Mrs. Furong turned around and saw Li Wanzhou, who disgusted her to the extreme.
"Who do you think you are? How dare you interrupt the master's words?" Mrs. Furong became angry when she saw Li Wanzhou. Today she came back to complain about Li Wanzhou to the Marquis, but the Marquis ignored her at all. It is only said that Li Wanzhou was just following orders.
Although Li Wanzhou was ordered to sell the house, the ladies could not vent their anger on the Marquis, so they could only vent their anger on Li Wanzhou. At this time, seeing Mrs. Furong firing at Li Wanzhou first, they also followed suit and scolded first as a sign of respect.
Li Wanzhou's expression was completely indifferent.
Li Wanzhou refuted him, and Marquis Wenchang was also a little unhappy. He sincerely wanted to make Brother Jin his heir apparent. Brother Jin is the oldest, and Mrs. Mujin has a stable temperament, so she is the most suitable candidate. But he still asked patiently: "Wanzhou, what do you have in mind?"
Li Wanzhou looked at Wenchang Hou quietly: "The position of the heir apparent should be mine."
"You?" Mrs. Furong was the first to sarcastically say, "You didn't look in the mirror when you went out."
Li Wanzhou glanced at her sideways. Mrs. Furong suddenly shut up. Oh my god, Li Wanzhou's squinting movements looked very similar to the Marquis!
Her complexion suddenly turned pale.
Marquis Wenchang was not stupid. He immediately looked at Li Wanzhou suspiciously: "Wanzhou, what is going on? You are not my son, are you? If you look carefully, you and I have some similarities in facial features. …”
But there are only some similarities. If Li Wanzhou is really his son, he should be Xiao's mother. etc! No wonder he felt that Li Wanzhou looked like that old friend some time ago...
"I am." Li Wanzhou admitted briefly but forcefully.
He looked at Marquis Wenchang: "I am the son of the woman who once lived in the orange garden, the son of Su Niang, and your eldest son Cong Geer."
Marquis Wenchang looked at him with wide eyes and repeated his words: "Are you, are you Brother Cong? Brother Cong who is already dead?"
"I'm not dead. I was saved. But my mother-in-law is not so lucky. She died seventeen years ago, and her body is still in the charity village with nowhere to bury her."
Whether his mother is alive or dead is not that important. What is important is that he is still alive. His eldest son is still alive!
"Brother Cong has a birthmark on his left foot!" Marquis Wenchang suddenly said urgently.
Li Wanzhou sat down neatly, took off his shoes and stockings, revealing the birthmark on his left foot.
Marquis Wenchang's eyes turned red: "You, you are really my brother Cong..."
He wiped his tears and cried and laughed: "God have mercy on me, my son is still alive! But that bitch's son is dead!"
Brother Cong was in good health at the beginning and rarely got sick, but Song Mingjie was sick in his mother's womb. He suffered from three days and two days, either feeling uncomfortable or uncomfortable, which was like a medicine jar. As a man, he naturally prefers a child who is in good health, rather than one who is sick all day long and seems to be out of breath in the blink of an eye.
But Brother Cong was gone, and Lord Kangde took good care of Song Mingjie, and Song Mingjie's health finally improved.
The care in his heart gradually let go.
But one day, he discovered that his wife was secretly giving Song Mingjie Five Stone Powder.
Marquis Wenchang held Li Wanzhou's hand excitedly: "Good boy, you have suffered a lot these years. Tell me quickly, why don't you recognize my father these years?"
The father and son recognized each other and were filled with sadness.
In this room, Mrs. Furong sneaked up to Mrs. Mujin and whispered: "Sister Mujin, all your previous efforts were to make wedding dresses for others..."
When Mrs. Hibiscus heard this, her face was calm.
Marquis Wenchang took Li Wanzhou and left, leaving a room full of women.
He is already old, and what he needs most at this time is an adult son to support the family, not a room full of ignorant children.
Compared to Wenchanghou's excitement, Li Wanzhou was very calm. Even when Wenchanghou said that he wanted to change his surname back to "Song", he just responded lightly: "Okay."
Manager Kang walked in quickly and said he had something important to report. When he saw Li Wanzhou, he swallowed his words.
Marquis Wenchang smiled and said, "General Manager Kang, just tell me if you have something to do. Zhou'er is not an outsider."
Manager Kang looked surprised. What happened when the Marquis called Li Wanzhou so intimately?
"Your Majesty, Ma Sizhi is here."
"Oh, let him wait in the west courtyard."
Marquis Wenchang thought for a while and decided to test the eldest son's ability again: "Please wait outside later and listen."
Of course Ma Sizhi heard about Wenchang Hou selling his house to raise money to return to Qin Xiangxiang. Marquis Wenchang actually had to pay back the money because of the pressure from the eldest princess.
He came here this time because he couldn't wait to tell Marquis Wenchang about the news that the eldest princess was being imprisoned.
"It's really retribution!" Hearing this, Marquis Wenchang smiled so much that his wrinkles showed.
"That prostitute actually harbored the Di tribe's secret work... Let's see how she can argue this time!" He breathed a long sigh of relief, "Finally, I don't have to pay back the money."
"Master Marquis, I have another plan. I can kill Mrs. Qin once and for all, so that she will not cause trouble to Master Hou all day long." Ma Sizhi smiled gently.
"Oh, Ma Sizhi, tell me quickly!" Marquis Wenchang hated Qin Xiangxiang very much and wished he could get rid of him right away.
The night was dark, and when Ma Sizhi left Wenchanghou's Mansion, he had a total of 500 yuan worth of silver notes in his pocket.
He was still riding the sedan, walking back and forth, and finally got off the sedan, bought some rice noodles from a shop near his home, and asked the store to deliver them to his home tomorrow.
He bought some snacks, pocketed them in his sleeves and returned home.
There was a lamp left in the yard, and the fourth aunt had gone home long ago. At this moment, the mother-in-law was still doing needlework under the lamp.
The two children had gone to bed long ago, and occasionally they heard one or two coughs.
When Ma Mu saw him coming back, she asked him if he could have dinner.
He put down the snacks and said with a smile: "My child has used it. Mom, please don't do it again, or you may hurt your eyes."
"I won't do it for a while longer." Ma Mu agreed, and then said, "There is still hot water in the pot. You go and scoop out the hot water to wash yourself."
"My child has something to do. Mom, please rest early, so you don't have to hold the door open for me."
Since her son entered Dali Temple, his routine has been abnormal. Although Ma Mu was worried, she was used to it: "Then you should be careful."
Ma Sizhi agreed, went out and closed the courtyard door, then braved the night and went straight to Baoxiang Temple.
It was already late at night, and the old monk he was friends with was still awake and was inspecting the table full of medicinal materials in his room.
The young novice monk led Ma Sizhi into the door. The old monk raised his eyes and looked at Ma Sizhi carefully, then shook his head: "You look a little bad."
As soon as the young novice monk left, Ma Sizhi took out the banknotes from his sleeve pocket and put them all on the table: "There are five hundred coins in total here."
The old monk sighed: "This is the most money you have gotten in the past few years. But it is also the worst you have ever looked."
Ma Sizhi slumped in his chair: "If you want more money, you have to pay more. These five hundred coins are just a deposit. After the matter is completed, there will be another five hundred coins."
He offered a good idea, and Wenchang Hou was greatly pleased and rewarded him with 500 guan. He also promised to give him another 500 guan after the success.
The old monk sighed again. Ma Sizhi couldn't stand it anymore: "Old monk, don't sigh over and over again. You will lose your luck with sighing!"
The old monk hesitated to speak, but finally said some good news: "Maybe we can prepare the antidote this time."
Ma Sizhi was also a poor man. His two children were restrained by others using poison. On the surface, he had to obey his orders, and he was secretly asked to develop the antidote secretly.
It's a pity that his medical skills are limited, and it took him two years of development to figure out the ingredients of the poison.
"That's great." Ma Sizhi said tiredly, with no hint of joy. He was so tired.
Ma Sizhi just slumped on the chair and fell asleep, while the old monk continued to develop the antidote.
But at this moment, the young novice monk rushed in anxiously: "Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no, my brothers said that some Di people were drunk and causing trouble near Baoxiang Temple, and even stabbed a high official!"
