Although Fu Yunlang was eager and responded quickly, he was not the first person in the room to react.
Seeing that Wen Xiaoyun was about to collapse to the ground, Hu Dongcai, a subordinate in the execution room who was closer to her position, was the first to leave his seat and rushed to Wen Xiaoyun in two steps. One hand suddenly reached forward and grabbed the back of her neck, and the other hand hurriedly He grabbed her arm and pulled her up.
Wen Xiaoyun, who was originally fine, was now being strangled tightly by the tight collar, almost losing his breath.
When Fu Yunlang saw someone coming forward, he suppressed his worry and slowly sat back. What he didn't expect was that Hu Dongcai, who rushed forward, not only failed to help, but actually wanted to kill Wen Xiaoyun.
Before Fu Yunlang's butt touched the chair, he stood up quickly, stretched his hand forward, and pointed at Wen Xiaoyun, who was already blushing. She is extremely weak, so don’t let her get hurt again.”
Next to him, Yang Zhou was made to feel extremely comfortable by Hu Dongcai's series of actions.
He wished that Wen Xiaoyun, who had walked in through the back door of Yin Tuiguan, would be strangled to death on the spot.
"Hey~" He crossed his arms, leaned on the chair and raised his eyebrows with a smile but not a smile, and said in a strange way, "Master Fu, Secretary Wen is a man after all, how can he be so weak? Besides, Hu The executioner's intention is entirely good, if Wen Shuli doesn't come up with it in one breath, it will probably be a disaster."
Fu Yunlang was so angry at these words that his head jumped, but he did not argue with Yang Zhou. His eyes were still fixed on Hu Dongcai, and in a serious tone that could not be argued, he ordered: "Hu Xingfang, will Wen Shu The official helped him sit down and gave him a glass of water to calm down."
Hu Dongcai then looked up at Fu Yunlang, frowned and said with an unusually solemn expression: "In response to your honour, this Wen clerk is seriously injured internally. If this series of cases hadn't happened at this moment, he would have been in the Liu Family Medical Center." Museum of acupuncture treatment.
After all, Secretary Wen is still a child. When something happens, he forgets his original plan. I think the most urgent task for the party is to send him to the hospital as soon as possible. I was afraid that if I were delayed, I would miss Secretary Wen's condition. "
Fu Yunlang's expression suddenly changed.
If it were normal, he would definitely send Wen Xiaoyun to the hospital as soon as possible.
But now the situation is very difficult.
Because this case has not really reached a conclusion until now.
Some crucial evidence is also needed.
If Wen Xiaoyun was sent away now, and Yin Nuo came back from outside, without knowing anything about her reasoning, the business would be easily delayed.
But if Wen Xiaoyun is not sent away now, his condition may be delayed.
Without a good body, no matter how talented a person is, he cannot last long.
Yang Zhou looked at Fu Yunlang's hesitant look, and his disdain in his heart became even more intense, "Master Fu, after all, people are the most important thing. Send Secretary Wen to the hospital now. Otherwise, even if Staying here is just making blind inferences and guessing."
Fu Yunlang's face became darker.
He had a very solid premonition that as long as there was no clear-thinking Wen Xiaoyun in this room, Yang Zhou would definitely overturn all previous conclusions. As a layman, I can only be at their mercy.
"Master Yang——" Fu Yunlang hesitated and was about to answer Yang Zhou's proposal when there were two knocks on the front door.
Fu Yunlang's eyes lit up instantly. It would be great if Yin Nuo came back at this time.
But when he heard the voice of the person outside the door clearly the next moment, Fu Yunlang's heart suddenly went cold.
"Sir, please instruct Your Majesty Yang Zhituo to ask for an audience." The officer outside the door raised his voice and reported back.
When Yang Zhou in the room heard this sentence, his eyebrows suddenly moved, and he turned to look in the direction of the door. Without waiting for Fu Yunlang's instructions, he shouted back at the top of his voice: "Please come in quickly, Yang Jiaoyu."
The yamen servant inside walked forward, opened the door, pointed in the direction of the room with his finger, and respectfully welcomed Yang Zhituo in.
At this time, Wen Xiaoyun had been helped back to her original position by Hu Dongcai. After moving Wen Xiaoyun closer to the chair, Hu Dongcai impatiently handed over his hand and turned around to walk to his seat.
Wen Xiaoyun covered her chest with one hand and supported the table with the other, barely supporting herself and raising her head while panting slightly.
Today, Yang Zhituo was seen wearing a lavender fur cloak. The not too thick cloak swayed and swayed as he walked, like satin over water, it was really elegant and free. He wore a black gauze hat on his head and a serious official uniform underneath. But with the big cloak, his fair skin, and his handsome face, he didn't look like an official who knew how to speak in an official manner at all. He looked more like a former official. The romantic and talented man walked out of the painting.
Wen Xiaoyun's heart moved.
The name of a county's Jiaoyu means that it is an official who mainly teaches and trains students, manages some religious matters, and performs sacrifices in Confucian temples.
The second hall is currently reviewing the case. Logically speaking, unless it is a major situation, the teaching officials will not get involved.
But Yang Zhituo walked in in front of him like this. What was his purpose?
