Chao Yu Jie

As the saying goes, ten fingers are connected to the heart, when the blood flowed like an infusion when saving people, Shangguan Jiu never felt pain, but when the doctor scrubbed and applied the medicine, he felt the pain unbearably.Seeing that his wound was an inch wide, Wen Zhuo could empathize with him, and he could not bear the concern on his face.In this era, there is no such thing as disinfection and antibiotics. Wen Zhuo was worried that Shangguan Jiu's wound would be infected and his limb would be amputated, so he kept asking the doctor if there would be any sequelae.

This action fell into Shangguan Jiu's eyes, but it had a different taste, this gentleman immediately forgot even the pain, and felt so flattered in his heart.

Wen Zhuo saw his Tao Taoran face, as if he had lost his head due to the pain of the injury, he kept booing and asking for warmth.

Naturally, Shangguan Jiu didn't want to lose face as a man, so it didn't matter if he said it straight.

After a while, Wen Chou and Shangguan's family just arrived. The servant in charge of Shangguan's family saw that the young master was seriously injured, and was so anxious that he didn't know what to do.Fearing that they would lose face, Shangguan Jiu reprimanded: "A man has to draw his sword to help when he sees injustice in the world, not to mention what kind of friendship is there with me?! But a mere injury is nothing to worry about, so it's worth making a fuss about!"

Seeing that Wen Zhuo was fine, Wen Chou felt relieved, thanked Shang Guanjiu again and again, and wanted to send him back in person.Shangguan Jiu didn't agree, but after exchanging a few words, he led a group of servants away.

When the two brothers returned home, Wen Shiyu had received the letter and couldn't even sit still, so he hurriedly greeted his son-in-law and looked him up and down. Seeing that Wen Shiyu was drinking well, he was relieved, and praised Shangguan Jiu for his brave actions. The son of Shaoqing of Weiwei Temple, Zhongzheng Suzhi is a good friend.He knows how to say this and forgot that he scolded Shangguan Jiutong Cao San and others a few months ago for being idle and obscene all day long, they are really Beijing moths!

Not to mention anything else, Wen Shiyu went to interrogate the assassin at night, and Wen Zhuo also went.

Ordinarily, setting up a torture hall by oneself is a felony, but for Wen Shiyu, the most important thing in this meeting is to find out who instigated this assassin, so as to avoid further harm to his family.

That young man was stubborn, no matter how he was tortured, he just refused to speak, if he opened his mouth, he would curse the family of the Marquis of Xiangyang with such a vicious curse.

Others would do the tricks of extorting a confession by torture. The Wen family father and son just watched through the window pane. Lin Yueniang is seven points alike.

Wen Zhuo sighed, and said, "There's no need for an interrogation. This man is Lin Tongsi."

Wen Shiyu glanced at him sideways, and said: "That's the case, and he should suffer a lot."

This is true, his own son, really Wen Zhuo was killed by him, so he would presumably think that he missed the previous time and wanted to stab the fake one to death.Chen Rui doesn't have the mind of the Holy Mother, and no one would be happy to have such a calamity flying on the road.

He nodded, and said something to his father: "Don't kill me, too."

Isn't this nonsense?The father glanced at him like this, and the two returned to Wen Shiyu's calligraphy and sat down to drink tea.

After Lin Yueniang confessed last time, Wen Zhuo didn't believe her completely, and sent Chen Shuang and others to find out that Wang Shang was the cheap brother-in-law of the third son of the Marquis of Kangding, but Lin Tongsi was not found at that meeting. But mixed with beggars.

Wen Shiyu was very angry, and scolded someone for being too deceitful.It's just that there are some things that I can't say to my son, and I will sulk if I hold it back.

Wen Zhuo was also speechless, sitting in a daze, his hands were not idle, he played and rubbed the jade deer on his waist repeatedly, and couldn't help but ironically thought that it would be better if Yin Hecheng was the one who would be in charge in the future than the present prince .

It's just that the world is as black as crows, so who knows what will happen in the future?

The father and son thought about it separately. Although Wen Zhuo knew that Wen Shiyu must have plans, but hated himself for not being able to help, he couldn't help but said: "Father, although the son is useless, anyone who can contribute will definitely be willing."

Wen Shiyu took a deep look at him, but didn't know what he was thinking, and said, "Father knows what's in his mind, you can go to sleep."