"Langjun …"
Madam Li gripped her husband's hand tightly, tears streaming down her face. Wu Youji felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife. He looked at Wu Sansi with tears in his eyes and said angrily, "Wu Sansi! How dare you! You … "
Wu Sansi played with the wine cup in his hand and said leisurely, "Look, isn't this good? Sister-in-law died of a sudden illness and died a dignified death. After death, she can be buried in the Wu family's ancestral grave and enjoy the blood of her descendants. As for you, you can marry the princess and become a dignified son-in-law. Haha … "
"Wu Sansi, I'll fight you to the death!"
Wu Youji's eyes were spitting fire. He wanted to jump up and fight Wu Sansi but was held back by Madam Li who hurriedly called out, "Langjun! Langjun … "
Wu Youji gritted his teeth and forced himself to stop. With tears in his eyes, he wiped away the blood at the corner of her mouth and softly called out, "Wife?"
At this time, Madam Li's mouth and nose were bleeding. It was unknown what kind of poison she had been poisoned with, but her face was turning purple. She tightly held onto her husband's hand, her body trembling violently and her throat producing indistinct sounds.
Wu Youji quickly lowered his head. Madam Li's voice was weak as she whispered in his ear, "Langjun! Chong Yi, Chong Xuan … "
She was calling Wu Youji's two sons. The older was eighteen and the younger was fourteen.
Wu Youji saw that she could not continue and anxiously asked, "Chong Yi, Chong Xuan, what happened to them? Wife, say something, say something? "
Madam Li's throat tightened and could not spit out a word. She was so anxious that when she opened her mouth, she spat out a mouthful of blood. Wu Youji felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife and hot tears flowed down his face.
Madam Li could not speak. Her face was full of anxiety as she stared at her husband. Suddenly, she dipped the blood at the corner of her mouth and trembled as she wrote on the front of his robe.
Seeing this, Wu Youji quickly pulled up the front of his robe and saw Madam Li write with difficulty, "Banished from the family, removed from the genealogy …"
She only managed to write the next word before her hand drooped down powerlessly. Her eyes were still wide open, as if she had died with a grievance.
Wu Youji's eyes widened as he looked at his deceased wife. He suddenly wailed, "Wife, Yue-er! My Yue 'er … "
Wu Sansi looked on coldly as he shook his head and sighed, "The heart of a mother is the most compassionate in the world! Pitiful and lamentable! Sister-in-law was still worried about your two sons before she died, afraid that they would also meet with misfortune. Yes, after the princess married, how could the son of the princess not be the eldest legitimate son? Sister-in-law has put in a lot of effort. When you go back, quickly expel them from the family, remove their names from the family tree, and arrange for them to go somewhere safe. "
"You … you … Wu Sansi! You really have a heart! "
Wu Youji's face contorted as he cursed with tears streaming down his face.
Wu Sansi said indifferently, "With Yue 'er gone, isn't there another Ling Yue? This moon is even brighter and more enchanting! "
Wu Youji glared at him hatefully, his face contorted as if he wanted to bite off a piece of his flesh.
Wu Sansi acted as if he did not see her and slowly stood up. He dusted his clothes and leisurely said, "Sister-in-law has the heart of a loving mother, but you should also think about the Empress's motherly heart! Quickly go back and make arrangements for her funeral! The Empress … is in a hurry to marry off her daughter! "
Wu Youji's body trembled as he watched Wu Sansi leisurely walk away. His eyes were about to pop, but in the end, he did not have the courage to stand up and pounce!
… …
Yang Fan sat quietly in front of the hall. The sunlight shone in from the outside, and the shadows were at his feet, illuminating the simple and crude hall. Yang Fan casually glanced at the decorations in the hall before casting his gaze outside.
Outside the hall, there were two hundred-year-old plum trees on the left and right side of the door. Like the flowerbed in the front yard, they grew naturally and did not look like they had been pruned. Yang Fan looked quietly for a while before closing his eyes slightly to rest his mind.
Today, he had come publicly just to ask for the calligraphy. No matter what, he would not make a move today.
If it was in the past, he would definitely make a move as soon as he heard about Miao Shenke's whereabouts, but now he could not. Seeking justice from Miao Shenke was his responsibility. Protecting and maintaining the relationship between him and Wan 'er was also his responsibility. Now, he had to consider problems more long-term and more meticulous than before.
Rash methods could not be used. He had to do his best to maintain his current identity and maintain the relationship between him and Wan 'er. After he avenged all his relatives who died in vain in the Peach Blossom Village, he had to start his own life. He had to live well. He could not drag Shanghai Wan' er to accompany him and become a pair of wild mandarin ducks that fled to the ends of the world.
Yang Fan sat quietly for a long time. Hearing footsteps, he slightly opened his eyes and saw Du Xian holding a scroll that was almost as tall as him walking out from the back of the hall.
Seeing Yang Fan, Du Xian smiled and said, "Langjun, you have waited for a long time. Teacher has been writing for a while, but the ink has not dried yet, so it took a while before it was sent out."
Yang Fan smiled and stood up. He received the scroll with both hands and said with a smile, "Little brother, many thanks!"
Du Xian hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "Don't mention it, don't mention it. Langjun, take care!"
This little guy was not polite at all. Once the matter was settled, he immediately asked him to leave. Yang Fan laughed and looked deeply at the back of the hall before walking out.
Holding the scroll, Yang Fan slowly walked on the cross-street of Shang Shan Square. When he was about to reach the end of the street and leave Shang Shan Square, he heard a burst of people shouting and horses neighing behind him, as well as the screams of passersby.
Yang Fan turned his head and saw an ox cart madly driving over. Originally, the ox cart was traveling in an easy and steady manner. But at this moment, the two fat oxen seemed to have gone crazy and suddenly ran wildly. Their speed was unexpectedly not inferior to that of the fine horses. On the road, many passersby hurriedly gave way. There were also some adults who rushed to the street and picked up their children who were playing and fled to the side of the road.
Everywhere the ox cart passed, there was a wave of curses.
Astonished, Yang Fan looked over and saw a middle-aged man wearing a scholar's robe sitting at the front of the cart. The whip in his hand whistled through the air, causing the two fat oxen to scatter their hooves and run for their lives. At this time, the ox cart rumbled as it approached. When Yang Fan saw the person sitting at the front of the cart, he couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
"Isn't this the internal guard's lieutenant general, Wu Youji? Why is he personally driving the cart, he is … "
Yang Fan saw Wu Youji's face was twisted and his eyes were filled with hot tears. As the ox cart passed, tears scattered all over the road. He couldn't help but be shocked. What could make a man, and a man of high status and authority, cry like this? One had to know that even the Li royal family had to tuck their tails between their legs. The most arrogant ones were the Wu Family.
Wu Youji was like a madman. The whip in his hand ruthlessly lashed out again and again, venting all his anger and hatred on the two strong oxen that were pulling the cart. He rushed up the street with a roar.
He was the nephew of the current dynasty's Empress Wu. He was the lieutenant general of the Right Guard, but he could only watch as his wife was poisoned to death. He had to abandon his own son just to marry that damned princess!
But … what could he do?
He couldn't avenge his wife's murder, and he had to abandon his own son!
He hated, he hated Empress Wu, he hated Taiping, he hated Wu Sansi, and he hated his own cowardice!
As the ox cart rushed up the street, Wu Youji cried out in grief and indignation, "Ah ~!"
…
"Ah Lang, why didn't we tell the Langjuns to come and pick you up?"
At the end of the street, Di Renjie rode on a grey donkey. On his left and right were the dark skinny Shu Asheng and the pretty maid Chan Juan. In front of them was a man holding the reins of the donkey.
Di Renjie smiled and said, "Why would I tell them? Hey! This old man wants to give them a sneak attack. Let's see what these good-for-nothings are doing at home. "
Chan Juan curled her lips and muttered, "Disrespectful old man!"
Di Renjie glanced at her and pretended not to hear.
At this moment, Wu Youji drove the crazy ox cart and rushed over. Shu Asheng was shocked and rushed over, saying, "Stop, stop! Why are you running in the middle of the street? Ouch!"
The ox cart did not stop at all and continued to charge straight ahead. Shu Asheng was shocked and jumped to the side, hastily avoiding the front of the cart. He was hit by the shaft and fell into the crowd.
Chan Juan screamed, "Ah Lang!"
Seeing the ox cart turn into a rumbling war chariot, the young girl was afraid. With her delicate body, how could she fight against the bull? She quickly jumped to the side.
Di Renjie, who was sitting on the back of the donkey, wanted to jump but it was too late. He anxiously shouted, "Driver, get out of the way!"
The driver was really obedient. He let go of the reins and ran away. Di Renjie stared blankly and quickly shouted, "Me! Me too! I'm here!"
Fortunately, the donkey was also afraid of the crazy ox and hurriedly scurried to the side. In the end, it didn't completely get out of the way. When the ox saw something blocking its way, it subconsciously lowered its head and used its horn to prick the donkey's thigh. Blood gushed out.
The donkey howled twice in pain and dashed towards the Shang Shan Lane.
Yang Fan watched as the ox-cart crashed into the entrance of the workshop, leaving a mess behind. Just as he was about to take another step, another crazy donkey dashed towards him. There was a fat old man on the donkey's back. He was thrown up and down like a rag in the wind, but he still stubbornly held on to the donkey's neck and refused to fall.
The ground was made of limestone. If the fat old man really fell down, his head might become a rotten watermelon. It was extremely dangerous. Yang Fan was shocked when he saw this. He didn't have time to think. He threw the scroll to the side of the road, and with a vigorous step, he pounced forward.
"Whoa!"
Yang Fan rushed forward and reached the donkey's head. He suddenly leaned to the side, stretched out his arms, and grabbed the donkey's neck. He used the "Thousand Catty Drop" and firmly held on to the ground. The donkey continued to run wildly. Yang Fan tightly held on to the donkey's neck. The muscles on his arms were tight and the veins on his forehead were bulging.
The donkey dragged them forward for more than ten steps before it slowed down. It was only a dozen steps, but Yang Fan's boots were stretched so far that his big toes were exposed. When Di Renjie saw the donkey's speed slowing down, he pushed the donkey's back with both hands and rolled to the ground. He didn't dare to blindly wait for someone to save him. If this strong man couldn't rein in the crazy donkey, wouldn't his only chance to save his life be gone?
Di Renjie landed safely on the ground. However, he was old after all. When he rolled down from the donkey's back, he didn't fall flat on the ground. His right foot hit the ground first, and Di Renjie cried out in pain. His forehead was sweating from the pain.
The donkey that was in pain was reined in by Yang Fan. Finally, it slowed down and chased after them from afar. It cried as it chased, "My donkey, my donkey ah …"
When he got closer, he saw that someone had helped him rein in the crazy donkey. He couldn't help but laugh. When he looked closely, he saw that there was a big cut on the donkey's buttocks. Blood dyed the donkey red. He couldn't help but cry again, "My donkey, my donkey …"
Di Renjie was furious. He glared at him and said, "You only know about your donkey. I'm your guest. You didn't even ask me. Are you saying that I'm not as good as a donkey?"
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