Deng Lin looked around to see if there was no one around, then walked into the study carefully, closed the windows tightly, and then told Fan Zong truthfully: "Master, what you ordered has been completed. Almost one-third of our troops have been deployed.”
Fan Zong still had an indifferent expression. Although on the surface he looked weak and could fall down at any time, his eyes as deep as a pool made it difficult to understand his true emotions.
He nodded: "I understand, I have been lucky to you during these days."
"No hard work, Deng Lin can only do this for the young master. Madam may have noticed that the young master's condition has worsened. We should be more careful in the future."
Deng Lin thought deeply.
"She is calm. You spread the news that I won't live for three days. I think she will be very happy to hear this." Fan Zong said calmly, as if it was as simple as eating and drinking.
"Master?" Deng Lin's expression changed, with a hint of joy on his face: "Master, you mean to let her relax. You think that the master is too ill to get up, and it is easy to deal with it. You can lead her to show her weakness, so that she will slowly get into trouble." Fall into our trap?”
"Ahem..." Fan Zong was about to nod when he suddenly coughed violently. Deng Lin hurriedly handed over a handkerchief. Looking at the blood stains on the handkerchief, both of them were stunned for a quarter of an hour.
"Master, are you really not going to live long?" Deng Lin covered his head and said with a painful expression.
Fan Zong smiled faintly and shook his head gently: "It's okay. I have been prepared to die at any time. I just don't worry about you and Wei'er. If we can successfully kill the old woman and her son this time, If you defeat him, I can leave with peace of mind."
After a pause, Fan Zong looked at Deng Lin, put his hand on his shoulder, and said with some sadness: "I know your home is not in Yangzhou, and you will go back one day. My illness is getting worse. I don’t know how long I can survive. Can I ask you for something? Wei’er is still young and doesn’t understand anything now. The only person I can trust is you. Can I ask you to help Wei’er after I die? , let him grow up healthily?"
"This..." Deng Lin hesitated, and the first thought in his mind was Qin Qiqin. If he stayed, what would Qin'er do? She said she would always be waiting for her. She had gone through so much suffering, how could he make her sad again
But the third young master was kind to him. Without the third young master's grace of saving his life and adopting him, he would not be alive now. How could he talk about seeing Qin'er again
"Are you not willing?" A trace of disappointment flashed in Fan Zong's eyes, and he smiled sadly: "Yes, who would be willing to do such a thing! I know that you just want to return to your hometown and live a happy life with your beloved. I have too much hope for a normal life, Deng Lin, just follow your own wishes and don't take my words to heart."
Hearing this, Deng Lin felt deeply guilty and ashamed of his hesitant contradiction.
The third young master treated him like a gift, so how could he abandon even the most basic moral principles for the sake of his children's personal relationship? Then he is no longer a scholar.
"Master, Deng Lin is willing to take care of the young master. Please rest assured, master!" Deng Lin's mind went through hundreds of twists and turns, and he finally made the final decision.
The corners of Fan Zong's mouth curled up slightly, making a slight arc in a place that Deng Lin couldn't see.
Deng Lin, don’t blame me, I was helpless.
Weier can't live without you.
…
"Go back to Madam, the second young master went to Hualou again."
The maid came over and replied respectfully.
Mrs. Fan, who was sitting upright drinking tea, paused and put the tea cup down hard, making a crisp sound.
With a slight anger on his face, he said: "I went to Hualou again. This unfilial son just doesn't take care of things at home. He still causes trouble for me every day. You go to find two people and you have to kidnap him back to me."
The maid hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes, madam."
"Madam, I have something to say..." The boy couldn't catch his breath while running, and his head was covered with sweat.
Finally, he stopped in front of Mrs. Fan and bowed to salute.
Mrs. Fan looked impatient and uttered a sonorous and powerful word: "Speak!"
The young man was so frightened by Mrs. Fan's sharp eyes that he trembled.
What's going on here? It seems that he has a deep hatred for him. He is running back and forth between the two masters. Is it easy for him!
After thinking about the words, the young man lowered his head with a look of great pain on his face: "Back to Madam, the Third Young Master... is seriously ill now, can't even get up, and has been vomiting blood... I want to see the doctor. The doctor will come here." He may not survive more than three days."
"Really?" Mrs. Fan's eyes were filled with joy, and she almost couldn't control herself and stood up. Only after she said this sentence did she realize that something was wrong.
Suppressing the joy in his heart, he put on a sad look and covered his eyes with a handkerchief: "Why is the third child so miserable? I'm sorry for the master's instructions before his death!"
The boy secretly rolled his eyes, madam, if you are sad for the third young master, it is like the sun rising from the west.
"Madam, what should we do now?"
Mrs. Fan waved her hand and asked everyone to leave, leaving only the servant. She looked at him meaningfully and said: "Xiao Fan, you have done the most good work this time. When we take charge of the entire Fan family, we will make you the general manager in the future." .”
The boy knelt down and kowtowed in fear: "This is what a young man should do. Thank you madam, thank you madam."
A sharp light flashed in Mrs. Fan's eyes, Fan Zong, your good days are coming to an end.
The maid next to Mrs. Fan walked up to the young man with a money bag and put it in his hand with a smile on her face: "This is yours, and there will be more benefits in working for Mrs. Fan in the future. "
Cold sweat broke out on the boy's forehead, and he happily took it.
When it got dark, there was no news that the second young master of the Fan family had been brought back. Mrs. Fan was a little restless and asked the maid several times.
Dinner had been set down, and Mrs. Fan was about to pick up her chopsticks to eat. There was a sound of hurried footsteps, and a woman shouted in panic: "Madam, madam, something happened to the second young master, something happened to the second young master..."
Mrs. Fan let go and her chopsticks fell down with a crisp sound. She immediately stood up and shouted: "What are you doing in such a hurry? Have you forgotten all the rules of the Fan family?"
"I have not forgotten, it is the second young master. The second young master fought with someone and injured the man..." the maid said anxiously.
A trace of panic flashed in Mrs. Fan's eyes, and then she regained her composure: "Don't panic, and speak slowly."
If you are dealing with some princes and nobles, you only need to pay some compensation for hurting others and bribe the governor, then there will be nothing wrong.
This bastard kid always gets her into trouble.
"Madam, the second young master had a verbal dispute with the governor's only son in Hualou over a famous prostitute. The quarrel became more and more lively, and finally they all started fighting. The second young master has practiced some martial arts since he was a child, and the governor's son I was born with poor health and was severely injured by the second young master... "
Before the maid could finish her sentence, Mrs. Fan fainted before her eyes.
"Madam..."
The servants were in chaos.
Fan Zong, who was lying on the bed reading a book, listened to the young man talking about Mrs. Fan with excitement, and raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.
"She finally responded. I have been waiting for this day for a long time."
"Master, you don't know how bad my wife looked at that time. Her face turned green immediately. She couldn't breathe and fainted. Her son has now injured the governor's only son and also killed him. One of my son's ears was cut off. This time, the governor will definitely not let him go. Second Young Master, this time it's over."
"What I want is this kind of effect. If I don't take action, I won't take action. Once I take action, I will give her the biggest blow so that she will never be able to get over."
Fan Zong put the book on the bedside and yawned tiredly: "Xiao Fan, both you and Deng Lin have made great contributions. When everything is settled, I will not treat you badly, young master."
The boy responded hurriedly.
A cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
He almost fell into the wrong team. The young master was the most powerful. A woman like the madam who only lived in the back yard was simply vulnerable in front of the young master.
…
Late at night, the night is as cool as water and the breeze blows.
Only a few dim stars blinked lonely in the sky, and the moon had been hidden by dark clouds for some time.
Mrs. Fan woke up in the middle of the night and shouted, and the maid rushed over: "Madam, madam..."
Mrs. Fan stood up with the help of her maid and asked in confusion, "What time is it now?"
"It's already time to go back to Madam," the maid said.
"Chenshi?" Mrs. Fan murmured, and she stood up as soon as her expression changed: "Dar, my Dar, where is he?"
"Madam..." The maid supported her and shouted: "Madam, the second young master severely injured the governor's son and cut off one of his ears. He is now imprisoned by the governor. It is getting late. , Madam wants to see the second young master, we’d better wait until early tomorrow morning!”
"Dar..." Mrs. Fan couldn't breathe, closed her eyes again and passed out.
"Madam..." the maid shouted in a panic, but stood still, looking at Madam Fan who was unconscious with anger, but a strange smile appeared on her face.
…
"Damn Fan Zong, it must be his fault. I won't let him go. If I don't cut him into pieces, I will only hate him. I have pity on my Dal'er who is in prison now." I woke up again. After arriving, it was already the second day.
Mrs. Fan's face was pale, and even a thick layer of rouge could not cover her tired face. Even her eyes seemed to be swollen.
"Zhi Zhi, go tell Manager Fang and ask him to act in advance immediately. Be sure to protect those four people from any harm."
(End of chapter)