The long night has finally passed.

Although Wang's vicious woman was full of resentment, she had to be imprisoned in the Buddhist hall for further confinement.

What awaits her is still the square sky.

The quilt that is not warm all day long and the long night that never comes to an end.

Jia Cong looked at her staggering back being escorted away by the Qilin Guards.

I always feel that this person is already dead even if he is not dead.

What is locked inside the Buddhist hall is nothing more than a walking corpse.

Even, before Wu She can grow up, he will kill all the cause and effect souls and return to hatred.

People are doing it, and God is watching.

Good and evil will eventually be rewarded, and the way of heaven is reincarnation.

For Wang, a poisonous woman, Jia Cong lacked even the compassion and compassion he had for Wang Xifeng.

At this time.

It was already bright, and as far as the eye could see, the snow was dazzling everywhere.

After staying up all night, Jia Mu couldn't stand it anymore.

Wang just left.

Jia Zheng quickly ordered someone to bring a warm sedan and personally served Jia Mu back to Rongqing Hall to rest.

Jia Cong saw that she had not forgotten to ask Yuanyang to pick up the dragon head crutch before she left.

I just secretly find it funny.

That thing might be a bit of a deterrent to other people.

The cheap man who is generous with his family is really just a fire stick.

Jia She didn't even have the slightest bit of stage fright when facing that old lunatic in the Daming Palace.

Not to mention a mere dead object?

Send off Jia Mu Jia Zheng, Jia Jing will stay for a while longer.

After finalizing the affairs of the Jiangnan Zhen family with Wang Ziteng, he left and returned home.

Wang Ziteng let out a long sigh of relief.

I thought I could finally escape from the den of right and wrong that is Rongxi Hall.

I felt so happy all of a sudden that I even forgot about the fatigue of not sleeping all night.

He quickly said goodbye to Jia She, turned around and rushed out of the Hall of Rongxi.

He is not willing to let him stay in this damn place for any longer, even a minute or a second!

Just when he turned around, Jia She grabbed his arm.

Staring at him with a half-smile.

Wang Ziteng was so heartbroken by Jia She's laughter that he had to ask.

"Brother Enhou? What else can you do?"

Jia She said: "In three days, there will be another one million taels of silver sent. Don't forget it."

He can automatically deduct the one million taels he received from the Jiangnan Zhen family in exchange for family property and sacrificial land.

It’s already because this idiot has endured a thunderstorm for him, and he will definitely be miserable in the future.

Wang Ziteng took a deep breath.

She forcibly suppressed the urge to punch Jia She's peach-blossom eyes.

"Don't forget, don't forget!"

"Brother Enhou, don't worry."

When he goes back to recuperate, he will naturally go to the Xue family's old house to settle the score with that idiot Xue Wang!

Wang Ziteng broke free from Jia She's hand and rushed out of the Hall of Rongxi in three steps and two steps!

It's like there's a living ghost chasing him behind him!

Jia Cong, Jia She and his son looked at each other and laughed in unison.

After laughing enough, Jia She took Jia Cong back to the east courtyard.

Jia She asked as he walked: "Cong'er."

"How did you come up with the idea of ​​letting that idiot Wang Ziteng stand up to the thunderstorm in the Zhen family?"

Jia Cong smiled: "The sacred capital of Jiangnan is thousands of miles apart."

"That idiot Wang Ziteng is in the same camp as the Zhen family. Wang Ziteng sent his confidants to ask for documents, so naturally they won't shirk."

"You might even think that the old lunatic in Daming Palace has changed his plan."

"When the old madman gets the news from Jiangnan again, it will be too late to stop him."

To put it bluntly, he just made a time difference.

There are no mobile phones and computers in this era, and communication relies entirely on galloping horses and flying pigeons.

Jia Cong had a bad smile on his face: "When we get back the documents for the clan property sacrifice, that idiot Wang Ziteng will be scolded by the old lunatic."

Jia She raised his head and laughed loudly: "It doesn't matter if you get scolded, you won't lose any meat!"

Jia Cong suddenly remembered something.

He quickly grabbed Jia She and asked, "Dad, there are many secret guards in our house. The news won't be transmitted to the old madman through the guards, right?"

Jia She smiled proudly: "You think your father's Qilin Guard is just paper?"

How could he not have thought of this?

Where no one sees it, Qilin Guards are already everywhere.

No matter the secret guards or internal guards, no one can get even half a step closer to this Hall of Rongxi.

Today’s battle at Rongxi Hall.

That ghost woman Wang Xifeng was divorced and returned to her parents’ home.

Wang's poisonous woman continued to be imprisoned in the Buddhist hall until she died.

The idiot Wang Ziteng helped Jia She withstand the thunderstorm that concealed countless secret hands in the Jiangnan Zhen family.

Both father and son have big hearts.

Even the clouds and haze in the sky are so pleasing to the eye.

Return to the east courtyard.

Jia She and Jia Cong first went to the main room to visit Mr. Xing.

It happened that the pharmacy delivered Xing's first dose of medicine this morning.

When the maid in the room saw Jia Cong and his son, she quickly said hello.

"Don't worry about us, just give us medicine."

Jia Cong said lightly.

So he stood aside and watched the maid give medicine to Ms. Xing.

At this time, Ms. Xing was still unconscious.

How can it be done with just a small silver spoon?

The decoction flowed down the tightly closed lips, not even half of it was fed in.

In just a moment, all the handkerchiefs covering Ms. Xing’s body were wet.

Jia Cong frowned: "Why are you giving medicine to your wife like this?"

He didn't know if there were later medicine-filling devices in this era, so he didn't say anything.

The maid held the medicine bowl and looked at Jia Cong at a loss.

Jia She glanced at the maid: "What are you doing standing there stupidly?"

"Why don't you go to the pharmacy and get some long-lasting silver!"

Jia Cong asked: "Dad, what is Changliu Yinbo?"

Jia She pointed at Qi Youlu: "I ask you, Brother Youlu."

Qi Youlu smiled and said: "Third Master, that's what you use to give medicine to patients like my aunt."

Suddenly the maid came back with a long stream of silver.
To be continued...