Cheng Cheng's condition was far more serious than the letter stated, and at one point his consciousness was chaotic.
Famous Langzhong in Maruzhou invited them to see them, some prescribing prescriptions under consideration, while others vaguely told their families to prepare themselves psychologically.
Mrs. Cheng refused to accept the reality, and changed from her depression to tears, and turned to inquire if there was a better doctor.
The results were disappointing.
The Cheng residence was cloudy, and Cheng Yuan was hit hard. He had to organize the funeral of his eldest brother Cheng Xun, as well as take care of his seriously ill father and exhausted mother. It didn't take long for his complexion to become much haggard, and his entire body was thinned twice.
Cheng Yuan regretted it more than once. If he had sent someone to take Cheng Xun early and didn't give him a chance to commit suicide by hitting a wall, he might not have died.
However, he also knew in his heart that Cheng Xun already had the will to die, how could it be so easy to stop him
"Erlang-kun, someone handed me a greeting card."
Cheng Yuan took a deep breath, trying to dispel the sleepless night's tiredness, he stretched out his hand to take those few salutations.
He glanced at the content and signature of the post, and cheered up.
"Hurry up and lead Mr. Yuanjing and Mr. Feng to the side hall. I will clean it up and go there. Don't neglect the distinguished guests."
Cheng Cheng, Fengren and Yuanjing are colleagues, and they have good personal friendships. Cheng Cheng is seriously ill at this time, and the other two naturally want to visit the palace.
Cheng Yuan cheered up to receive the two of them. Feng Ren asked Cheng Cheng's current condition. Mr. Yuan Jing frowned all the time, thinking about something.
"My father vomited several times last night, and the high fever persisted. The boss tried various methods, but it still didn't work. Instead, the condition became worse." Cheng Yuan thought of his father lying in a coma in the hospital bed, his eyes suddenly turned red, and the other party was sick. When he was in a coma, he still murmured "Da Lang". It can be seen that the death of the eldest brother Cheng Xun has brought a big blow to his father. Cheng Yuan doesn't even dare to sleep for a while now, for fear that Cheng Cheng will just disappear, "... Thank you. If the father is awake, the younger generation will send a servant to inform the two of you as soon as possible.”
Feng Ren sighed, thinking of Cheng Cheng's dream a long time ago.
Cheng Xun's death was foreshadowed!
Thinking about Feng Jue and Feng Jin below his knees, Feng Ren couldn't help but feel the same worry.
Feng Ren was about to speak when Mr. Yuanjing on the side said, "I take the liberty to ask, does Gong Liao know the eight characters of Wen Fu's birthday?"
Cheng Yuan was startled and shook his head suspiciously.
"I don't know, what do you need your father to do?"
Different from other times in ancient times, people attached great importance to the birth date.
Every time a baby is born, parents will write down the eight characters and lock the box prepared in advance.
Because the yang qi of the newly born child is weak, it is easy to provoke evil things. Locking the eight characters is locking the child's "life".
Parents don't open the box until the child reaches the age of engagement.
Under normal circumstances, only a few very close relatives know the birth date.
Cheng Yuan was not included as a son.
Mr. Yuanjing said, "Wen Fu's condition is menacing this time, the old man is worried about whether it is evil or not—"
People at that time were still very superstitious. As a capable old man, Mr. Yuanjing naturally had no doubts about his words.
Cheng Yuan told his mother about it, and Mrs. Cheng seemed to have grabbed the last straw and hurriedly wrote the characters of her husband Cheng Cheng.
When Mr. Yuanjing got the eight characters of Cheng Cheng, he frowned at a rough glance, and when he calculated it carefully, his brows were so tight that the mosquitoes were caught.
Mrs. Cheng asked anxiously, "Sir, what's wrong with your husband? Could it be that there is something wrong with you?"
Mr. Yuanjing pondered for a while, and then said, "It's not a blessing for Sai Weng to lose his horse. Madam Cheng rest assured, Wen Fu's serious illness is a good omen."
Madam Cheng was taken aback.
The eldest son committed suicide by hitting the wall, and the life of the husband hangs by a thread—
Is such a tragic situation a good omen
Her face changed, and Mr. Yuanjing hurriedly made amends.
"Mrs. Cheng, this old man will tell the truth. Wen Fu's eight characters are extremely dangerous." Mr. Yuanjing said, "It is calculated according to the number of fates that a person loses two sons and a daughter in a row in middle age, and after a few years of hardship, it will be even worse. Wife bereaved one after another. This is the destiny set by God, and it is extremely difficult to change the body of the fetus. Wen Fu is now seriously ill, precisely because his destiny has been changed by external forces, and the original dangerous fate has turned into good luck. Such a big change, every My body can't bear it, so I'm going to get sick for a while. Wen Fu's condition should improve at midnight, and he will wake up at dawn."
Seeing that Mr. Yuanjing said so confidently, Mrs. Cheng's worries were also lessened.
"So, will your husband turn the corner?"
Mr. Yuanjing nodded, "Naturally."
Mrs. Cheng said, "The slave family is not a member of the Xuanmen. I don't know the fate, but I also know that the fate is hard to change..."
Mr. Yuanjing said, "Destiny is hard to change, but people with great luck are not among them. Those who follow the destiny will have their own preferential treatment."
With Mr. Yuanjing's assurance, Mrs. Cheng felt much more at ease.
Feng Ren looked strange and asked privately, "Is what Mr. said true?"
Whether outsiders believe it or not, Fengren does not believe it.
Yuan Jing's words were very suspicious, not like a fortune-telling god, but like a mindless sailor hired by Jiang Pengji at a high price.
What is "those who conform to the destiny, have their own preferential treatment"
From a political point of view, doesn't it imply that the destiny is on Jiang Pengji's side
Going against her is against the number of days
The emperors in history were also urinal and liked to touch porcelain gods. There were always visions before and after birth, as if there were no visions, they were not the emperors appointed by the heavens. For example, the crops in the hometown have one stalk and nine ears, the house is bright red the night before birth, and the mother dreams of hugging the sun when she is pregnant—this kind of content with a mythological color, in-depth analysis is just political propaganda and ignorance of the people.
Mr. Yuanjing laughed and said, "Of course it's true."
To be honest, he said it, it's none of his business whether others believe it or not.
Not to mention that others do not believe it, Mr. Yuanjing himself does not want to believe it.
Changing destiny is not a good thing!
Cheng Cheng's fate can be changed by external forces, and the real Son of Heaven may also be changed.
Feng Ren frowned, and the balance in his heart gradually tilted.
"Gai Ming'er will send you two sets of eight characters, can you test it, sir? No need to go into too much detail—"
Seeing the ending of the brothers Cheng Xun and Cheng Yuan, Feng Ren was also worried about his two bear sons.
Mr. Yuanjing said, "No need to send it."
Feng Ren blurted out, "Why?"
Mr. Yuanjing said in a statement tone, "Xiande wants to tell fortune-telling for Lord Erlang and Lord Saburo?"
Feng Ren said, "The white-haired person sends the black-haired person, which parent in the world would like to see this situation?"
"Jun Sanlang is supposed to be rich and noble, but he has a fortuitous encounter. Erlang Jun is different, his career is bumpy and unsatisfactory." Mr. Yuanjing said, "However, their fate has also changed. The old man's cultivation base is limited, For the time being, I can't see what it will look like after changing my life."
"Their lives have also changed?"
Fengren's mood is like riding a roller coaster, ups and downs.
"Well." Mr. Yuanjing said, "But one thing can be assured, there is no blood disaster."
In other words, no matter what the outcome is, both of them should be able to survive.
Feng Ren felt inexplicable in his heart.
After a long while, he said.
"It's good to be alive-"
It's better than life and death.