C91 The Same Old Illness

Fu Ting stopped Fu Ximen with a shout. "You still dare to say that you have no other choice?" He took a step forward and approached the useless elder. "You were pregnant with that widow while she was mourning. Where do you think your grandfather is? Where did you put the face of the Zhongyi House? "

Ye Qingcheng, who had no idea what was going on, finally realized that the west gate had long abandoned the Fu Clan. No wonder he became a bandit. He blamed himself even more. Why didn't he ask back then? His hot-headedness had attracted such a person.

The leader of the Talisman Pavilion didn't wait for Fu Ximen to speak. He only scolded him repeatedly, "As the grandson of Uncle Zhong Yi, how dare you rob a good citizen during the war? How dare you commit the crime of killing your head? Thousands of civilians could drown the residence with just a mouthful of saliva. Each of them could take hundreds of lives from the Fu Family with a stone. Do you know what the meaning of Zhong Yi's title is? If the government knew that His Majesty knew, could the title left behind by his ancestors still be preserved? Is the head on your shoulder a pig's head or a pig's head?"

" Unfaithful and disloyal are considered unfilial! "Fu Ting's beautiful eyes were filled with hatred." Your son Fu Hua, following by my side, at least has some prospects. He has also earned back the face that he should have. You are a good father, but you don't want a good descendant. You want to drag a good child to be a bandit's son alive. "

Just as he was about to curse, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen. "Ah -" Fu Tingzhi screamed and fell to his knees.

Was it coming again? He waved away Xuan Zhicheng, who had panicked and came to support him. Fu Tingzhi struggled to support half of his body. "Because of you, I have this indescribable illness. Every month, my stomach aches as if I would rather die than live. It's all because of you that your son, Fu Hua, will never be able to stand up straight in his entire life... Stand up straight and act like a human. You... What, what else do you have to say? "

After a round of scolding, the elders finally woke up. "Robbing innocent civilians during the war... disloyalty and disloyalty are seen as unfilial..." Fu Ximen thought about these words and finally found the way. "Young Master, you want to chase me out??"

At this moment, Fu Ting was in so much pain that he could no longer speak. He leaned on Ye Qingcheng and only looked at his own brother.

"When did you enter Uncle Zhong Yi's house?" Fu Xuanzhi sneered, "May I ask the old master on the west gate, what is your rank in the house? Besides this name, what is your name? " This person definitely could not be recognized. Fortunately, the old lady did not recognize this person even until her death.

" You, you! "Fu Ximen suddenly shouted. His entire body shook like a madman. His voice suddenly became low:" You can drive me away. It's just Fu Hua. "

"Bang!" A roll of paper was thrown in front of Fu Ximen's chest: "Look carefully. Fu Hua is the eldest son of Uncle Zhong Yi's great master, Fu Shen. How does it have anything to do with you?"

Fu Ximen's hand trembled as he opened the contract. He carefully read the book and the seal. "Plop!" He sat on the ground: "Since that's the case, I have nothing to say..."

"Handprint..." Fu Tingzhi pointed to the other contract in Xuan Zhi's hand and said, "Press it... Make, make him scram."

Fu Xuanzhi quickly took out the seal box and handed it over. "We don't want to cut off your life. If you want to stay in the manor, you must not say that Fu Hua is your son. Otherwise, I will definitely ask the manor lord to chase you out. "

Fu Ximen pressed his hand seal and picked up another contract from the ground. He straightened his clothes and bowed deeply: "I will leave the manor now. From now on, Fu Hua will be the son of the great lord and will have nothing to do with me." After saying that, he turned around and went to open the door.

Unexpectedly, Fu Hua and Fu Rong were outside the door when the yard door opened. In particular, Fu Hua was standing in the middle. His blood-red eyes were staring at his father. His lips trembled for a long time before he squeezed out two words. "Take care."

Why did Fu Ximen see his son? He raised his arm and then put it down. "Little Young Master looks like Great-Grandfather Ji. He's a lucky man. He will definitely have great achievements in the future." After saying this, he left the manor without looking back.

Fu Ting did not expect Fu Ximen to leave immediately. After all, they were connected by blood and could not bear it. "You..." He pushed Ye Qingcheng a few times, but he could not say anything.

"I know, I know." Ye Qingcheng handed Xuan Zhi over and ran out: "Don't worry." By the time he said this, Xuan Zhi was already far away.

Fu Hua stood there in a daze for a while. He saw Fu Rong and Xuan Zhi supporting the tormented Fu Zhizhi. Fu Ting Zhi, who was in so much pain that his face was bloodless, looked at him with a pair of eyes. He refused to enter the house no matter what. "Eldest Young Master..." He called out to him and quickly walked over to help him into the house.

Fu Hua lowered his face and cut Fu Ting's pulse. "Just like the symptoms last time, I'll open a prescription to suppress the pain right now."

"Fu Hua..." Fu Ting's aura was weak as he called out to him. "In the future, can you call me Ting Zhi? Xuan Zhi and I should also change our way of addressing your big brother."

Fu Hua's body stiffened for a moment. He opened his mouth for a long while before saying, "Ting Zhizhi, take a good rest. Big Brother will go and prescribe medicine for you now."

"Thank you, Big Brother." After Fu Hua had walked far away, he turned his face and said to Fu Xuanzhi, "You have to help father."

Fu Xuanzhi hurriedly nodded. "Big... Second Brother, don't worry. Xuan Zhizhi understands." He helped her massage the blanket again. "Bear with it for now. It will be better after the medicine is brewed and drunk later."

"It will always be painful for a few days." Fu Ting smiled bitterly and said, "Where's Brother Rong?"

Fu Rong leaned over and said, "He is here."

"Go and take a look at Brother Ye's head. We can also give him some silver and some food..." He took a breath and said, "There are also shoes... Look, if you want to put them on, give him a pair too..."

"That's enough." Fu Xuanzhi saw that her face had turned pale from the pain and was still thinking about the disappointing Fu Ximen. "I know the arrangement. Can you rest in peace?"