Shipin Dalizheng

The taste of bitter melon was still in his mouth, and now he just wanted to spit out a mouthful of bitter phlegm.

Suddenly Rong Shen coughed lightly, and the Zheng brothers' expressions turned pale. Rong Tang saw from the corner of his eye that Miss Wang was being carried by a strong woman and was walking straight towards them.

Rong Tang now understood why Miss Wang had to be carried everywhere: she was paralyzed. A closer look at her waist revealed not a languid posture, but scoliosis. A closer look at her face revealed not an illusion, but a slight asymmetry.

Zheng Changzhi found it funny to see Rong Tang suddenly becoming severely strabismic, and waved his hand in front of his sight.

As soon as he moved, Wang Fu, who was sitting in the sedan chair, knew that Rong Tang was peeking at her, and her expression twisted.

Rong Tang blinked, and the next second, the Zheng brothers turned around and left decisively.

Rong Tang also wanted to leave, but Wang Fu's voice rang out, "Goodbye, Earl Jian'an."

Rong Tang had no choice but to stop.

The sedan stopped in front of him. Wang Fu said with a half-smile, "If the Earl of Jian'an wants to see, then look openly. I'm not a cannibal."

What could Rong Tang say? He had never dared to look at anyone, but before he did, he would ask, "Will you dig out my eyes?"

“No.”

Rong Tang raised his eyes and looked at her.

Just as he had sensed, Miss Wang was unable to walk and had scoliosis, which made her appearance a little strange.

He quickly searched his memory, "Are you the girl Zhang Pojun rescued back then?"

Wang Fu's half-smile suddenly turned cold, "What else did he say to you?"

Rong Tang opened his mouth. Did he bring disaster to Zhang Pojun?

"He didn't say anything. He blamed himself for not being able to cure you, but it wasn't his fault. There are many diseases in this world that cannot be cured."

Wang Fu's hands gripped the edge of the sedan chair tightly, her pretty face twisted even further. "If you can't cure me, why don't you let me die?"

"Ms. Wang, he's a doctor. He wants to cure his patients as long as there's a glimmer of hope. Besides, with the Wang family's status and position, do you think he can survive if he doesn't let you live?"

Wang Fu's expression softened slightly after hearing his words. "He really didn't tell you."

Seeing that her mood had calmed down a little, Rong Tang whispered, "Miss Wang, the Zheng brothers, just choose one. They won't dare to refuse."

The feeling of revenge that arises in my heart is so pleasant. Damn, punish me...

"Then do you dare to refuse?"

Rong Tang coughed violently, "I have a wife, I'm still a child, I..."

Wang Fu's deep gaze made him shudder. "You once wrote a poem with such grandeur and spirit that it could only have been written with mountains and rivers in mind."

Rong Tang said dryly, "I bought it for ten taels of silver."

"A person with such a broad mind wouldn't mind ten taels of silver. I heard Zheng Changzhi inscribed this poem on the third floor of the Cuiwen Pavilion, stating that anyone who could surpass it would be rewarded with a thousand taels of silver, and anyone who could achieve even a fraction of the artistic conception would be rewarded with ten taels. If you really bought this poem, then the seller wouldn't mind making a little more money."

Rong Tang froze for a moment. Why had he never heard of it? Otherwise, he could also make a small profit.

Wang Fu said lazily, "Don't worry, I'm not interested in children."

Rong Tang immediately broke into a big, bright smile.

Wang Fu's mood became bad again. How could he be so happy without having to marry her?

But looking around, among all the noble men in the garden, which one wanted to marry her? Was she, Wang Fu, so worthless that she had to cling to a man in order to survive?

"go!"

The maid in green asked, "Miss, where are you going?"

"Let's go back to the Right Prime Minister's Mansion, so that these people won't do anything indecent in front of me and damage the morale of the capital."

Do you think she doesn't know? If you don't want to marry her, just pretend to be gay. No one ever asks her if she wants to get married.

As soon as Wang Fu left, the air around the lotus pond visibly relaxed. Gu Zhongxun came over from somewhere else and wiped his sweat off his forehead, "Oh my god, that was terrifying."

Rong Tang asked, "She left without picking anyone. Is this over?"

"No. Every year they have to choose a bride, which scares the nobles in the capital out of their wits. It seems I have to get married soon."

Rong Tang hesitated for a moment, "Is Miss Wang twenty years old?"

"I'm twenty-three, why are you asking this?"

Rong Tang looked at the three princes not far away and suddenly whispered, "Prince Gu, I hope to use your mouth to convey a message to Prince Huai."

"What?"

"I don't know what his purpose is in coming here today. Let him give up. If possible, let His Majesty speak up. He should never mention it himself."

Gu Zhongxun gave him a deep look and asked, "Do you think highly of Prince Huai?"

Rong Tang did not answer, but walked towards Prime Minister Zheng with his hands behind his back, ready to leave.

In fact, as soon as Wang Fu left, Prime Minister Wang knew that there was no hope today and his daughter would not be able to get married, so he planned to say goodbye.

"Brother Zheng, this can't be helped. It's not my place to force the decision on a child's matter. Let's just leave it at that."

Prime Minister Zheng also laughed, "It's my family that hasn't accepted it. These bachelors are more difficult to find a husband than the other. Fortunately, the second son has a legitimate son."

When Rong Tang went over, Zheng Baoer brought a box of snacks and fed it to him. Prime Minister Zheng swallowed it in one gulp, and he looked very enjoying the sweet and soft snacks.

Madam Zheng laughed, "Master, there are still some snacks left. Let Bao'er have some."

Zheng Baoer took the snacks and ran out to share with others. After a while, she pulled a child over and said loudly, "Grandma, do you have any snacks left? Cui Xiaowu wants some more."

Just as Rong Tang was about to say goodbye, Madam Zheng's face suddenly turned pale, "Did you give the snacks to Xiao Wu?"

Cui Xiaowu is the direct grandson of the Cui family and the nephew of Mrs. Zheng.

Cui Xiaowu shouted, "Aunt, the snacks are delicious, so sweet..."

Before she could finish her words, Madam Zheng went up to him and started digging his mouth, "Spit it out, spit it out..."

Prime Minister Zheng said, "What are you crazy about? I ate this snack too, what's the big deal?"

Mrs. Zheng was at a loss, crying and shouting, "The dessert has milk in it, Xiaowu can't eat it."

Mrs. Cui was horrified when she heard this. "Fourth sister, you know Xiaowu can't drink cow's milk. How can there be such a thing in your house?"

Madam Zheng felt bitter, but before he could say anything, Zheng Jiuan said in a cold voice, "So, Madam knows that some children can't eat milk. I'm very curious. Last time Bao'er had an allergy, I checked a lot of things he hadn't eaten in Jiangnan, and this milk-mixed dessert was among them. I also went to the dessert shop to inquire, and the dessert chef said that some people just can't touch milk. It can be fatal. The Fifth Young Master of the Cui family can't eat it. Their shop usually doesn't make desserts with milk unless the customer specifically requests it. What I don't understand is, Madam, knowing that Bao'er has an allergic constitution, why did you let people around you specially customize desserts with milk for Bao'er to eat?"

Madam Zheng turned pale. Madam Cui yelled, "What's the point of saying this is useless now? Go call a doctor!"

Zheng Jiuan's face was calm, "Don't worry, Madam Cui, I have changed this dessert. It doesn't contain milk."

Everyone around looked at Mrs. Zheng with strange eyes. Mrs. Zheng was trembling all over and couldn't speak. Even if she wanted to deny it, she couldn't find the words.

Prime Minister Zheng's face darkened as he scolded his second son, "What's your attitude? She's your mother. How did she know Bao'er couldn't drink milk? Did you tell her in person?"

Of course Zheng Jiuan had never told her, but Madam Zheng knew that some people could not drink milk, yet she still specially ordered flavors that had never been tasted in the mansion before, which was very suspicious in itself.

Zheng Changzhi said slowly, "Father, I recently read some medical books and learned that some drugs can harm the mother and fetus, causing casualties to both mother and baby."

Prime Minister Zheng shouted, "Enough."