who else could it be if it wasn't the big housekeeper Zhou Xian beside the head of the family! At this time, that is, he can still stand up and save the scene. This is not because of how delicate he is, with long sleeves and good dancing---the big families are the most taboo to find such a person as a butler--it is purely because of his wide forehead and square face, full heavenly court, and honest face, and the head of the house will not continue to arch up when he sees his face when he is angry.

"Sir, this... What do you think..."The old butler, who was over half a hundred years old, was cautious and stopped talking.

Even he had never seen such a big fire in the Lord's house!

"Steward Zhou, you let me go in and see, the quack doctor who suffered a thousand knives is endless!"

The voice of the head of the house was not high, even slightly low, but the angry power mixed with it did not make people have the slightest thought of doubt or slackness. That kind of momentum is like Mount Tai pressing the top, making the people around him breathe suffocating.

Martial arts are courageous, not angry and self-assured, but those who are angry?

The old housekeeper didn't notice at all that there was a big rebellion in what the master said--just the sentence "suffered a thousand cuts", Lanfeng Mountain, a commander of the Yangguan army and the general in the north of the town, said it, so that those royal histories in the court and the middle of the court listened to it, and it was absolutely necessary to join him fiercely! Of course, even if he realized it, he would never be stupid enough to point it out. Over the years, what imperial history has been involved in and impeachment, the general's family has long been surprised and accustomed to it, after all, there are more lice and no itching, and there are more debts!

Let's say that as soon as Steward Zhou heard the order from the head of the family, he hurriedly reacted: General Lan is impatient, tell him to go in and ask!

Having said that, this Lang entered the inner house just after noon to see the eldest young master, and he didn't come out when it was almost past Shen, which is really slow, and urging is also a proper meaning!

Steward Zhou thought so.

Up to now, even he, the big butler who has everything in his daily affairs, can't remember that this is the first Lang Zhong invited. The nineteenth? Or is it past twenty? Zhou Xian secretly scolded himself for starting to have a bad memory. If this continues, how will you still manage the housework? How do you serve the young master and help the young master heal?

Can...... Young master, is this disease really curable?

As soon as this thought came out, Lao Zhou couldn't wait to give himself a dozen slaps in his heart. "How can you think that?! Are you worthy of the grace of the Lord's house?! ”

But the strange thing is that just as the housekeeper stood up, shook his numb legs, and walked towards the main room of the inner house with unhurried and unhurried steps, the year of "the young master's illness has not been cured" seemed to have been evil, and he went around and around in his thoughts.

Yes, there is no cure for this disease!

Lang Zhong also invited, all the medicines that could be used were used, the kitchen was making supplements every day, the lady begged God to worship the Buddha every day, and the eldest young master's legs were stunned and did not improve at all, not even a trace of improvement!

"You say, is this God no longer protecting our Lan family?"

"Where do I know? But if God is still protecting him, how can the young master, a white and chubby boy, have such a strange disease? It's finally burned off, why is the leg unconscious? Isn't this a waste? ”

A few days ago, the two subordinates who chewed their tongues like this were all grabbed and beaten severely by Steward Zhou, but the words of chewing their tongues remained in the butler's heart like a knife.

Good boy, why are your legs wasted?

It's also the descendant of the lady of the main room and the only seedling of the head of the family!

If the young master's leg is so gone, how can the position of the head of the family be passed down? Who will lead the hundreds of Dingkou? Who else can the tens of thousands of elite soldiers in Yangguan Town hand over? Who will guard the gate of the country facing the north in the future?!

Steward Zhou sighed silently as he walked.

I was anxious, but my face must not be relaxed, especially when facing outsiders, let alone let others see the clues-this is the experience that Steward Zhou has gained in serving people in Lan Mansion for so many years. So he put aside his thoughts, calmed his mind, cleared his throat, and went straight to the door. But before he could cross the threshold, a figure had already appeared in front of him--it was Wang surnamed Langzhong who had advanced for two hours!

This man is dressed in plain coarse cloth clothes, wearing a square scarf on his head, soap boots on his feet, and a small medicine box on his back. Lan Fu asked for medical advice everywhere, but he heard that this Wang Langzhong had a reputation for curing leg diseases, so he invited him. When this person entered the house, he swore that if he could not cure the disease, he would not take a penny. The family saw that he was quite sincere, and they also held the last trace of heart, so they invited him into the inner house to see what the young master's leg was doing.

Two hours passed. As for now......

As soon as Steward Zhou saw Lang Zhong's face, he knew that something was wrong. However, he still tried his best to calm down and asked, "Sir, what is the young master's illness?" ”

Lang Zhong raised his head slightly, a trace of gloom and sadness flashed in his eyes, and he shook his head slightly.

The butler's heart finally sank again.

Not only Zhou Xianshan, but the hearts of the whole courtyard sank.