Shipin Dalizheng

On the narrow village road, Tongqian led more than a dozen boys of all ages and walked with Zheng Changzhi and his two companions.

Old Wen really wanted to push the young master to walk faster to get rid of these sloppy kids, but the village road was bumpy and difficult to walk on, so he couldn't use any strength.

They were deliberately falling behind, but the children were very curious about the strangers, especially Zheng Changzhi, who was sitting in a wheelchair, handsome in appearance, but unable to walk.

Even though Zheng Changzhi had no desire to live, he tensed up at this moment and used his hands to pull the hem of his clothes down to cover his feet.

Xuanque glared at the kids with his almond-shaped eyes and threatened, "What are you looking at? If you keep looking, I'll dig your eyes out!"

Tongqian hadn't intended to join in the conversation, but after hearing that, he became displeased. "Hey! Don't you care whose territory you're on? Are you running wild in Rongjia Village? If you don't want others to see your handsome face, don't go out!"

As soon as he picked up the conversation, he looked at Xuanque, a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old. She was very pretty, but she looked fierce and you could tell at a glance that she was not someone to be messed with.

Tongqian, that guy, isn't exactly bad; he doesn't bully people. He's definitely not good either, as he's a bit of a glutton. When he saw the pretty girl, his eyes froze, staring intently, with suspicious liquid dripping from the corners of his mouth.

Xuan Que saw the obscene look in the dog's eyes, staring at him, and felt disgusted and angry. "You bastard, I will kill you."

Tongqian retreated while yelling "Hi hi hi hi" without much fear. He said to Rong Xiaochuan, "Someone is bullying us. Go get some help."

Rong Xiaochuan responded and ran into the village and headed towards the compound.

Just as he was talking about calling people, there was an explosion on the western hilltop. It was not too loud, but it was clearly audible.

Tongqian turned around and saw green smoke floating in the sky. He had seen it before and knew it was called "Shaking Man".

"Let's go up the mountain with my brother."

A group of kids, big and small, turned around and headed towards the western hilltop. Zheng Changzhi was suddenly left alone, which made Xuanque feel neither angry nor resentful.

Lao Wen said, "Let's go. We really can't afford to argue with a bunch of village kids."

Tongqian and the others waited at the entrance to the mountain. After about two incense sticks of time, Rong Tang and his companions arrived. Seeing that they had a good harvest, they were overjoyed and it was time for another meal.

As soon as Rong Tang saw him, he asked, "Is your family unable to cope?"

Tongqian blinked, "Master, I went fishing and haven't come home yet. I don't know what happened!"

Seeing that he couldn't get anything out of him, Rong Tang simply took down the piano case and let Tong Qian hold it. He exerted force on his feet, ran to the outer wall of the courtyard from the other direction, jumped up and climbed in.

He landed in the stables, not far from the main house. He slipped over quietly and saw seven or eight maids and servants standing in the middle courtyard, holding gifts. Two others were guarding the door. Chuncao was like an ant on a hot pan, running around in circles.

He retreated to the back window of the bedroom, reached out and poked a hole in the window paper, and put his eyes close to it to take a closer look.

When he saw her, he met Rong Wanli's eyes, which almost made Rong Wanli jump out of bed. Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough and realized that it must be his master who had returned, so he felt relieved.

Inside the room, Mrs. Tang sat for quite a long time, looking worriedly at "Rong Tang" lying face down on the bed with silver needles stuck all over his back.

Doctor Zhang was sitting beside the bed, holding a silver needle.

Tang Fuyun walked around the room, looked at the simple bedroom, and then looked at Chuncao who was sweating outside.

Mother Shen asked again on behalf of her master, "Doctor Zhang, how many times have you given the acupuncture? Is it almost healed?"

Since they came, Prince Rong has been giving acupuncture, inserting and removing, removing and inserting, back and forth three times.

Doctor Zhang narrowed his eyes and stroked his beard, "It's almost there, almost there."

Mrs. Tang couldn't help but ask, "Is this injury serious?"

Can it be healed? Don’t let your daughter become a widow just a few days after getting married!

Doctor Zhang said vaguely, "It is serious, but after my treatment, it will be completely healed within ten days or half a month."

Madam Tang said "oh" and began to explain, "Tang...Tang'er, don't blame your aunt for coming to see you late. Actually, after your mother left, Minister Jin and I had some unpleasantness, and I didn't know how to tell you for a while."

Mother Shen chimed in, "My wife has always been on good terms with Madam Rong. Later, something happened, and Madam had to go out. Please don't blame me, Master Rong."

Rong Tang listened from outside, but he didn't blame the Tang family. In fact, as soon as he got into trouble, Mrs. Tang immediately came out to refute the rumors and acknowledge the engagement between the two families. She wasn't the kind of cold-blooded person who would change her mind based on the situation.

But he couldn't keep his promise and was doomed to regret it.

He turned to the front and half-hiddenly swayed in front of Chuncao. Chuncao was surprised and happy, and immediately followed him to the back of the house, and so on.

In the eyes of the Tang family's servants, it was just a dirty boy who called away Master Rong's maid, and no one cared.

Chuncao came back, looking much more generous. She bowed to Madam Tang and said, "Madam Tang, my young master needs to take a bath and change clothes after acupuncture. Please go to the main hall in the front and sit down. When the young master has finished packing, he will come to see him."

Mrs. Tang was astonished. "Greetings? Can he get out of bed and walk?"

Doctor Zhang helped to correct the problem. "You can get out of bed now. It's no problem to walk slowly."

OK, he knew Rong Tang was back, mission accomplished, take out the needle.

As he moved, Rong Wanli stood motionless like a puppet, making it doubtful whether he could get out of bed and walk.

After hearing what was said, Mrs. Tang felt it was not appropriate to sit in someone else's bedroom all the time, even if the person was her elder, it would not be convenient, so she led her people to the front, and the middle courtyard was suddenly empty.

Rong Tang rushed into the house and said to Rong Wanli, "You can go out now."

Rong Wanli froze, gritted his teeth, and wanted to cry, "Master, I can't move, I'm paralyzed."

Doctor Zhang stood up and left as if nothing had happened. Before leaving, he said, "You're so young, and you're already numb after lying down for more than an hour. You're really useless."

Rong Tang had no choice but to find a piece of clothing, quickly wipe himself and change into Chuncao's house.

He pretended to hold his chest and walked slowly, but still felt that it was not the case. He asked Chuncao to take Rong Wanli's crutch, tuck it under his left armpit, and limped slowly as he walked. Sure enough, the smell came out.

Chuncao suppressed her laughter and helped him to the front room. Rongtang bent down with difficulty and said, "Nephew greets aunt."

It must be said that Rong Tang is handsome and looks good in clothes. Even though he is bent over and leaning on a crutch, he still has the demeanor of a graceful and noble young man.

He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a rare oval face among men. His facial features have both the heroic spirit that a man should have and the gentleness that is rare among men. One can feel his good temper at first glance.

Not to mention anything else, just his appearance surpassed more than 90% of the noble young men in the capital. Mrs. Tang was very satisfied.

I thought to myself, "At least I can show it off so that I won't be ridiculed by others."

She knows her daughter too well. She is obsessed with looks and won't accept her if she is ugly.

She was satisfied and said, "My dear son-in-law, please stop being polite and come and sit down."

Rong Tang was confused. Didn't he write a letter of annulment? What did "good son-in-law" mean? Didn't he cancel the engagement?

Mother Shen took the initiative and brought another chair with a smile, and put it down next to Madam Tang. "Son-in-law, please sit down and have a rest. Don't get tired."

Rong Tang sat down, and the chair seemed to have thorns on it, making it uncomfortable.

"Well, Auntie, please take a seat first. I'll go to the kitchen and tell the cook to prepare dinner. Auntie, you've come a long way, so you must eat before you leave."