Royal Beloved Black Wife Chapter 108

   Chapter 108 嗖Ni, seek medical attention (1)

   On the night with the cold wind howling, the man in black robe dragged heavier and heavier steps to the front of a quaint and atmospheric mansion.

   raised his eyes, read the words on the plaque clearly, and the heart that mentioned the throat finally slowly fell back to the same place.

   He raised his left hand with difficulty, trying to knock on the scarlet door, but the door suddenly opened from the inside.

  Instinctively, he swayed and hid aside.

"Master, you don't need to send me off, it's late at night and it's windy, you can go back." Yao Lang pulled the thin blanket covering Mr. Zhang's lap, "I'm most worried about you, you must take care ."

   Mr. Zhang patted his slightly conscious leg, and sighed and smiled: "I've already lived to this age, I should watch it, eat what I should eat, I have no regrets."

   "Master! You are not allowed to say such nonsense!" Yao Lang interrupted him with a hint of eagerness.

   Mrs. Zhang laughed: "Just kidding! I haven't seen you get married and have children, so I'm not willing to go! I'm not willing to go!"

   Yao Lang's eyes dimmed slightly when he heard the words. He didn't tell the grandfather all about Bizhu, but said that the girl's family suddenly disagreed, so he sent her back. The grandfather had always trusted him and had no doubts. If the grandfather knew that he and the girl were already married, and he... did such an unforgivable thing again, I'm afraid he would never forgive him in this life.

"What are you thinking about?" Mrs. Zhang noticed something was wrong with his expression, so he said tentatively, "Are you still thinking about that girl last time? Oh, it's a pity I didn't see it. You should take a look. If you like it, I will come to the door to propose a kiss to you!"

   Yao Lang said that the girl's family did not agree, so Mrs. Zhang thought that they looked down on his status as a bodyguard. If he came forward, the marriage would still be possible.

  Yao Lang shook his head: "No, fate cannot be forced."

   When I said this, my heart shrank obviously, as if something was suddenly tightening it. This kind of feeling is not very comfortable.

   took a few deep breaths, forgot it, and forced a smile, "Miss Chu promised to treat your leg, and she will definitely treat you. You don't need to worry or rush her."

   If she doesn't come, there must be a reason for her not coming.

   That woman does not like being forced or urged.

   But she will never forget what she promised.

"Okay, I won't rush her, that girl, her temperament is too weird, if you accidentally irritate her, maybe she won't show it to me." Mrs. Zhang said with a smile, and patted her reluctantly again. On Yao Lang's shoulder, there was a slight flash of water in his eyes: "Go! Don't miss me! When you arrive in Kashgar, no matter which tribe you are assigned to, do your best!"

   Yao Lang nodded solemnly: "Okay, I remember, you go back! I watched you go in and I'll leave."

  Since his legs were broken, Mr. Zhang moved out of the Zhang family and lived here alone. The most difficult years were spent by Yao Lang with him. For him, Yao Lang was no different from his own grandson.

   Mr. Zhang wiped his eyes and said nonchalantly, "Don't leave! I will write a letter to Prince Zhuge, please don't go."

   Yao Lang squatted down, looked up at the old man's wet eyes, and said with relief: "I will come back, I will come back safely, but you, if you have nothing to do, try not to leave the house. If you go out, bring a few more guards with you."

   "What happened?" Mrs Zhang asked.

   Yao Lang said: "Do you still remember a few Mobei fine works who were caught by Putuo Temple last time?"

   Mr. Zhang nodded.

   He added: "We caught four, three were killed and one injured, but one escaped. The government is catching people everywhere, maybe he has already infiltrated the capital."

   Mrs. Zhang laughed. After laughing, he waved his hand and said with some emotion, "Impossible! Do you know who trained the Defense Department and the Praetorian Guards?"

   "I know, it's General Ouyang." When he mentioned Ouyang Jue, Yao Lang's eyes were full of respect. Just as those who follow the literature must know Confucius and Mencius, there is no one who has not heard of Ouyang Jue's name. At the age of seven, Ouyang Jue pierced through Yang at a hundred paces. At the age of ten, he carried a gun to the battlefield. At the age of twelve, he sneaked into the enemy camp alone and plucked the head of the Prince of Mobei. At the age of fifteen, he was trapped in the Qishan Mountains with three hundred soldiers. However, 20,000 enemy troops attacked. No less than…

   About his legend, even three days and three nights, cannot be exhausted.

   Mr. Zhang said: "Yes, it's him! No one will join the army that he has trained!"

   Unless it is himself, but how is that possible? He has been dead for fifteen years.

   But Yao Lang was still worried, and his mother-in-law warned him a lot.

   The more he warned, the more heartbroken Mrs Zhang became. In the end, he couldn't bear it any longer. He was afraid that he would lose his temper on the spot and make the child uncomfortable, so he turned his face away and instructed the servant to push the wheelchair in.

Yao Lang fixedly watched the servant push the grandfather into the door, and watched them close the door until only the door was left in sight. He knelt down, kowtowed three times, and then got on his horse and galloped towards at the end of the road.

   Soon after he left, the door was slowly opened.

   Mr. Zhang was pushed out by the old tears.

   "This child, this child... I raised him in vain, look! Just leave! This child!" The grandfather said, wiping his tears.

   The little servant hurriedly advised: "That's right, it's no use! It's useless to think about him! As I said, it's best to ignore him for the rest of your life!"

   Mr. Zhang gave him a hard knock.

  The boy stuck out his tongue.

   After such a commotion, Mr. Zhang's mood was better: "Go in."

   "Hey, good!" The boy pushed the wheelchair through the gate.

  Suddenly, a shadow blocked their way.

   The little servant was so frightened that he screamed, but before he could scream, he was tapped by the other side.

   Mr. Zhang raised his head and looked vigilantly at the man who was full of suffocation and blood: "Who are you?"

   The black-robed man took off his cloak, revealing his stern face.

   "Master, long time no see."

   Mrs. Zhang leaned over, looked at it for a long time, and then opened his mouth: "Ah-you...you...you..."

   The black-robed man nodded weakly: "It's me..."

   (end of this chapter)

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