In the past, he had often visited Lu's residence, so Zhu Er didn't need a guide. Halfway through the journey, he had already thrown off the steward who was leading the way, rolled up his sleeves and rushed towards his goal. However, before he could see the gate from a distance, he heard Lu Sanlang's angry shouting.
"If you have the guts, don't lock me up. Just beat me to death. You never treated me as your son anyway!"
After hearing these words clearly, Zhu Er, who had just wanted to meet Lu Sanpang and give him a good beating, suddenly slowed down his pace and felt a sense of sympathy.
He is the same. His father doesn’t love him, his grandmother doesn’t care about him, and his mother died a long time ago…
Thinking of this, Zhu Er quickened his pace again. When he broke through the two stunned Lu Mansion guards and entered Lu Sanlang's yard, he saw the little fat man circling in the yard like a trapped beast, shouting desperately for death.
"I might as well just bang my head against the wall and die..."
Zhu Er took a deep breath, rushed over like a whirlwind, grabbed the man by the collar and slapped Lu Sanlang. Then, he didn't know where he got the strength from, but he grabbed the little fat man who was much heavier than him and dragged him into the room.
Zhu Gongquan, who was one step behind, saw this scene, hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at the steward beside him: "My second young master has such a temper, it is really offensive. Can you ask Minister Lu to see me? I want to apologize in person on behalf of the second young master."
However, Zhu Gongquan was just trying it out, thinking of getting in touch with Lu Wan to test her attitude, and he didn't hold much hope. Unexpectedly, the steward was only slightly stunned, and then said with a smile: "Everyone knows that Zhu Gongquan is the confidant of Duke Zhao who stayed in the capital. Even if my master doesn't see anyone else, he will definitely see you, please."
Zhu Gongquan walked a few steps and saw that Ah Liu did not catch up with him, and he couldn't help but feel moved.
Lu Sanlang was awakened by Zhu Er's forceful dragging into the house. Before he could get angry, he saw Zhu Er, with a ferocious look on his face, forcibly driving the two girls out.
Faced with such an abnormal situation, his eyes lit up, and he was not angry but happy. He completely forgot the burning pain on his cheek and asked quickly, "Zhu Er, did my young master ask you to come?"
"What are you talking about, little master!" Zhu Er, who was furious, said with a dark face, and then said angrily, "I want to entrust Yingying to you because I trust you. But you are just like your father, playing tricks on me, and even treating... you even treat your love rival as a master. Do you have any ambition?"
“Don’t compare me with my father!” Lu Sanlang, who was angry and embarrassed, first refuted Zhu Er’s words, and then said unhappily, “Besides, I can’t afford your sister. She was just forced by my father to act, and she doesn’t like me! As for the young master… I just tried it casually at first. Who would have thought that he was really capable and was the last disciple of Master Ge!”
At this point, Lu Sanlang said impatiently: "Did the young master ask you to come? If not, I'm busy and don't have time to waste with you!"