Chapter 35: Learning of your grandfather's death leads to a backlash

Mr. Wei jie's eyes are so eager, but the fingertips are trembling, so that Le Lin also felt his nerves.

He really has feelings for his grandfather, doesn't he? Of young destroyed, only Wang Hun took him and his second brother Wei Zao.

Such a kind old man, he regarded as a treasure of the old man, I am afraid is the light in his life, so that his life will not be dark.

But Wang Hun so care and care wei Jie.

Le Lin was a little touched by this feeling, and even spoke slowly and gently. "Wei Childe, although this root is the best medicine for your grandfather, it is too thick. As we all know, herbs need to be dried. This root grows in the south, July is the most rainy season, nature is not very good sun. And this root has a disease called white silk disease, which is actually mycosis."

Le Lin paused and watched Mr. Wei jie's hand tremble as he put a clenched fist under his sleeve, looking at her and listening attentively.

"And if this root is not cooked for a long time, it will lead to mold into the medicine soup. Your grandfather took the medicine soup with mold for a long time, and naturally had the chance to catch the fungus infection. I'm afraid he died of a lung infection caused by mold." Lolin said slowly, "Therefore, he should have died before, chest tightness, pig-liver color, but in fact, he was suffocated."

"So... Someone put mold in my grandfather's medicine? But my grandfather's medicine is boiled for four hours, how can it?" Mr. Wei jie couldn't figure this out.

Lelin picked up the ginseng in the medicine residue and cut open the other one with a gold hairpin. There was no white silk inside.

"Wei childe, please look, this is the appearance of the root that boiled for four hours, and this is the appearance of the root that was thrown into the pot before boiling." Le Lin pointed to the two roots and said slowly.

"So, someone deliberately threw the uncooked ginseng with mold into the potion while it was being poured out, and then let my grandfather drink it?" Mr. Wei jie was immediately impressed.

"It should be. At first MY concubine had not thought of it like this, but when I saw the prescription, I found it was a little too much. It is not fatal, but it is too much, and just enough..." Le Lin paused and looked at Mr. Wei Jie.

"What was really fatal about my grandfather? Mr. Wei jie breathed deeply and clenched his fist tighter and tighter, "Jie Girl, thank you so much."

Mr. Wei jie wanted to stand up, but he had been awake all night, and felt anxious. His mind was in a trance for a moment, and he staggered a few steps and fell to the ground.

He bit his teeth, some embarrassed of say: "next, make a fool of yourself."

Struggling, want to prop up the body, trembling hands after all is already soft, he did not stand up, then fell to the ground again.

At this moment, he was finally unable to hold back and full of grievances, tears fell out, "Musician girl, I am afraid I can not walk out of the boudoir half a step, please allow... Allow me to... Sit down a moment..."

Tears welled up on his face. He couldn't stand it any longer. He curled up with his knees.

The great gnarled hand lay over his rosy lips, and he dared not weep aloud.

There were more and more tears, and he sobbed, and even coughed a little because he could not breathe.

But there was nothing too loud, and he sat on the ground, clutching his knees, sobbing in a low, repressed voice.

This moment Le Lin found that Wei Jie is so emang, yingying a grasp of the waist like a woman.

That not too generous shoulder, a shake, as if the day has collapsed, he hit a unprepared.

The original man will cry like this, afraid is hurt to the extreme, will have such a bosom.

She did not know how to comfort him, but squatted on the spot and looked him in the eye.

He kept his face shut.

Slowly, he bit his lip. It trembled beneath his teeth and tears poured into his mouth.

Piece by piece, inch by inch, the lips slip slowly, all teeth marks.

Burned heart inch inch, again inch inch colic, or fire, or water, water and fire alternately, so that he could not help trembling body.

In the midst of an emotional breakdown, he found it difficult to say anything grand with manly courtesy.

He wanted to find a hut and cry.

But he could not bear it. His heart was like a knife.

His grandfather, who had been such a good man, was the most tolerant man in the world.

His grandfather taught him how to read and write, and even for his birthday, he took a bus overnight to order his zi Hao fine pen.

How lucky he was to have someone like my grandfather take care of him all his life.

How painful is this life, and the ancestors of Yin and Yang apart?

Mr. Wei Jie, who had cried so long that his voice was a little hoarse, got up from the ground and poured himself a glass of water.

But his hands were so weak that he could not even pour the water out, and his tears gushed again in frustration.

Lelin's eyes also moistened. She poured him a cup of tea and put it in front of him.

He took a deep breath, and though his hands trembled violently, he held the cup with both hands, but the water came to his lips.

Wet his throat, Wei Jie regained her composure and jie stared at Lelin with rabbit-like eyes and frown, still trying to save his face. "Le Jie girl, what happened today was just an accident, and you may as well forget it."

He did not dare to look at her, shook his hands, snuffled his nose, silently gathered the residue from the table, and disappeared into the night.

Le Lin looked out of the window, looking at the bright moon, the original clouds invade the moon, is so intoxicating, he is just a boy.

As soon as Wei Jie returned to the imperial Residence, he found servants exactly searching for servants and maidservants to serve the kao Wang Hun.

For a moment the whole court was in uproar, and there were already three bodies in the front yard, two men and a woman. The woman was wet, one of her shoes had fallen off, and there was moss on her head, as if she had jumped into a well.

But to find out the cause of our grandfather's death, the Jia family did it so soon?

Mr. Wei jie narrowed his eyes and saw Wang Yu jie who rushed to the jie and gripped the arm of Mr. Wei jie. "Cousin, can you find the exactly why your grandfather died?"

"Well." Jie Wei cold face, nodded, this revenge, he must be reported.

"In that case, hurry with me to see Ah Pa." "Wang Yu said, and led Wei Jie into the hall. Mr. Wang Jie was exactly frowning and eyes full of homicide intensity.

"Shubao, can you ask why?" Jie Wang saw Wei Jie enter the hall, eyes released a spirit of distress, "what is the reason?"

"It's the white silk disease of the black ginseng. It's mold. My grandfather died because of mold infection." Mr. Wei jie bloodshot eyes with resentment, "I am afraid someone jie deliberately designed."

"Is that so? Someone stretched out their hands so long? Very well, very well... Fine..." Wang Ji clenched his fist and looked outside the court at the dead bodies. "I'm afraid these servants and maidservants who committed suicide for fear of guilt are also a great gift to the Wang family. So fast, to let me eye-opener, I do not know Uncle Bao, can have a plan?"

"Uncle, the royal family is in the middle of a storm at the moment. But if the curve is, even nibbling will win." Mr. Wei jie's words forced Mr. Wang to speculate.

"Are you going to do it, cousin?" Wang Yu tense up, he is not optimistic about the wei home revenge without power now, also do not agree with father hasty with jia after a direct showdown.

"Begin? Since ancient times, who does not feed the servants? Where did the concierge come from? In addition to power and wealth, it is well known that Wang Kai and Shi Chong fought against each other. If it is known that my uncle also fought against Wang Kai and beat Shi Chong, what would be the problem?" Mr. Wei jie's words set Wang Jie thinking.

"Public... Money..." Wang Yu hit suck tongue, "if we set up private shogunate, afraid is jia hind must blame. This..."

"Although the great Jin dynasty did not allow the family to set up a private shogunate, but uncle was in hospital, is also a general hussar, looking for staff and advisers, what is wrong?" Wang Ji's face improved when Wei Jie said, "If my uncle can beat Wang Kai and Shi Chong with financial resources, they will certainly come together. With personnel hired, they will have power. At that time, we have the pen in our hands. Even if Queen Jia changes her mind, she will weigh whether the qing Shi who took the criticism against the pen will be spared."

"But..." Wang Yu wanted to say something, but Was interrupted by Wang Ji.

"All right, Schuncle's got a point." Mr. Wang agreed to Mr. Wei's words: 'As everyone knows, I love horses and cattle jie. My eight hundred li refute, that Wang Kai has been wanting, might as well use it as a spear. Do you know how to do it, Uncle?"

"Yes, Uncle, of course Uncle knows." Mr. Wei jie nodded.

Wang Kai paid a lot of money to buy a cow, but Wang Ji refused to let him.

Wang Kai was the great-uncle of the late Emperor Sima Yan. Because of the wind of luxury, he did not care about the affairs of the world, so he seldom communicated with dignitaries in the court.

But Mr. Wei Jie was Wang Kai's favorite distinguished personage. As he came in person with a creditable invitation from Wang Ji, he naturally received the distinguished guests' honors.

Seated in wang Kai's renowned ding Garden, Wei Jie, holding a teacup with one hand, waited for wang Kai's response.

"Shubao, your uncle Wangji wants to share a cart with me? Am I right?" Wang Kai was obviously not convinced.

"It was my uncle's own words, and his own writing, that could not be mistaken." Mr. Wei jie put down his teacup and nodded.

"But my grandson - in - law really does not want to play with the old husband, why play this game?" Wang Kai frowned. "Besides, he has been dutiful for three years. How can he not be dutiful and play around with his husband instead?"

"Lord Wang, uncle organized this event, actually hope that you can personally hold the coffin to see off your grandfather." Mr. Wei jie felt slightly apologetic and said, "Although Mr. Wang and uncle jie are good friends, but ultimately so identity, can only invite you to play."

"So..." Wang Kai lowered her eyes. "I'm afraid he's not in the bar."

"Wang da knows his heart is clear and he cannot be deceived. Around that day, uncle will invite Shi Chong, carpool together. Lord Wang and Lord Shi are old friends, and it would be a great honor for the Wang family if they both attended their grandfather's funeral at the same time. But this play each other win or lose, must be willing to bet. At that time, who will win or lose, I am afraid the old things, the comparison of the past, will tell."

"Oh? Did Wang Ji invite Shi Chong to come?" Wang Kai's interest grew, and this seemed to give him a chance to avenge his humiliation.

"So it is." Mr. Wei jie said slowly.

"So, the old man is naturally involved." Wang Kai laughed.

"Shubao is very grateful to Lord Wang for his participation, so he is waiting for His presence. Shubao still needs to send stickers, so I won't bother you much."

As Mr. Wei jie had jie in the Jengu Garden that day, Shi Chong naturally felt displeased, so he had to wait a long time in his study in the Jengu Garden.

Wei Jie did not see how angry, just looked at the painting and calligraphy in Shi Chong's study slowly.

"Shubao, sorry, old husband many matters, come slowly." A sorry, but not necessarily mixed with how much sincerity.