Shipin Dalizheng

When Old Wen saw the little brat trying hard to show his strength, he felt like laughing for some reason, while Xuan Que snorted coldly to express his disdain.

Zheng Changzhi clenched his fists, as if Zheng Jiuan’s failure was his failure.

He spoke each word clearly, "I have the evidence against you."

Rong Tang raised his chin proudly, "Same here."

They are all people of status in the Southern Dynasty, so whose crime is lighter than whose?

Zheng Changzhi was stunned for a moment.

Rong Tang said, "If you want to report me, let's go together. If you don't want to report me, I'll get off the car."

The restraint in Zheng Changzhi's eyes was very obvious. "Rong Tang, let me ask you again, do you have any way to make me stand up? If not, please tell me and I will give up."

"Have."

Zheng Changzhi's dead heart was revived, and he almost gnashed his teeth, "Rong Tang, if you dare to lie to me, I will kill you."

"Have."

Old Wen, who was driving, was moved. "Prince Rong, if it works, it works. If it doesn't, it doesn't. You've been keeping me waiting for a long time. My patience has worn out."

"I've never forgotten it and have been trying. I'm just not sure if Mr. Zheng, a delicate person, can endure that kind of hardship."

Zheng Changzhi's eyes widened. "What do you mean?"

"Doctor Zhang, Zhang Pojun, you should know him. As his name suggests, Pojun represents destruction and construction in Zi Wei Dou Shu. It means to destroy before building, to be put to death before being reborn, to be trapped in a dead end before being able to survive."

Old Wen was horrified. "That old lunatic once said he wanted to buy you a new pair of legs. Do you think so too? No, it's impossible. There is no medical skill that can reattach limbs to a living person. Boy, don't talk nonsense."

Old Wen's eyes were filled with excitement. He was afraid Rong Tang would go crazy and tell the Young Master that people could really replace other people's legs. If he told the Young Master, the Young Master would really go on a killing spree...

Rong Tang was surprised. "Who told you that you can graft a living person's leg? It's impossible. Two people who are not related by blood will have a rejection reaction, so the leg grafting will not be successful."

"Then you mean..."

It was obvious that Old Wen felt relieved.

"Prosthetic limbs? Is that so hard to understand? Make a pair of prosthetic legs, put them on like shoes, and walk upright. Of course, it's an extremely painful process, and it takes time. But seeing that Master Zheng has no martial arts skills and is a serious mysophobia, he may not be able to accept a pair of prosthetic legs."

This is not difficult to understand at all. Even Lao Wen and Zheng Changzhi had thought about it before, but they always expected Rong Tang to have a different answer.

"What does this have to do with Zhang Pojun?"

"After realizing that neither acupuncture nor medication could help people grow a pair of legs, he settled down to making prosthetic limbs. If you have time, you can go to Fuxinzhuang and see that some people with only one missing leg have been able to walk slowly with prosthetic legs."

After Rong Tang finished speaking, he felt that Zheng Changzhi's pressure was even lower. He was so sensitive and proud, but he allowed others to mention his disabled leg in front of him again and again.

He felt he had to say something to comfort her. "Master Zheng, no one is perfect. You have a good family background and good looks, and you were born noble. If you were flawless, even God would be jealous. When Heaven is about to bestow a great responsibility on a man, it must first make his heart and mind suffer, his muscles and bones tired, his body hungry and empty, and his actions frustrated. This is to move his heart and endure his nature, and to increase his ability to do what he was not capable of..."

He finished speaking in one breath, his breath stagnating. "Your mother sacrificed her own life in exchange for yours. Of course, she wanted you to live well. Compared to other serious illnesses, this is a very minor defect. As long as you overcome the difficulties, you can truly stand up and walk the world on your own two feet. That's all I have to say. If you need it, my bodyguard Rong Qianqi can provide you with a pair of beautiful, lifelike feet."

After saying this, he jumped off the carriage and stood with his hands behind his back.

Zheng Changzhi remained silent for a long time. Just when Rong Tang thought he would not speak again, Zheng Changzhi took out a sales contract from his arms.

"These are the twenty shops that the Liang family took away from the Jian'an Marquis's Mansion, including the shops they rented. I've got them all back for you, but you have to pay the national treasury twenty thousand taels of silver to redeem them."

Rong Tang immediately said, "I'll go out."

Zheng Changzhi was silent for a few breaths. "I've already paid you. If those feet are beautiful enough, these 20,000 taels will be... your reward!"

He seemed very reluctant to say that he wanted to buy a pair of wooden feet, feeling a sense of shame.

Rong Tang could only feel sorry for him, as he was not born in that technologically advanced era where he could have a pair of high-tech bionic feet.

"Zheng Changzhi, whether you believe it or not, I've never considered a person with a physical defect to be disabled. Whether a person is disabled or not is not determined by whether they are complete or not, but by what they do. There are many people who are physically healthy but live a life of drunkenness and debauchery. How are they any different from disabled people?"

Zheng Changzhi in the car didn't say anything, but Old Wen stuck his head out and looked at the little kid. At this moment, he felt that the kid was not small, he was much taller than many people.

"I'm leaving now. I'd like to stay for a cup of tea. You're always welcome here."

"Rong Tang." Zheng Changzhi suddenly called him and Rong Tang stopped.

"Be careful of Master Xie, he is also investigating you. Unless something unexpected happens, he will know what I know."

Rong Tang was shocked.

"Your Majesty is a man whose thoughts are difficult to guess. If you don't want to be passive, you must find a way to get through it."

"Thank you!"

It happened so quickly. He always knew that it would be exposed sooner or later, but he didn't expect it to happen so soon. It was probably because he was too impatient and attracted other people's attention.

After parting with Zheng Changzhi, Rong Tang immediately returned to the village to write a letter and gave it to Rong Qianqi, "When you return to the city, take it to Aunt Cailan and tell her to go to the palace and give it to Concubine Rong immediately."

Rong Qianqi accepted the order.

Then he said to Rong Wanli, "Go to the Ministry of Works and find Tang Fuyun. Ask him to make some weapons for us according to the blueprints."

Rong Wanli obeyed the order.

"Brother Zhan, go deliver another letter."

Rong Zhan obeyed the order.

Rong Shen said, "Master, what should I do?"

Rong Tang was thinking about the various possibilities that would occur after he left.

"See if there's anyone in the village who's suitable to be the town's shopkeeper. If not, hire one. You can return to the village and look after the winery, sugar mill, and waterwheel workshop."

Rong Shen accepted the order.

Seeing that everyone had a task, Tongqian raised his hand and asked, "Master, what about me?"

"You should stay in the shop, just be smart."

As night falls, the perspective shifts to the Shangjing Palace.

Due to the major corruption case in the Ministry of Revenue, the Mid-Autumn Palace Banquet and the Empress Dowager's Thousand Years Banquet were cancelled. Emperor Xuanning's anger put the entire palace in a low mood.

Although the weather was not so hot after the Mid-Autumn Festival and he could sleep without a fan at night, Emperor Xuanning still habitually wanted to lie in Qifeng Palace and feel the peaceful atmosphere beside Concubine Rong.

He slept fairly soundly that night, but in the second half of the night, Concubine Rong seemed to have a nightmare and tossed and turned, calling out, "Tang'er, don't be afraid, your aunt will protect you..., don't be afraid..."

Emperor Xuanning woke up, and heard something strange from her unclear words, so he gently woke Concubine Rong up.

"My beloved, wake up!"

Concubine Rong sat up in shock, tears still in the corners of her eyes, "Ah, Your Majesty, did I disturb you?"

"Are you worried about something? Are you hiding something from me?"

Concubine Rong was frightened and broke into a cold sweat. She turned over and knelt, "It's not Tang'er's fault. He has always wanted to confess. I was afraid that Your Majesty would misunderstand. If Your Majesty wants to punish me, then punish me!"

Emperor Xuanning's eyes were dim. "What mistake did he make that he dared not admit?"

Concubine Rong struggled for a moment before saying, "Half a month ago, he disguised himself and went to the Ministry of Revenue to check the accounts. It was he who discovered Minister Liang's errors. He was originally very happy, feeling that he had relieved His Majesty of his worries and thinking that His Majesty would reward him. It was I who was afraid... I was afraid..."

Emperor Xuanning heard that Concubine Rong was afraid of Prince Rui's revenge.