The bruised soul with a relieved look was dissipated by the wind, leaving only the young man who knelt on the ground and buried his head to see his expression clearly.

A pair of long, soft arms wrapped around his waist from behind, trying to bring him a little warmth, but he didn't respond as if he was stupid.

Yu Wenzhao, who felt the touch on his arms and in front of him, was surprised why Wei Changpan's body was like falling into an ice cellar, and the latter's body slackened in an instant and fell to the side.

Watching the children of Yanyu Building shouting and carrying Wei Changpan who had fainted into the house, the little girl who was the owner of Yanyu Building saw Wei Changpan whose cheeks were still stained with tears, and recalled that she couldn't help palpitating before, and the two slender eyebrows were also frowned, and she raised her head to look at the sky that was still not clear after the rain, and her heart was also heavy, as if she had pressed a boulder.

....

"Doctor, is he okay?" In the guest room on the island, Sun Maung, the doctor of Yanyu Building, who lives nearby, is lying on the couch with his eyes closed, Wei Changpan's vein, which is second only to the owner of the building in the Yanyu Building, after all, no one wants to be injured and no one treats him.

This Sun Maung Sun Doctor's father is a person in Yanyu Building, plus his sons and nephews, three generations have been treated in Yanyu Building, and there are no less than 1,000 people who have been treated, and the favors owed alone are innumerable.

Sun Maung, who was lightly handed, stopped Yu Wenzhao, who clearly wanted to get to the edge of the collapse, with his eyes, who was wearing an agarwood-colored narrow sleeve that is common to Jiangnan women at this time, and a goose egg face that was originally very attractive was full of anxiety.

If there were other Yanyulou disciples who dared to make noise when this doctor was well-known for his medical skills and temper, he would have to pick up the medicine bag and smash his head a few times.

But Yu Wenzhao, who is extremely favored up and down the Yanyu Building, is an exception, Sun Maung has watched her grow from a little yellow-haired girl to her current slim state, and it is common to play on her shoulders.

Wei Changpan's eyelids flicked, as if he was about to wake up, he entered Yu Wenzhao's eyes, his body trembled for a moment, he slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were blank, and when his eyes touched Yu Wenzhao, he turned his head sideways, but he was just silent.

Just as she was about to close the door of the house, she suddenly heard a low voice: "Master..."

Yu Wenzhao became excited, snatched the candle flame in the doctor's hand and ran over, looking at Wei Changpan with straight eyes, startling the maid beside him.

"Zhao'er.... Master...."

"I'm here. Yu Wenzhao, who didn't care whether his behavior was in line with etiquette, tightly held Wei Changpan's hand that poked out of the futon.

Wei Changpan nodded, his eyes closed weakly, and tears rolled down again, and then quietly, even the sound of breathing was gone.

"Crying, crying, crying, crying again, how can a good man stand up as a resentful woman. In the distance, there were a few children of the Yanyu Building who were snooping behind the rockery and discussed.

"Changpan! Changpan!" the little girl in Yanyulou was stunned for a moment, and then shouted out of control.

This behavior undoubtedly touched the bottom line of his grandson's practice of medicine, he went up to probe, pulled Yu Wenzhao's shirt and dragged him up, and pulled him outside.

"I just fell asleep!" Sun Maung lowered his voice, "I was just restless just now, so I woke up." ”

Yu Wenzhao, who was trustworthy in Sun Maung's medical skills, looked at the pale young man through the crack in the door, his face was undiminished, and then he glared fiercely at Sun Maung, who dragged her out, and stared at him a little weak before turning around and leaving.

When she turned to leave, she didn't forget to turn around and grimace at Sun Maung, who pretended not to see and looked around with his hands behind his back.

Sun Maung, who watched Yu Wenzhao walk away, wrinkled his gray eyebrows, and asked the person next to him:

"What can't you say in front of Wen Zhao, could it be that he Wu Changbo has other plans to hide this matter?"

The henchman of the current acting landlord, dressed as a servant behind him, replied respectfully:

"If this matter is spread on this island in the middle of the lake, there is a risk that people's hearts will be unstable, so the fewer people who know about it, the better. This young man's gentle voice is something that can make many people feel close to him when he hears it.

The young man who had been observing his words and expressions saw that Sun Maung still had no reaction, so he continued: "The owner of the Wu building is also worried about the impact of this matter, so he ordered the little one to come and tell Dr. Sun, don't spread the word, after all, our Yanyu building owner and Zhang Jiagun are both outside, and the overall situation should be the priority." ”

Sun Maung, who snorted from his nose, glanced at the young man who was still respectful, and his tone was contemptuous: "Uncle Wu still remembers that the landlord is outside, and he is not dead yet, he is afraid that the landlord of that generation is impatient and wants to pick up the word "generation"?" He patted this young man with an extremely low stature in the style of an old rascal.

"If you want to change the dynasty, you can! But you have to wait for the owner of the Yu Mansion to die or die in the hands of Songfeng Mountain. Sun Maung's five fingers were about to be slapped on the young man's head, but he really touched the front and changed to the palm of his hand, "Tell your master, don't be too anxious, whether it's to win over smart children, or to master the wealth in the building, I can treat it as if I didn't see it." ”

"There is only one!" Sun Maung's hand reached out to the back of the young man's head, slammed his head into his own, and then leaned into his ear and whispered, "But if I find out that he Wu Changbo and Songfeng Mountain are colluding together to harm my Yanyulou disciples, even if my Sun Maung gives up his life, he will not die a good death." ”

The young man who was frightened into a cold sweat was let go, and the corners of his forehead were red and swollen, and then he heard Sun Maung say loudly: "This kid, it's just that he practiced too diligently in the martial arts, which caused his qi and blood to go retrograde, so there was an illusion in front of him, and it was no big deal, just a few days of recuperation." ”

The young man who had been pardoned was about to leave, but he heard Sun Maung's voice behind him: "Tell him that even if the owner of the building dies, the inheritance of Yanyu Building cannot be broken." ”

....

"That's what he said?"

In the past, Yu Chengcai, the owner of Yanyu Building, sat on the high position, Wu Changbo had a lupine scarf, and his tone was lazy, and he spoke to the young man who had stated Sun Maung's words to him.

"Dad, how can my son have a reason to tell lies when dealing with that old man?" the young man complained, "But the old immortal is too arrogant, even if he calls his father by name, he also threatens his father's life..."

Before the words fell, there was a blood-red slap print on his face, and the force was so great that it directly slapped him to the corner of the wall.

The illegitimate son of Wu Changbo, the deputy owner of the Yanyu Building, who was frightened and inexplicable, bowed to the ground and didn't dare to speak out.

"In the Jianghu sect, if there are not a few people like him who are wholeheartedly thinking about the survival of the sect, there will be no way to live. Wu Changbo, who was dressed as a Confucian scholar, stretched out his arms, and the wind blowing in from outside the house was bitterly cold, "But if Wei Changpan really saw that situation, I'm afraid that the inheritance of Yanyulou will really be cut off in my hands..."

Your grandson is alone, facing the general trend, but he is just shaking the tree and doing some useless work.