The lingering autumn rain kept falling, and the patter of rain beat on the window lattice. Lu Jia, who looked pale, was lying on his bed.
He was sick, and very sick.
The entire Lu family was in complete chaos. In fact, everyone knew very well that if Lu Jia died, the entire Lu family would also be gone.
"Master, how do you feel about your health? Are you feeling better?
The old servant of the Lu family looked at Lu Jia worriedly.
"How many years have you been in the Lu family?"
Lu Jia suddenly asked confusedly.
"Master, why do you ask this?"
The old servant was a little uneasy. He clearly felt that Lu Jia was in a very wrong mood when he spoke.
"Clang clang clang!"
Lu Jia stretched out his hand tremblingly, and then tapped the bed board with two fingers.
"I have been in the Lu family for thirty-seven years this year! If you hadn't met me and brought me back, Mr. Xiang, I'm afraid I would be a withered skeleton now!"
The old servant replied quietly.
"In the blink of an eye, it has already been thirty-seven years? I remember that I had just been promoted that year, and my father was still alive. I was the elder of his family..."
Lu Jia's face was full of memories, as if he was recalling what he looked like when he was young.
"Master, you'd better rest first. The doctor said that this disease is caused by taking it too seriously. As long as you rest peacefully for a while, you will be fine!"
Lu Jia coughed violently as he spoke, and the corners of his mouth were dripping red.
The old servant hurriedly came forward to wipe his face and help him calm down.
"I was only twenty years old at that time, and the city of Panyu was so beautiful at that time! In spring, I remember that there were little white flowers blooming everywhere outside the city wall. I couldn't even name them, but I thought they were very beautiful anyway. Very beautiful…”
"Master, stop talking, stop talking!"
The old servant quickly knelt on the ground and kept begging.
But Lu Jia seemed to be possessed, vomiting blood while talking about things from his youth.
"Go to the doctor, go and call the doctor!"
The old servant wiped his tears and gave instructions loudly to the outside.
After the doctor came and inserted a few silver needles, Lu Jia gradually regained her composure.
He fell asleep again in a daze, and it wasn't until he fell asleep that a look of relief appeared on his face.
"How is the master's health? Tell me the truth. If you still reply with those nonsense words, I will kill you directly!"
After coming out of Lu Jia's room, the old servant suddenly grabbed the doctor's collar and said viciously.
"The Prime Minister is just too preoccupied. After years of accumulation, he is a bit sick from overwork! As long as he is willing to stop and recuperate for about half a year, he will definitely be able to recover as before!"
After listening to the doctor's words, the old servant had a wry smile on his face. If Lu Jia could stop for half a year, things would really change in South Vietnam.
The battle between him and the emperor has now begun and is about to reach a fever pitch. If he stops at this time, what is the difference between that and committing suicide?
"You know what you should say after you go out. If you dare to reveal the Prime Minister's condition, I think you will really get tired of living!"
Seeing that it was almost as he imagined, the old servant gave the order directly in an angry tone.
"I know it, I know it!"
The doctor quickly knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.
It's just that he had just gone out, and before he had gone very far, he was knocked unconscious by a group of men in black, and then thrown into a carriage...
"Is Lu Jia seriously ill?"
Zhao Tuo asked leisurely.
"Back to the king, the doctor said that his illness is very serious. If he can survive these seven days, maybe there will be a future. If he can't survive, there will be no future!"
A man in black replied in a low voice.
"Let the old priest in the palace go and take a look! I want him alive!"
Zhao Tuo took a deep breath and said.
"Why is this, Your Majesty?"
The black man was stunned and didn't understand why Zhao Tuo did this?
"Just do it!"
The expression on Zhao Tuo's face was a little complicated, and he waved his hand casually and said.
Although there were many times when he wanted to completely eradicate the Lu family's influence, it was definitely not now.
He already knew about the autumn grain collection. The failure of the grain harvest was a fatal blow to them. At this time, he had to find a way to get through this difficulty.
But it is too difficult to do this just by relying on his own strength. Now he must reach an agreement with Lu Jia.
Otherwise, once the two sides turn against each other, South Vietnam will be faced with disaster.
Although the King of Changsha is dead, within a few months at most, the Han Dynasty will definitely make its next move.
Whether peace could be maintained between the Han Dynasty and South Vietnam, at this time, Zhao Tuo was beginning to wonder.
Things between countries cannot be judged based on emotions at all.
Although during this period, they have tried their best to hide the news of the food harvest failure, but only God knows what the actual effect will be!
There are several old priests enshrined in the royal palace of Nanyue, all of whom possess extraordinary skills.
These people were strange people that the First Emperor specially collected from all over the country in order to prevent his army from not adapting to the weather in Lingnan when it went south.
It's just that these people have been hiding in the palace since the founding of South Vietnam and almost never go out.
This is the first time they have stepped out of the palace!
The old minister in the palace actually came forward in person and went to the Lu family to treat the prime minister. The news soon spread to the manor outside Panyu City.
Of course, this level of information is very expensive. Just such a light sentence is worth 30,000 yuan, and it has been paid!
"It seems that Zhao Tuo has felt the crisis and is trying to repair the relationship with Lu Jia!"
Looking at the pattering autumn rain outside the window, Zhao Wengu had a sarcastic smile on his face.
"General manager, aren't you worried?"
Mr. Qin asked carefully.
"What's there to worry about? Trust relies on long-term accumulation and the common interests of both parties. The two of them have been inseparable for too long. They just want to build enough trust in just a few days. Is this thing so easy?"
Zhao Wengu's voice was full of contempt.
"Although I say that, if the two of them really join forces, I'm afraid we will be in trouble next time..."
Mr. Qin said with some worry.
"It doesn't matter. Even if they can establish a short-term trust, it will only take a gust of wind to destroy it!"
