Houfu Jiaojiao is so cool after her rebirth

Chapter 107 Hope
"Your eldest brother has no desire for achievement, so father pins all his hopes on you."

"I know." Chen Hengshan nodded, "Shangguan Wenchao's affairs with Chu Yunshen may have a deep gap."

"It's good, it's really good, I'm not joking with you, I'm telling the truth."

"What about Shangguan Wanyue? She is not a daughter of Shangguan's family. If this matter is revealed, it will be a big disaster."

Chen Chen wiped his hands, his brows and eyes were light, and he didn't seem to care: "In any case, now that it's gone, there is no need to worry about it, and the revenge of the year is almost done, and there is one last step left. The queen's mother family has always been jealous of the emperor. Suppression is nothing to be afraid of, and only the Shangguan family can be compared with our Chen family."

Chen Chen has carefully managed the Chen family for decades. He is well acquainted with the most ruthless emperor's family, and he naturally understands the principle that a cunning rabbit dies and a good dog cooks. Now that the emperor can't find fault with the Chen family, it doesn't mean he doesn't want to find fault.

Chen Chen has lost his patience after being under high pressure for too long.

"Shangguan Ding should not have the intention to fight against us." After a while of silence, Chen Hengshan guessed this possibility.

Chen Chen just smiled: "My child, there are no permanent friends in this world except for my own close relatives. Now the Shangguan family does not target us, but because we have the same purpose and have not violated each other's interests. One day, see if Shangguan Ding will destroy us."

meeting.

He wore a mask on his bright face and smiled, with a knife hidden behind his back.

"My son knows."

"Now it's mainly Shangguan Wanyue and Shangguan Wenchao. We have full evidence that Shangguan Wanyue is not a daughter of the Shangguan family. Now the most important thing to grasp is Shangguan Wenchao. He is the only son of the Shangguan family, and Shangguan Ding is old. , coupled with the fact that he has been fighting all the year round, his body has already begun to be unbearable, and at this age he probably should show his appearance, so no matter what, just grab Shangguan Wenchao."

Chen Hengshan had this intention and responded one by one.

The opera sang to the end, and the two father and son didn't know what they sang, but it was almost dawn, and chatting was better than nothing.

Shengjing City.

The lights of thousands of houses, but with a flick of a finger, escaped into the darkness following the curfew.

Princess Zhaoyang looked through some rules and regulations of Shengjing City recently, and there were some rules in it, as well as the current situation of Shengjing City.

Not here alone.

Eyes hurt from the pain, Tan Jingyao and Xu Changqing were dealing with business, and it was fine to be silent for a while, but it was a pity that they heard voices from outside after a while, and the footsteps were hurried, and the servant was almost rolling and crawling, as soon as he entered Knelt down and shouted: "It's not good, it's not good, Second Young Master is afraid it's not good."

Tan Jingyao's expression suddenly changed.

She loves her son so much, Princess Zhaoyang naturally won't stay, and she followed Tan Jingyao to Yan Mansion.

She knew early in the morning that Tan Zhenming was a medicine jar and had been ill since she was a child. He didn't greet her when she came. Princess Zhaoyang wanted to visit but she was told that she was afraid of getting sick.

The condition is predictably serious.

I have been hanging for so many years, although Tan Jingyao has the bottom line in his heart, but at the end of the day, he still feels reluctant and heartbroken.

Almost half of the people in the house were in Tan Zhenming's yard, and Yan Lingzhi ordered in an orderly manner, those who called the doctor called the doctor, those who boiled water boiled water, and those who took medicine took medicine.

This is Tan Jingyao's only consolation for her daughter who has just grown up.

Xu Xianlin was by her side, a man and woman, occasionally holding her hand when Yan Lingzhi was in a trance and trembling slightly, to give a little warmth and comfort.

The two looked at each other but said nothing, as if they knew it through such a pair of eyes.

Tan Jingyao went in to look at Tan Zhenming, he had ginseng in his mouth, his skin was pale to another degree, he was sweating coldly, his breathing was quite short, and the frequency of his chest heaving was extremely fast and deep.

Tan Jingyao is getting old, his temples are gray, he lost his eldest son in his early years, and now his second son is about to die, and he is tearful, so he can't help but feel pitiful.

Langzhong didn't come one by one, but in groups. This battle surprised Princess Zhaoyang a bit.

"In the past, the dog was taken care of by Dr. Zheng. Dr. Zheng was well aware of the child's condition, so it would be better if he alone was in charge. Now that Dr. Zheng is going to the capital, it can only be three cobblers who are the best." Tan Jingyao smiled wryly.

Princess Zhaoyang nodded and said, "Since that's the case, it's not impossible to invite him back."

That's how this matter was settled.

Xu Xianlin and Yan Lingzhi were just taken aback, but they had no objection to refuse.

Human life is at stake, and other things are not important.

Miss Zheng Yirong, who also understands Tan Zhenming's condition, is far away in the sky, farther than Zheng Zhuoyun, and the principle of proximity is the principle.

It's just that they didn't expect that the so-called speeding up the horse happened to be on the day of the Dragon Boat Festival, and they didn't know the agreement between Zheng Zhuoyun and Xue Mi.

It seems that I have been missing it all the time, saying that it is going to be fulfilled, but it has been hurting all the time.

When Zheng Zhuoyun rushed back to Shengjing City at the same speed, he was out of breath after two days of travel and dust, while Tan Zhenming had been in a coma for several days, and his breathing was weak.

Tan Jingyao stopped all work, and even planned to deal with the funeral.

Yan Ling thought about it later, if Tan Zhenming died like this, he still wanted to see Zheng Yirong, so he still handed her a letter.

As soon as Zheng Zhuoyun came back, Tan Jingyao seemed to see hope.

"Let's not talk about the old days, let me have a look at Xian's medical records for nearly a year. I'll go and see the second son." Zheng Zhuoyun said, frowning.

His hair was all knotted by the wind, his chin had stubble, and his eye circles were black and blue, which showed his hard work.

Tan Jingyao was grateful to Zheng Zhuoyun and did everything according to his orders.

Zheng Zhuoyun entered the back room, Yan Lingzhi closed his eyes, and his expression was acceptable, but his pulse and breathing were extremely weak, and ordinary medicine might not be able to cure him.

Anxious, looking at Tan Zhenming's face, which was so emaciated, he felt extremely heartbroken.

The abacus clattered.

Yan Lingzhi started to audit against the ledger. The expenses in the Dragon Boat Festival Mansion were quite high, and everything such as offering sacrifices to the dragon boat had to be deducted from the mansion.

Yan Lingzhi was physically and mentally exhausted, Tan Jingyao was busy dealing with the eldest princess Zhaoyang, and also cared about Tan Zhenming's condition, and one of Yan Ling had to make decisions about sacrifices and other matters, large and small.

But fortunately, she survived, and there are some capable and experienced old people to help, so she won't make a fool of herself.

Xu Xianlin came in from the outside. He was also one of the candidates to help Yan Lingzhi. He was so busy that his feet didn't touch the ground, and his whole body began to feel sore when he rested.

"How is the second brother?" Yan Lingzhi asked without raising his head.

Xu Xianlin was taken aback: "Shouldn't you care about me first?"

"You can't die again."

"What you said, I have helped you so much anyway."

Xu Xianlin sat across from her, picked up her teacup, drank it down under her murderous gaze, and clicked his lips rather rascally, "Good tea."

(End of this chapter)