Shipin Dalizheng

Rong Tang woke up after being "slapped" for the third time. He had no choice but to wake up. Tang Fuyun's hand was too strong, and his face was swollen after being "slapped" again.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Tang Fuyun with a gloomy face and a bad expression, and Mrs. Tang who was gritting her teeth and wished she could skin him alive. He even pretended to be surprised, frightened, panicked, and acted out all kinds of unbelievable expressions, trying to give the impression that he knew nothing and was a victim who was framed.

The Tang family mother and son's faces went from full of anger to full of confusion.

Rong Tang jumped out of bed, pointing to his undershirt and bare feet. His feet weren't particularly large; they looked like the size of a child. Of course, that wasn't the point. The point was that he wasn't wearing shoes. What kind of rapist would come out to pick up flowers without even wearing outer clothes or shoes, and wouldn't run away at daybreak?

Tang Fuyun was convinced there was something else going on, but Mrs. Tang still had her doubts. The last time she left Rongjia Village in anger, she had threatened to break off the engagement. Now she had a legitimate suspicion that Rong Tang didn't want to break off the engagement and was deliberately trying to ruin her daughter's reputation so she wouldn't have to marry.

But even though she knew this possibility, she had no way to solve it, and she was angry and resentful.

Tang Fuyun asked, "So what happened?"

Rong Tang beat his chest and stamped his feet, pointing to the heavens and swearing, and uttered a wordless outburst, "Ah Ba Ah Ba Ah Ba..."

"Are you mute?"

Rong Tang nodded repeatedly, dipped his finger in water, and wrote on the table, "Go to the Bo Mansion and call Rong Zhan."

Rong Zhan was so scared when he found out that Rong Tang was missing in the morning that he broke out in cold sweats. He thought that his master might have disappeared himself, or he might have been held hostage by force majeure. With his ability, Rong Zhan not only couldn't stop him, but he couldn't even detect the master.

The only person he could think of was Lao Wen. After all, he had just knocked the man down the night before, and it was reasonable for him to come to his house to seek an explanation.

He was about to go and look for the person, but just as he walked out of the mansion, the Tang family sent someone to invite him to discuss important matters.

When I arrived at the Tang Mansion, I realized that Old Wen was a very bad person and had stuffed his master into Miss Tang's bed. I tried so hard to suppress the urge to laugh that my face was distorted.

The master and servant performed a drama in front of the Tang family mother and son, using internal energy to heal injuries and unblock acupoints. Taking the opportunity, Rong Tang also explained clearly how he was snatched out while sleeping and played a prank by some bastard, thus clearing his name.

He was cleared of all charges, but who would redeem Tang Tiantian's innocence? Mrs. Tang was trembling with anger. Despite Rong Tang's repeated vows, he remained limp and motionless, not touching Tang Tiantian. But in this world where having a woman's handkerchief stolen was considered a violation of her chastity, how could they, lying in bed together in their undergarments, claim innocence?

It’s so funny!

Tang Fuyun comforted his mother with a few words, then with a squeeze of his arms, he carried Rong Tang's small body into a room without touching the ground.

Rong Tang's eyebrows twitched violently, "Master Tang, what are you doing?"

Rong Zhan pleaded outside, “Master Tang, you can’t hit him. It just happened that beating him would cause trouble.”

Tang Fuyun promised good-temperedly, "I won't hit him."

Turning to Rong Tang, he asked, "What do you want to do?"

Rong Tang continued to play dumb, "Don't tell anyone about this, no one will know."

Tang Fuyun reached out and took down a whip from the wall. Looking back, Rong Tang called out, "Brother, we'll do whatever you say."

Seeing him coming forward, Tang Fuyun put down the whip and asked, "When will you propose?"

Rong Tang silently calculated, "Let's wait three years. After all, my adoptive parents and my biological mother just passed away. It's not appropriate to get married now. I think the mourning period is over."

"It makes sense."

Tang Fuyun is not an unreasonable person. Besides, Rong Tang and his sister are not very old. In three years, they will both be eighteen years old, which is just right.

There was paper and pen on the table. Tang Fuyun ground some ink and asked him to write a letter of guarantee, which included but was not limited to unequal treaties such as not taking concubines, not visiting brothels, and not keeping mistresses.

After that, he was asked to dress up as a servant in the mansion, pretending to follow Tang Fuyun to his job and leave the Tang Mansion.

Just as Rong Tang was leaving the house, he remembered that he had something to discuss with him. Before he could open his mouth, Butler Tao hurried over and said, "My Lord, I don't know how the news got out. Old Madam Jin next door knows you've moved into the Bo's Mansion. She's crying and cursing over the wall, saying that you killed her second nephew's family and she wants to settle the score with you."

Rong Tang called out to Tang Fuyun, "Brother, I have something to talk to you about. Let's go to my uncle's house tonight."

Tang Fuyun nodded to indicate that he understood, and the two sides went their separate ways.

Not to mention how Tang Tiantian cried and refused to get married, in Zheng Changzhi's villa next door, Lao Wen was vividly recounting Rong Tang's embarrassing stories to Zheng Changzhi in an exaggerated way ten times. He even stole the peace treaty that Rong Tang had just signed to let him have a sneak peek. Zheng Changzhi finally felt much more relaxed.

That little rascal got a bargain.

He now had no doubt that Rong Tang was a girl. In his nearly thirty years of life experience, he had never seen or heard of a girl with such a thick skin and such a deep bottom line in her conduct. Even men were rare.

Only the most shameless person could do such a thing.

"What about what he promised me? Let him come to see me."

Old Wen pleaded, "Something happened to his family. Today is the funeral of the second son of the Yang family. He is his cousin. If he doesn't go, Minister Jin will find fault with him. If he goes, I'm afraid he won't have a good time either. The Jin and Yang families will take the opportunity to eat him up."

"Deserved it."

Zheng Changzhi was in a better mood.

"Sir, the matter with Hu Wang..."

Zheng Changzhi found out where the Hu Wang siblings had fled to and used it to blackmail Rong Tang. Now the bargaining chips have changed, and the siblings have become a hidden danger again.

"It's really troublesome. Nangong Jing and Changning always leave the beginning and the end behind when doing things."

Old Wen said, "You know, Nangong Jing is a reasonable person. The Hu Wang siblings don't deserve death. The Third Young Master acted on impulse. This matter has nothing to do with him."

It has nothing to do with Zheng Changning, but it is related to Zheng Changzhi. After all, he is the person who owes a favor to the Earl of Jian'an.

Zheng Changzhi's expression changed several times. Old Wen listened attentively. The life and death of Hu Wang and his sister depended on a single thought.

"It's really troublesome."

Zheng Changzhi repeated his words and then said, "Send them two fake household registrations and warn them that if this matter is leaked, they will be killed without a complete corpse."

Old Wen seemed relieved. This was an act of repaying a favor, repaying good with good. If his hands were stained with blood that shouldn't be stained, it would not be perfect after all. It had nothing to do with being too soft-hearted.

As for the Yang family, it’s a tit-for-tat, that’s their karma.

"I have repaid the favor of Earl Jian'an, and it's time to end it. Old Wen, tell me, how can that little rascal help me stand up?"

Everyone thought he was dissatisfied with his wheelchair, but no matter how good a wheelchair was, it was still just a wheelchair. Sitting in it couldn't change the fact that he was disabled. All he wanted from the beginning to the end was to stand up like a normal person and be an ordinary person.

"Can he give me a pair of feet? It's just like that crazy doctor Zhang. I don't know what strange ideas are in his head. He actually thinks there is a kind of acupuncture method that can make people grow a pair of feet. It's really a fantasy."

Zheng Changzhi laughed at himself, and Xuanque looked at him from afar with a dazed look in his eyes.

Old Wen was thinking in his heart that although Doctor Zhang had a head full of weird ideas and was bold and crazy, he did save the lives of the eldest and second sons!

Furthermore, the young master's maternal family had strongly opposed the cesarean section performed by Imperial Doctor Zhang, with the current stepmother, Miss Cui, being the most vehement. If the eldest and second sons had both died in the womb, then the current third son, Zheng Changning, would have been adopted by his stepmother as his legitimate son, becoming the eldest legitimate son of the Zheng family.