Shipin Dalizheng

Since you can't escape, just let it go. I don't know what Mrs. Tang's tolerance limit is.

"Ahahaha!" Rong Tang bared his teeth and laughed heartily, "So, mother-in-law wants to marry her legitimate daughter Tiantian to me. That's fine, I saw her the other day, and Miss Tiantian isn't ugly. It's just a pity for the one in red... the concubine, right? Actually, it doesn't matter if there's someone to feed. If mother-in-law doesn't mind, why not marry her to me too? Then, regardless of age, we can all live happily in harmony as a family."

Mrs. Tang's face turned pale with anger. What do you mean by marrying all of them? What do you mean by not distinguishing between the young and the old? This hasn't been enough, but her ambition is already quite big, and she wants to enjoy the happiness of having two wives.

She stood up and said, "Let's go."

Even if my daughter never gets married, she will not suffer this injustice.

Rong Tang chased after her on crutches, "No! Mother-in-law, let's talk about the dowry! I'm not greedy, just give me a few hundred thousand or eighty thousand taels as a token of my appreciation... Don't go, don't go, mother-in-law, mother..."

Mrs. Tang walked faster and faster, leaving everyone in the yard stunned. After Mrs. Tang got into the car and walked away, Rong Tang wiped the sweat off his face and looked back, only to find that there was still someone who hadn't left. Tang Fuyun frowned and looked at him with a scrutinizing look.

"You want to cancel the engagement?"

Rong Tang's heart skipped a beat. "What nonsense is that? I'm personally very satisfied with Miss Tiantian. If Auntie doesn't think it's okay and really wants to withdraw, then go ahead!"

Tang Fuyun ignored his nonsense and said, "It's no use if you want to quit. You must marry Tiantian."

Rong Tang was stunned for a moment, "Why?"

"If Tiantian can't get married, her mother will be sad."

"so?"

"You must marry!"

Rong Tang wanted to reach out and touch Tang Fuyun's forehead to see if he had a fever. He turned around and saw Doctor Zhang coming over and shouting at him, "Boy, lend me some money."

Chuncao walked over and asked him how much he wanted. Doctor Zhang held up a finger and said, "One hundred taels."

Chuncao refused to do it, "You are stealing money!"

Doctor Zhang curled his lips and said, "Then give me fifty taels."

Chuncao said angrily, "No."

"At least twenty taels."

Chuncao reluctantly gave him the silver and said, "You eat and drink here, and I still have to give you silver. Is this fair?"

Doctor Zhang hummed, "I gave you three injections. This is the consultation fee."

Thinking of Rong Wanli who was still unable to move, Chuncao lost her temper. This old man still couldn't be offended.

Doctor Zhang took out 10 taels of the 20 taels he collected and gave them to San Ya, saying, "Ganoderma lucidum money."

San Ya was stunned. "I only want ten cents. What is this?"

Doctor Zhang glared. "This is silver. Silver. Ten more coins. What a hassle."

He rummaged through his pockets and took out a handful of change for her, about ten in total.

San Ya couldn't believe it. That small bag of mushrooms was sold for a big ingot and a handful of copper coins.

She hesitantly handed all the money to Rong Tang, "Prince Tang, this is for you."

Rong Tang carefully counted out the ten coins and held them in his hand, then said mysteriously, "Qiaoqiao, are you going to keep this money for yourself, or give it to your mother?"

San Ya said, "I can't give it to mom, nor to dad. I need to buy medicine for mom."

Doctor Zhang yelled, "Hey, buy medicine from me! Give me the money."

Rong Tang slapped his hand away. This old man was cheating the child again.

"Qiaoqiao, I don't know where to put the money, you can give it to Chuncao for safekeeping. Occasionally buy your mother some delicious food. If she is full and drinks enough, she will gain weight and nothing will be wrong with her. Then there will be hope for her to have a little brother."

In my impression, Zhou is still too thin and her face looks unhealthy. Even if she takes medicine to get pregnant in this state, it will cause great damage to her body.

When San Ya heard this, she thought it made sense, so she handed the silver to Chuncao. After a few rounds of this, the silver finally ended up in Chuncao's hands.

Only Chuncao knew that even if she kept the silver, she might have to return it to the little girl at some point in the future.

San Ya scratched her head. She went out and picked some mushrooms, and still had a few coins left in her hand. It seemed like she hadn't lost out.

She picked up her small backpack and was about to leave, with a wild rabbit in it.

Rong Shen smiled innocently, "I used your backpack, this is my reward."

Xiao San Ya was confused and left in a daze.

"I was not mistaken."

The person who spoke was Tang Fuyun, "You are not a bad person. Bad people would not be so gentle to girls.

"Hey!"

Rong Tang had a toothache. It turned out that this was how Young Master Tang judged people.

"I am a bad guy! Bad guys always pretend to be gentle."

"You're not pretending." Tang Fuyun insisted on his opinion. "You saved my sister without a single hesitation. It was a subconscious action. A person who is willing to sacrifice himself to save others is not a bad person. You must marry Tiantian."

"I go!"

Rong Tang scratched his hair. This Young Master Tang was really stubborn. He was completely immersed in his own wishes.

Rong Zhan came over and asked Rong Tang to let him have a word with him. "Master, don't argue with Young Master Tang. You won't understand. He's a well-known stubborn man in the capital. Once he makes up his mind, nothing can stop him."

Rong Tang looked at Tang Fuyun again. His long, wavy black hair, tied atop his head like a football, had a punk vibe. His face was a blend of Eastern and Western styles, his features three-dimensional and handsome, yet gentle. He was a true mixed-race handsome man, and he didn't look stupid at all.

By the way, he never had the chance to ask the Tang brothers and sisters why they looked so extraordinary.

After Tang Fuyun finished talking to him, he walked silently to the door of the room where Zheng Changzhi was taking a bath and stood guard. Xuanque glanced at him without saying a word, as if he was an acquaintance.

When the whole yard was filled with fragrance, Zheng Changzhi had finished washing, changed into clean clothes, and was pushed out in a wheelchair by Old Wen.

At that time, Rong Tang was about to walk back into the house with his crutches, but when he met Zheng Changzhi's face, he was suddenly stunned. All of a sudden, all kinds of complicated emotions surged in his heart, including surprise, panic, confusion, and even fear.

He rushed forward, grabbed Zheng Changzhi's hand, and called out, "Zheng Jiu, what's wrong with your leg? How did you get injured? When did you come to Beidi?"

Xuan Que and Rong Zhan immediately stepped forward, one grabbed the wheelchair and moved back, while the other pulled Rong Tang back.

Xuanque: "Bold..."

She still held back. After all, Rong Tang was the eldest son of the Earl's family and a descendant of nobles in the capital.

Rong Zhan said hurriedly: "It's a misunderstanding. Our master has recognized the wrong person."

Suddenly he was stunned, and after careful recollection, didn't Zheng Jiu, the Shaoqing of the Dali Temple in the Southern Dynasty, look like this?

The same eyebrows and facial contours, only the skin color is a few shades different, and the temperament is slightly different.

Zheng Jiu has a healthy wheat-colored complexion typical of a man, and his temperament is elegant yet tough as a martial artist.

Zheng Changzhi doesn't like going out and never exercises, so his skin is sickly pale. He is extremely handsome but also extremely feminine, and his dignity is accompanied by a hostility.

This is simply a joke from God.

Rong Tang came back to his senses and stammered, "I'm sorry... so... I'm sorry, I, I lost my composure."

He thought that seeing Zheng Jiu again would be smooth sailing, but it turned out that he had not yet reached that level.

He leaned back on his crutches again, but in his panic he leaned on the wrong one and got it stuck on the other side.

Zheng Changzhi's eyes were deep, "Prince Rong, you are using the wrong crutch. The other side should be correct."

Rong Tang added, "Actually, it hurts on both sides, so I'm switching between the left and right."

His back looked disheveled, like a wet mouse, dejected and gloomy.