686 Letter from Home
"Master, we're here." Erhu became excited and pointed at the house in front of him.
"Hahaha, hahaha, Ping An, Ping An, you're here. I missed you so much, Master. Hahaha."
A figure rushed down quickly.
Ping An stood beside the carriage, curled his lips and smiled, suddenly used a modified version of his Qinggong, and walked forward lightly.
Erhu and Sanhu grinned. Their master had been thinking about Master Ping'an ever since he came back, but the eldest master, the old master and the old mistress would not allow him to go out again.
Master Shi San hugged Ping An tightly and said, "You little brat, I missed you so much."
Ping An smiled and said, "Master Wei, you left on the 16th day of the first lunar month. Today is exactly the end of March, only two and a half months."
Mr. Shi pouted and said, "You are a heartless person. How many two and a half months in a year?
Ping An, Master really misses you, and misses Mu Yang even more, and misses the outside world even more. I have been free and easy for three years, and now I am back in the mountains. I am really not used to it. "
He patted Ping'an on the shoulder and walked towards Sun Sicheng and Sun Wen with a smile.
"My Lord, Mr. Sun, we meet again.
Don’t be fooled by the fact that there are mountains and forests everywhere. There is an open area not far to the east. The area within a hundred miles of Ziteng Mountain belongs to my Shi family. This is my old house. I will take you around later.”
Sun Sicheng and Sun Wen waited with a smile for Master Shi Sanye to finish speaking before they greeted each other.
Sun Sicheng said, "Master Shi, please take us to where we are staying. We are really hungry and tired, and it is getting late. We will meet the old master, the old lady, and the eldest master tomorrow morning."
"That's natural, that's natural, I'll take you there."
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Ping'an Marquis Mansion.
Just as Wan Changsheng was about to get on the carriage, the doorman handed him a letter, "Master, there is a bodyguard outside the door looking for you. He said there is a letter from Jiao County."
"Oh?" Wan Changsheng walked quickly to the gate of the courtyard. As expected, he was an old acquaintance in SF Escort Agency.
"Master Wu, did you bring the letter for me?"
The man bowed and said, "Master Wan, our escort company passed through Jiao County a few days ago. Doctor He Daqiang asked me to bring you a letter, but this time I didn't bring anything."
Wan Changsheng took the letter and took out a tael of silver from his purse: "It's just a small token of my appreciation. I'd like to invite you, Master Wu, to have a cup of tea. Would you like to come in and sit down?"
He didn't care whether the money was taken by Master Wu alone or shared by other people.
"Master Wan, if you are busy, I will go back. We just arrived in the capital."
After Master Wu left, Wan Changsheng became uneasy.
It is not normal to bring a message with nothing else. There was no message for the second and third strongest people, which was not normal.
He opened the letter, and after just a moment, his eyes turned red.
How could this happen?
Wan Changsheng walked to the backyard, feeling very confused.
Ping'an was not at home during this period. He went out early and came back late every day.
He didn't know how to tell his wife about the letter. When he touched the letter in his sleeve pocket, his eyes became even redder.
"Husband, why are you back again? Did you forget to bring anything?" Mei Niang was just about to go to Awu's yard. Her son and grandson were not at home. Fortunately, Mu Xuan was there. Mu Xuan would occasionally go to the farm, but she was at home today.
"Husband, what's wrong with you?" Mei Niang found something wrong. Her husband's eyes were red and there were tears in them. Her son had been away for nearly eighteen days. Could it be...
Her face turned pale.
Wan Changsheng saw his wife trembling slightly and immediately guessed what was going on. "Mei Niang, you are safe and sound. I think it's almost time. Let's go back to the yard and talk."
Mei Niang breathed a sigh of relief, as long as nothing happened, it would be good.
No matter how capable Ping An is, she can't help but feel worried when he leaves her alone.
Wan Changsheng helped Mei Niang sit down.
He took out the letter; this matter could not be concealed.
"My dear, there is a letter from home. The escort just delivered it. I just took a look. Your father has been gone for forty days, but he didn't suffer. He passed away in one night. And..."
Before Wan Changsheng finished speaking, Mei Niang burst into tears. They had originally planned to go back to their hometown in the first half of next year.
"My father is only in his early seventies this year, not too old, why can't he live a few more years? Dad, your daughter can't even see you for the last time."
"Mei Niang, on the day Dad passed away, Mom died without being able to catch her breath. She died too, without waiting for anyone to save her."
Mei Niang stopped crying.
She stared at her husband. No way. She must have heard it wrong. How could such a weird thing happen?
Wan Changsheng nodded at him with difficulty. "Both of them are gone. Daqiang said in his letter that he couldn't wait for us to return to bury them. This letter was written the day after they left."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mei Niang fell down.
Wan Changsheng hugged her and said, "My wife, my wife."
Mei Niang was pinched on the philtrum and it took her a while to wake up.
Tears started flowing before she could say anything, and she opened her mouth but no sound came out.
Wan Changsheng carried her to the bed and said, "My wife, Erqiang is away with Ping'an, I have to tell Sanqiang about this immediately. He is the grandson of my parents and he has to go back to observe mourning for a year.
My wife, even though my parents have already been buried, we still have to go back with Sanqiang and pay our respects at the grave."
Mei Niang burst into tears.
If she had known that this would happen to her parents, she would have brought Ping'an back home in the first month of the year. Perhaps Ping'an could have diagnosed the hidden dangers in her father's health by then, and her parents could have lived another three to five years.
A quarter of an hour later, Awu learned about this and took Xiao Muxuan to her parents-in-law's yard. Soon, a burst of sad sounds was heard in the yard again.
After Wan Changsheng left the yard, he had to go to Sanqiang in person. Sanqiang returned to his hometown to observe mourning for a year, but he didn't have to worry about having nothing to do after a year, as Ping'an and Chang brothers could help him.
A year later, I wonder if my two uncles are willing to come to the capital.
Three days later, Wan Changsheng left the capital with Mei Niang and the Sanqiang family, accompanied by Tong Lin and ten other guards.
How could Ping An know at this time that his parents were returning home?
"Master, let's schedule the surgery for Master Uncle on the morning of tomorrow. The other parts are not too difficult, but the bones below the knee are difficult to recover to normal."
Sun Sicheng was silent for a while.
"Okay, the surgery will be scheduled for the morning of the day after tomorrow. Master Shi's physique is still pretty good, and there are a lot of good medicinal herbs here. If you and I work together, we may be able to help him recover to normal.
When we talk to the old master and the old lady later, we should be careful with our words. We should not be too humble, nor too confident.
The old man's illness is somewhat complicated. He has many old age diseases. He has to treat his stroke while also treating other illnesses, so his recovery is not obvious so quickly.
As for the old lady, you gave her acupuncture this afternoon, and she drank medicine while you were doing it. It was a two-pronged approach, not seeking a cure, but only to slow down the progress. If you can cure her to this extent, it can be basically confirmed that it was successful, after all, she is already that old. "
Ping An naturally understood what his master meant.
It’s just that the old man is old. In a few years, he will be eighty years old. Even if there is something, it doesn’t matter.
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