The news of Zheng Wenhao, the eldest grandson of Dali Temple, and Li Qing, the granddaughter of the official Shangshu, who retired from their parents, was like having wings, and it soon spread in the Xungui circle, and it also became a topic of pastime in major teahouses.

The reason why it is so popular is also because this family affair was a sensation in the capital at the beginning of the decision.

After all, the two important members of the court and the central government, they formed a family, which had a great impact on the situation of the court.

The heat that once aroused has now turned into curiosity and exploration of Zheng Wenhao's physical condition.

What kind of illness did you have that you can't even marry like a beautiful flower?

The Zheng family only said that Zheng Wenhao was seriously ill and bedridden, but what kind of illness he had, there was no news at all.

There are those who do good things, or those who survive by selling news, and some of them actually go to the door of the Zheng Mansion at this time.

If you can really find out something, send it to those teahouses and restaurants to make up a joke, you can really make a lot of money.

Now they look at the open gate of the Zheng Mansion and feel that the secret there is like a piece of fat.

In the Zheng Mansion, which is regarded as fat, not everyone knows the real secret.

For example, the concubines of Zheng Wenhao who had just been brought into the house because of the Qingqing Poetry Society incident were inevitably talking about it at this time.

"I heard that my husband was carried into the house, could it be that he hurt his leg?"

"It's hard to say, anyway, the injury is not light, and there has been no news from the main courtyard until now."

There is really a big heart among them, and I can't help but think about it, "Husband, he is such a talented person, even if he hurts his leg, it will not matter." And he has already retired from the Li family, maybe he will have to support a wife among us. ”

In this way, it naturally caused waves in the hearts of several concubines, and they all looked forward to the fact that their husband Zheng Wenhao, who had not seen each other since entering the mansion, would wake up earlier.

Just when these concubines were talking, someone quietly walked into Zheng Wenhao's courtyard, and this person was Zheng Shihe, the secretary of Dali Temple.

Lord Zheng listened to the pig-killing wail coming from the room, and the hand behind him clenched tightly.

This grandson, he spent the most effort to cultivate, and praised him as the pride of the sky.

In two years, his grandson should enter the officialdom, and if he marries a girl from the Li family, then the Yue family, who is the secretary of the ministry, will be able to become a greater help, and also benefit the Zheng family.

But there are still two or three days of hard work, and he poked out a big hole, how did he teach him?

Lord Zheng frowned tightly, his face was gloomy as if he could drip rain at any time, and walked into his grandson's room.

At this time, the doctor was changing the dressing, revealing the bloody holes in Zheng Wenhao's eyes, which were terrifying and terrifying, as well as the incompleteness under his body.

Lord Zheng shook his head heavily, now that his grandson has become like this, if he doesn't withdraw from his family, he will have a bad relationship with the Li family. It was his own decision to quit his family.

The doctor trembled and finished changing the wound on Zheng Wenhao's eye, and then saw Lord Zheng who walked in quietly.

The doctor stepped forward and said, "My lord, the old man's medical skills are limited, Zheng Gongzi ...... My lord saves the holy favor, why don't you go to the palace and ask for a doctor? He also knew that this Zheng Wenhao was the precious eldest grandson of the Zheng family, and he would complain if he couldn't cure this disease.

Lord Zheng raised his eyebrows and glanced at the doctor, but this glance made him feel cold and unconsciously shut his mouth.

Master Zheng waved his hand, motioned for the doctor to stand down, and then raised his hand to wave away all the people in the room.

"Grandfather! Grandfather, is that you? Zheng Wenhao stretched out his arm and groped, his voice full of pain, "Grandfather save me!" ”

Master Zheng stepped forward and shook his grandson's hand.

"Grandfather, grandfather avenges his grandson!" Zheng Wenhao grabbed Master Zheng's hand tightly, "Grandfather! I must find that cinnabar mole, she must have harmed me, and the young man who had a tryst with him can't get out of it. ”

When Master Zheng heard Sun Er say this, the coldness between his eyebrows increased a little, "The painter drew the portrait of that young man according to your description, and it turned out to be your second brother." ”

"Impossible! Grandfather ......"

Lord Zheng shook off Zheng Wenhao's hand, "You have been tricked, and you dare to come to me without knowing it?" ”

"Grandfather!" Zheng Wenhao grabbed Master Zheng's hand like a dying moment, "Grandfather must help me, must save me." The grandfather went to ask for a doctor, and when the grandson opened his eyes, he would definitely catch the two murderers himself. ”

Master Zheng shook his head, his eyes were full of disappointment, and he shook off his grandson's hand like a life-saving straw, "How did I teach you since I was a child?" ”

"Grandfather, it's the grandson who is wrong." Zheng Wenhao fluttered his hands blankly, like a person who fell into the water and was about to drown.

"I've been handling cases for many years, and I've told you how many times. You can't do too many bad things, but it's not something you can't do, and it's important not to leave a handle. ”

"The grandson knows that he is wrong, and only the grandfather can save the grandson."

"And what about you, the purpose of running the Qingqing Poetry Society with great fanfare is just for the sake of so many broken flowers and willows, and in the end, the emperor's pro-army came to the door to seal it, where do you want me to put Zheng Shihe's old face?"

"Grandfather, the grandson will not be able to do things in the future."

"Later? How can you have a future! Zheng Shihe glanced at the eldest grandson coldly again, "You look like this now, you are really a wasted person, and it is impossible to support the door of the Zheng family in the future." ”

"Grandfather, I am the eldest grandson of the Zheng family!"

Listening to the eldest grandson's words, Zheng Shihe's facial expression became a little complicated, there was regret and heartache in the wrinkled eyes around him, but the lips that were no longer full evoked a sneer.

"Soon it won't be." He said lightly: "Take out a handkerchief from your sleeve." ”

Abandoned son, how to stay.

What's more, he is so immortal, how can the imperial historian who lives nearby let it go easily, if he brings out the matter of the second prince for this reason, won't even the queen be offended.

Just when Zheng Wenhao was confused by his grandfather's words and didn't react, the handkerchief had already covered his mouth and nose.

Although it was colorless and odorless, he began to fall asleep as soon as he felt the handkerchief close...... The absence of sharp pain is also good.

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Those who wanted to get Zheng Wenhao's first-hand news and make some money came to the door of Zheng's mansion early in the morning.

Today, they really asked them to wait for a big news, but this big news quickly spread throughout the capital, so that they had no chance to make money from it.

The Zheng Mansion did a white thing, and Zheng Wenhao, the eldest grandson of the Zheng family, died.

There was a cry in Zheng's mansion, and the loudest crying were the concubines who had made a private agreement with Zheng Wenhao for life in the Qingqing Poetry Society and had just been carried into the mansion.

What they didn't expect was that the first thing they saw Zheng Wenhao in the Zheng Mansion was his body lying in the coffin.

To be more precise, they didn't even see his last side clearly, because his face was always covered.