After I got into the drama, I led the plot astray

This meal might be the happiest one An Yunlu had had since giving birth to Lu Wenhui.

In addition to the delicious food, the most important thing was that Lu Wenhui kept picking up food for his mother, as if he was afraid that his mother would starve.

After dinner, An Yunlu took Lu Wenhui back to the house happily, holding the set of paper, ink and inkstone that I gave them.

Mr. Lu had the habit of taking a nap, so after dinner he went back to his room to take a nap.

There were only three of us left in the room. We were drinking tea out of boredom, eating the grapes and peaches that Zheng Xian had specially sent for us, and chatting.

Jinping threw a grape into his mouth and bit it hard. The juice immediately splashed all over his mouth. He closed his eyes in satisfaction and smacked his lips and said, "It's such a great enjoyment in life to be able to eat crisp grapes in such a cold weather."

I rolled my eyes at Jinping and said, "Don't think about food all the time. Have you ever asked Master Lu if he wants to go to the Du Mansion for the New Year?"

Jinping said: "Of course I asked, the teacher said he was old and didn't want to bother anymore, so he just stayed in our house for the New Year."

I knew that Master Lu didn't want to go to the Du Mansion. He wasn't familiar with the people there, and it would definitely not be as free and easy as here.

I said, "Since Master Lu doesn't want to go, why don't we take some time to stay there for a few days a few years ago, otherwise Madam Du will send someone to urge us again."

Yi Ping peeled the grapes and said, "The New Year is only ten days away. When are we going to the Du Mansion?"

As we were talking, suddenly a tall figure walked in from outside the door. The three of us looked up and saw that it was Zhao Zhenyuan!

Zhao Zhenyuan has been back in Beijing for so long, but he has never formally met Yiping and Jinping. Now that the three of us are sitting together, Zhao Zhenyuan only needs to take a glance to immediately recognize Zhao Jinping, who looks exactly like him when he was young, and Zhao Yiping, who has eyebrows and eyes like Yue Niang and a face shape like him. With just one glance, Zhao Zhenyuan's body couldn't help but tremble.

He called out in a trembling voice: "Jin, Jinping, Yiping?"

Among the three, Zhao Shengping looks the least like Zhao Zhenyuan, and instead looks like Du Jinyue. If Jinping and Yiping were not there, I could still deny it, but now that the three of us are together, how could Zhao Zhenyuan not recognize that we are his three children?

Jinping was so shocked when he saw Zhao Zhenyuan that his mouth opened wide. The grapes in his hand fell to the ground and rolled away without anyone knowing where.

Yi Ping hated Zhao Zhenyuan so much that he snorted and turned his face away without saying anything.

Before Jinping could react, Zhao Zhenyuan strode up to him and tried to reach out to touch his son who was almost as tall as himself. But Jinping was disgusted by him, so he stood up and stepped back a few steps, gritting his teeth and saying, "Don't touch me, and don't call me that. You don't deserve to be our father."

Zhao Zhenyuan's dark face instantly wrinkled as if it had been hit by frost.

Jinping looked at Zhao Zhenyuan's dark face and became even angrier. He said loudly, "Don't think I'm afraid of you. If you want to beat me like you beat Ah Man, come on. I'm not afraid of you."

Zhao Zhenyuan's hands trembled even more violently, and he felt his throat was dry. It took him a long time to utter a few words: "Dad will never beat you again."

"You are not our father. We don't have a father like you." Jinping yelled hysterically, as if only in this way could he vent his resentment over the years.

Zhao Zhenyuan trembled and said, "You, why do you hate your father so much?"

Jinping sneered and said loudly, "How could you not know? The grandmother who raised us for so many years was beaten to death by Madam Zhao from your house! She died of pain! The pain was so severe that she couldn't sleep all night long. In a few days, she became so thin that only a bag of bones remained. She gritted her teeth and didn't dare to make any sound, for fear that we would know that she was in pain."

At this point, Jinping was already in tears.

Yiping and I were in the same situation, we couldn't help but burst into tears.

Zhao Zhenyuan trembled and said, "Why did she beat my grandmother to death? My grandmother was such a good and kind person."

Jinping shouted, "Go back and ask your good wife. How would we know? Besides, she wanted to kill not only our grandmother, but all of us! If Lord Gongsun hadn't arrived in time that day, you would have seen four graves instead of just three of us when you returned to Beijing this time."

Zhao Zhenyuan took a step back in shock, feeling unbearable pain in his chest. He covered his chest with force, but finally couldn't help it. He vomited a large mouthful of blood with a "vomit".

I was so scared that I quickly ran over to hold him, then took his pulse. Since he had great internal strength, his pulse should have been beating strong, but now it was slow and weak.

I used white light to clear the blood vessels throughout his body, and Zhao Zhenyuan felt a little better, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Jinping thought that he was the one who made Zhao Zhenyuan so angry, and he was so scared that he fell to the ground, shaking all over.

Zhao Zhenyuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "I will investigate this matter thoroughly and will give you justice."

After Zhao Zhenyuan finished speaking, he staggered away.

I couldn't help but ask, "Have you been feeling chest tightness, headaches, poor blood circulation, and difficulty in raising your internal strength recently?"

Zhao Zhenyuan listened for a moment, then quickly turned around and looked at me, asking, "How did you know that?"

I said word by word: "You are poisoned."

Zhao Zhenyuan was startled, but then calmed down and said, "I thought it was caused by fatigue, but it turns out to be poisoning?"

I nodded.

After a while, Zhao Zhenyuan asked again: "Is the poisoning serious?"

I nodded again and said, "It's pretty serious, but you have deep internal strength, and I just helped you detoxify, which can slow down the spread of the poison to your heart meridians, so you won't die from the poison all at once. But your body still needs to be adjusted slowly, you'd better ask Doctor Sun to treat you and prescribe some detoxification and conditioning medicine, and you will be fine after a few days of recuperation."

Zhao Zhen slowly clenched his fists and said coldly: "Don't spread the news that I was poisoned. I want to solve this matter myself."

I thought he should know who poisoned him, so I said, "Don't worry, we are not talkative people. Although you are not a good father, you are a good minister. Dayu Kingdom cannot do without you, so you must take care of yourself."

Zhao Zhenyuan smiled, but it was a sad smile. Finally, he sighed, said nothing, lowered his head and strode away.

After Zhao Zhenyuan left, Jinping slowly got up from the ground, walked to my side, and asked, "Is he really poisoned?"

I nodded and said, "If I hadn't discovered it just now, I'm afraid he wouldn't even be able to celebrate this New Year."

Yi Ping and Jinping both widened their eyes in disbelief. How could someone dare to poison such a mighty general? How could they be so bold?