A poor son 59

The next day, before Lin Yutong had time to ask the Fourth Master if he had thought about it, she was interrupted by the hurried footsteps. 135%7924*681o

"Master..." Wu Chunlai came in and gasped, asking Lin Yutong to question whether the inner courtyard and the outer courtyard were a little too far apart.

She signaled Cherry to pour Wu Chun a cup of tea, and then said, "No hurry, the sky falls, I'm going to be there! What's the hurry?"

The Fourth Master broke the steamed buns in his hand and put them in the beef sauce made by Lin Yutong by himself. Then he looked at Lin Yutong helplessly, turned his face and said to Wu Chunlai, "Yes, don't hurry. Tell me slowly."

Wu Chunlai drank the boiled water and quickly said, "Madam, a team of funerals came to the door. He took a sip of the coffin outside our mansion..."

Just after this year, someone came with a coffin. What are you trying to do?

Looking for bad luck!

I gave the dragon throne yesterday and the coffin today. What is this?

Lin Yutong's face changed in anger, but the Fourth Master's face did not change at all. Instead, while eating, he asked Wu Chunlai, "Did you tell me who are they?"

Wu Chunlai whispered: "It is said that it was the imperial envoy. The one lying in the coffin was Mr. Fan Dongzhe, the Minister of Revenue..."

Lin Yutong was a little confused, and even the Fourth Master couldn't help but look at Wu Chunlai. What does this mean?

The imperial envoy sent an imperial envoy, but the imperial envoy was lying in the coffin.

"Die?" Lin Yutong asked in surprise. But what does this death have to do with her family? She can't pull the coffin to her door.

Wu Chunlai was stunned and said with a sad face: "Madam, this is the only thing he is terrible when he is lying in the coffin."

Lin Yutong was confused when she heard this, but the Fourth Master understood a little.

"Okay, let's go and have a look first." The Fourth Master said, and then got up.

The two of them went straight to the gate. He was a real imperial envoy. He could not ask him to come in, right?

When he arrived at the door, Fang Changqing was already there. He is now officially taking on the job of a Mr. Aide.

There was a carriage at the door, followed by five strong young men, dressed in zipper clothes and a mourning belt on their heads. On the other side, a man with two beards was talking to Fang Changqing.

There was a black painted coffin on the carriage, and a gap appeared at one end of the coffin. Obviously, there was someone inside.

Fang Changqing said almost the same thing to the bearded man before turning to the Fourth Master and whispered to the report: "... The Emperor has added the Marquis to the Duke of Zhenguo..."

The Fourth Master smiled and couldn't help but look at Lin Yutong, as if saying, this is what you guessed to rely on.

Lin Yutong couldn't help but curl her lips and whispered: "The title is generous, there is nothing real." She looked at Fang Changqing, "What else have you rewarded? Gold, silver, jewelry, and soldiers?"

Fang Changqing touched his nose and said again: "I have received two jars of imperial wine, an octagonal official hat, a gold book and a gold seal." He pointed to the coffin, and the mourning people wearing hemp and mourning clothes, and explained, "The emperor asked Lord Fan to be the imperial envoy, but Lord Fan beat all the ceremonial guards prepared by the Ministry of Rites back."

Lin Yutong nodded. Those colorful things were so attractive. There were refugees along the way. When they saw them, they couldn't think they had caught the fat sheep.

"Not only did he not set up a ceremonial guard, he also beat all the original guards, leaving only a few strong men, prepared a coffin, and went on the road like this..."

Lin Yutong smiled and said, "This is right. How can there be so many funerals? This way, it won't be a fool. No one robs people of the death penalty..."

Fang Changqing also said with some admiration: "The things I gave were put into the coffin. Originally, this could have arrived safely. Who knew that there was a cold wind on the way and Lord Fan fell ill. In order to hurry up, they placed Lord Fan in the coffin..." He pointed to the beard beside the carriage, "That is the deputy envoy of the imperial envoy, Lord Liu of the Ministry of Rites."

The Fourth Master went down the steps and walked down.

As soon as he arrived at the coffin, he stretched out a hand from the coffin. Then he pushed the coffin board with his hand and sat up. His face was pale and obviously he was very sick.

He looked very troubled, "I told the Marquis to laugh."

The Fourth Master went over in person and supported Fan Dongzhe, "Why did Lord Fan say this? It is not easy for you to come to Beijing safely in a chaotic world."

As he said that, he called out a word, Li Jian and Wu Chun came forward and took Fan Dongzhe out of the coffin.

"Take it back to the mansion and ask for a doctor." The Fourth Master gave an order and went inside.

Lin Yutong whispered to Fang Changqing: "These people are placed in the inn, and tomorrow I will tell them that Lord Fan has passed away. Beat them back to Jinling."

Fang Changqing was stunned, "Madam..." Could it be that he wanted to kill Fan Dongzhe? It shouldn't be! Then, his thoughts flashed. She didn't want to kill Fan Dongzhe, but wanted to keep him. Anyway, she was sick and very sick, so she could not even be able to stay if she didn't want to stay. In this way, Fan Dongzhe's family would be very safe in Jinling.

But this method is too rogue.

"That's it." Lin Yutong glanced at Fang Changqing, without any doubt.

Fan Dongzhe is indeed very sick. This disease is not wind-cold, but typhoid fever. If it is two days later, it will be really bad.

Lin Yutong looked at the prescription prescribed by the doctor and secretly added and reduced the medicinal materials. This is what Wu Chunlai said, "I asked someone to serve you and decoct the medicine, and there must be no mistakes."

He looked up and saw the Fourth Master fiddling with the official hat in his hand again, and then threw it out casually, "I don't have much sincerity to use an empty title to restrain people."

Just as Lin Yutong was about to speak, Fang Changqing walked in.

"Have you settled?" asked the Fourth Master.

Fang Changqing nodded, "There has been resettled." He glanced at Lin Yutong before saying to the Fourth Master, "I have also arranged a doctor to hand out the news that Lord Fan is in poor health."

The Fourth Master looked at Lin Yutong and said, "As the wife said."

Fan Dongzhe, he heard Mr. Lu Heng and Mr. Lu mention it. His appointment as Minister of Revenue was the result of Mr. Lu. "This person has no doubt about his abilities and is flexible in dealing with things. He is not a pedantic person. Naturally, such a capable person cannot be missed if he sees it..."

When the imperial envoy left the capital, Fan Dongzhe's illness really got better. He heard that he was "deathed" and almost got angry.

I made a coffin myself, and now I'm ready, and I've really put myself in it.

Lin Yutong personally brought the medicine bowl and took it over, "Sir, it's my fault for all the mistakes. I'll apologize to you first."

Fan Dongzhe stared at Lin Yutong, his chest fluttering. Is this matter easy to get over if he makes a mistake?

The Fourth Master said, "My inner personality is naughty, so I will blame me if you want to blame me. However, it is my intention to stay. Nowadays, being an imperial envoy is not a glorious thing. I believe that Mr. knows the risks in this situation better than me. But why do so many ministers in the court send you a member of the great men? It is really that the title of my Duke is so important. If it is really so important, it is the Minister of Rites who personally announce the imperial edict, not you, the Minister of Revenue, right?"

Fan Dongzhe choked, of course this was correct. No one knew better than himself how he was excluded.

"I heard that the sir's niece is the concubine of King Zheng?" Lin Yutong suddenly asked.

Fan Dongzhe's face looked even more ugly, which really made people feel unspeakable.

The concubine of King Zheng was nominally his niece. But his sister died of illness less than half a year after she got married. This concubine was the eldest daughter of his brother-in-law. She was the concubine of King Zheng before, but later, in order to win over him, the King of Zheng promoted the concubine as a concubine. His brother-in-law immediately recorded the eldest daughter in his sister's name. Now, in terms of etiquette, he really became his niece.

It is very common for nobles from aristocratic families to be incompatible with each other. He just laughed it off. Isn’t it a joke to choose a position for this relationship? Not to mention a fake niece who is not related by blood, even a daughter, they have to consider it again and again in the face of major events.

If this is the case under normal conditions, it would be impossible to resist Zheng Wang suddenly turned against him.

The emperor was suspicious, and he would rather kill such a thing than let go. If his position was not really important and could not be handled casually, I was afraid that the emperor would be angry and might not be able to do so.

It doesn't work openly, but isn't it coming soon? I have always looked down on eunuchs like Feng Hai. So, when I encounter such a chore, I am pushed out.

Bandits were raging, bandits were in trouble, and disaster victims rebelled. In addition, the sky was cold and the earth was running for days, so they were sick on the road. If it weren't for knowing the attitude of the superiors, how could the people below dare to be so perfunctory to themselves, not delaying medical treatment and asking for medicine, but put themselves in the coffin and hurrying on their way. This was the slowness of their death.

Seeing the look of grief and anger on his face, the Fourth Master said, "Sir stayed is just a fake death. If you really want to go back, you will be really dead. Don't worry, I will send someone to take his family back to the capital to reunite. In the past, Mr. Wang was still in the capital's house, and the old servants who stayed in the house were all safe. Mr. Wang wanted to go back and have a look. He just went there again at night and hid some people."

Fan Dongzhe looked at the Fourth Master with a complicated expression, then closed his eyes and murmured: "Loyal and abandon! Loyal and abandon..."

Lin Yutong then slowly withdrew with a smile on her lips.

When he saw Wu Chunlai coming with a food box, Lin Yutong took it with him, "Give it to me, I'll send it in in person."

Just as I was about to lift the curtain, I heard the Fourth Master ask Fan Dongzhe: "What are you most afraid of?"

Lin Yutong heard Fan Dongzhe’s low voice, “After this incident, the most feared thing is death.”

She was a little funny and raised the curtain and went in.

The Fourth Master was not disturbed at all and asked with a smile: "What does that sir love the most?"

Lin Yutong held the food out and listened with her ears. Why did she feel like the Fourth Master is doing a psychological test? Is this a new skill he got?

He heard Mr. Fan cough and said, "Of course I love money the most. In the next Minister of Revenue, I am worried about money all day long. Why don't I love money?"

Fear of death and love money!

This is really a real person!
Chapter completed!