Chapter 1251

After receiving the news that Wei CI came to mourn instead of Jiang Pengji, the Liu clan was in a mixed mood.

They knew that Jiang Pengji's separation and independence not only slapped Liu's face, but also made them become the laughing stock of people all over the world. They wanted to straighten their spine and let her messengers roll out. At the same time, they secretly rejoiced that she had not forgotten her clan. When her grandmother died, they also knew to send people to mourn.

As Liu Yu said earlier, I am a fish for a knife.

The law of survival in troubled times is fist. People with hard fist have the confidence to speak.

Without a strong support, the gentry and princes will sooner or later be fat fish to be slaughtered on the chopping board.

Liu's people have seen too many things with red top and white these days. The formerly bustling courtyard is now deserted. The great contrast makes many people feel uncomfortable. It is precisely because of this that they are also deeply aware of the importance of power and fist.

Mingming hates Wei CI in his heart and still has to smile on his face for fear of angering each other.

Wei CI didn't care about these people with different thoughts. After meeting Liu Heng, he seriously perfumed Lao Feng Jun.

Liu Heng doesn't know Wei CI. He doesn't know his temperament. He can only choose topics carefully and secretly test Jiang Pengji's attitude.

Wei CI frowned slightly and looked sad. He actually told him, "my Lord was deeply grieved when he heard that Lao Feng Jun died. He was greatly hit and accidentally caused an old disease. Now he is still too ill to get up. It is because she refused to come to mourn with her own life. It is really a lack of spare strength."

what?

Is your cousin ill?

Liu Heng subconsciously questioned. When he realized that his emotional leakage would cause Wei Ci's displeasure, he quickly spoke to remedy it.

"Orchid Pavilion male body has always been healthy, how can it cause old diseases and never get up?"

Wei CI seemed not to see Liu Heng's doubt, and said sadly, "My Lord is stubborn and likes to do everything by himself. In previous wars, my Lord took the lead. Although there is no fear of life, minor injuries and illnesses are inevitable. She refused to rest and buried hidden dangers over time. Before CI left, my Lord was still in a coma, and the doctor said it would take at least three days to wake up."

Jiang Pengji is a playwright, and Wei CI is as good as him.

When he talked about it, he thought of the days when his Majesty was seriously ill in his previous life, so he looked particularly dignified and worried.

Liu Heng's heart clicked and immediately believed most of them.

He asked, "is there a big problem with Mr. Lanting's body?"

I hope I'm not seriously ill.

Wei CI sighed, "the doctor told us not to rush around or worry about work. We can cultivate ourselves in March and may."

March and may?

Liu Heng felt his heart was cold.

In March and may, it was already a very serious illness.

The two stood aside and talked, but the mourning hall was a quiet place. Although there were filial sons and grandchildren crying, the crying was not uninterrupted at twelve o'clock a day. Generally, several shifts were implemented, and there was still a break in the middle, so their dialogue was listened to by those who wanted to listen. The Liu clan knelt down on the futon and recited the Scriptures, while stretching their ears, trying to hear more news.

After listening, everyone was frightened.

Liu Xi fell ill?

Looks seriously ill?

It's a lie!

On second thought, she was crazy to pretend to be ill and escape from the funeral. She was not afraid of people from the bottom of the world poking her back?

Wei CI asked, "why haven't you seen uncle Liu just now?"

Liu is still the housekeeper of Liu Zhen, so Wei CI calls him "uncle Liu" by his peers. If Liu Heng is in charge of the family, his name will be different.

Referring to his father, Liu Chen's expression became low.

He said, "my father worked hard for my grandmother's funeral. He fell ill a few days ago. At present, he can only use medicine."

Wei CI sighed, "... In troubled times, if you survive these days, you will always turn the corner..."

Liu Heng nodded, hoping that Wei Ci's blessing would come true.

Wei CI came here on behalf of Jiang Pengji. He didn't just put on the incense. He had to do everything Jiang Pengji had to do.

Liu Heng was very grateful to him.

Although Wei Ci's appearance is too prosperous, it seems that he is not very reliable. In fact, his ability is excellent.

With his help, Liu Heng felt that the burden on his shoulder was more than half light, and finally he could catch his breath.

At the same time, the lurking eyes and ears spread the news to Huang song, who, like Liu Heng, chose to question.

Jiang Pengji impressed him so deeply that he was stronger and more energetic than a wild bear. How could he easily fall ill?

It feels like a mountain that has stood for thousands of years. It's cold and suddenly collapses. Outsiders naturally can't accept it.

Before long, a secret letter reached him.

The messenger and Wei CI arrived in Hejian county with their feet back and forth. The content of the secret letter came from a detailed work placed in Jiang Pengji's army.

When he opened it, Huang song's expression suddenly became complicated.

"Lanting... Really ill? So seriously ill?"

According to the news from the detailed work, after Jiang Pengji was seriously ill, the military camp was really turbulent for a while. The stove for cooking medicine did not stop. Different famous doctors were often invited to see Jiang Pengji. The artist was delicate and suspicious. He couldn't get in touch with Jiang Pengji, but he tried every means to take away some drug residues, and privately sent someone to contact the doctor's relatives who had seen Jiang Pengji sick.

Not every doctor will be tight lipped about the patient's situation, let alone the princes who are related to the whole world war situation?

According to the information collected, these doctors did encounter problems. They were worried all day and frowned deeply.

Of course——

It's not that these doctors are good at acting, it's just that the patient they take pulse is really a terminally ill woman.

Jiang Pengji is cautious by nature. If she plays, she will do the whole set. She will not let go of any detail.

The fine work sent by Huang song is of high quality. However, the devil is a foot high and the road is a foot high. Who can not plant her?

"Come on, find out what these drug residues cure -"

Huang song felt a little shaken, but his suspicious character didn't completely believe it.

He divided the drug residue into several small parts and secretly asked several different doctors to test it. Everyone's diagnosis was similar.

Hearing this, Huang song sat for a long time and stayed from afternoon to evening.

Don't say it's him. Anyone would react like this.

Jiang Pengji's pressure on Huang song's mountain has made him feel full of urgency for many years, so he had to work hard and cautious.

Seeing that he was going to raise his knife against each other, he was killing himself. The mountain that had been pressing him out of breath was going to fall?

Tease him!

Seeing him like this, Mrs. Qi couldn't help asking with concern, "Lang Jun, what happened?"

Huang song took a deep breath and showed an expression that he didn't know how to describe.

"Madam, Lanting, she seems... Very ill..."

Mrs. Qi secretly rolled her eyes. "Do you believe that?"

Huang song nodded, "I believe it!"

Mrs. Qi knew how suspicious her husband was. He believed in everything. It must be seven or eight.

"What's going on?" Mrs. Qi looked surprised and said, "Mr. Lang, why don't you invite some gentlemen over to talk?"

Huang song clapped his forehead.

"Thank you, madam. I was frightened and forgot some gentlemen -"