Chapter 912 Abacus
After this incident, all my previous efforts were in vain. Instead, I only helped my fourth brother.
This time, no one can shake the fourth brother's status in the hearts of the people.
He could almost imagine that it wouldn't be long before this matter became a miraculous story among the people.
The Eighth Master gritted his teeth and immediately glanced at the old men who had been clamoring to follow the eldest brother's orders.
But seeing those officials, now also foolishly followed those people and started fighting. The Eighth Master was furious, but he also knew that there was no other way.
"Let's go. Now that things have come to this, we should quickly inform Big Brother and come up with some solutions as soon as possible."
After taking only a few steps, Mr. Ba stopped.
"Big brother?" After saying that, Master Ba quickly stepped forward and said, "Big brother is here too?"
Prince Zhi nodded, then looked up at the Fourth Master above him and remained silent for a long time.
The Eighth Master followed his gaze, turned around, and frowned as he said, "Brother, at this point, if we don't harden our hearts, I'm afraid we really won't have a chance."
Glancing around, the Eighth Master moved closer and used some force to grasp the Prince of Zhi's wrist: "Brother, imagine if you were Second Brother, who would you trust the most right now? And who would you hand over the power under your command to?
That man has now unknowingly become our strongest opponent. Whether it's vision, military strategy, or even his offspring and the women in the backyard, he is superior. Brother, this is an emergency, this is our last chance! Are you still hesitating? You know, as long as we..."
"Okay, stop talking!" Prince Zhi shouted coldly, interrupting the Eighth Master's words, and then slowly pried open the fingers of the Eighth Master's hand that was holding his wrist.
He turned his head and met the stubborn face of Master Ba. He finally sighed and patted his shoulder: "Let's go back. It's getting cold."
Mr. Ba was somewhat unwilling to give up. He turned back and took a look, but he knew the general trend of the situation. He was afraid that there was nothing else he could do now, so it was worth considering it in the long run.
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That night, countless people tossed and turned, but warming the wine was not one of them.
Speaking of which, Wen Jiuben was still worried. The Fourth Master asked her about the origin of the flashlight today. But he seemed to have forgotten about it. He didn't mention it at all, but instead pulled her to go through the account.
Accounting is a science that requires slow and repeated practice.
The abacus beads need to be twisted and kneaded gently, combining firmness and softness to squeeze out the oil and water, and then release it freely. This back and forth movement is what the Fourth Master loves.
Until the next day when she woke up feeling dizzy from drinking wine, the cold and handsome face of the Fourth Master was still in her mind, and he was talking to her seriously about the accounts.
But that hand is... but...
"Awake? Why are you here so early today?" Wen Jiu thought he had already gone out, but when she heard a sound, she subconsciously covered her face with the quilt. He chuckled and reached out to cover her face with the quilt. He mercilessly opened it and came closer to look at her.
"What happened to Jiu'er?"
Wenjiu's face flushed red, and he gritted his teeth in anger. In the end, he just gave him a vicious look.
This made the Fourth Master laugh again. He suddenly lowered his head and gently rubbed her cheek.
Wenjiu's face was hurt by the stubble, and she subconsciously wanted to push him away, but the Fourth Master seemed to have judged it in advance and clamped her fair wrist.
"Oh, Jiu'er is not satisfied?" The Fourth Master seemed to think seriously for a moment, then said, "Just wait until I come back, and then I'll help Jiu'er with some calculations."
Hearing him say this, Wen Jiu's mind exploded.
How could this person be so shameless?
When I came to my senses again, the person in front of me had disappeared.
"Master, master, what happened?" Liusu, who was warming the wine next to him, didn't respond for a while and was startled. He immediately came over and called out softly.
Wenjiu came back to his senses and patted his burning cheeks. After calming down a little, he asked, "What's wrong?"
"Yes, Your Highness. I seemed to hear You mention something about an abacus before You left. I wondered if You would like to use one. It's right here on the table. Could You please let me get it for You..."
"don't want!"
Before Liusu could finish her words, Wenjiu suddenly interrupted her with a loud voice.
Liusu was stunned: "Huh?"
"No! Take it away! Hurry up and take it far away! Don't let me see it!"
Liusu was stunned for a moment, then looked at the abacus again: "Yes."
I was deeply puzzled. Yesterday, my master had said he would take some time to settle the accounts, so why was he so disgusted with this abacus now?
Could it be that clearing the accounts is too tiring?
After thinking about it over and over again, she still couldn't figure it out. Liusu put the abacus away and ran back immediately.
Seeing that his master had almost finished dressing, he immediately came over to support him. "By the way, Master, there's news from Young Master Tanluan. He was out of danger yesterday. He was said to have woken up for a while in the middle of the night, and the eunuch on night watch even gave him something to eat."
"It's good that you're awake," Wenjiu heaved a sigh of relief after hearing that. But then he noticed that Liusu's face looked a little off, and he frowned, wondering if there was something else going on.
Liusu nodded slightly: "Master, you guessed it right. Doctor Wang came back in the morning and said... said..."
"What are you talking about? Tell me now! Are you trying to drive me crazy?"
"Master, Doctor Wang said... this external injury didn't harm the young master's body, but he... doesn't have much time left."
Wen Jiu was stunned: "What does this mean?"
"Doctor Wang said that the young master's headphones have burned out..."
Liusu glanced at Wenjiu's expression as she spoke, then added, "Master, Imperial Physician Wang is waiting outside the door. How about I summon him in so he can explain everything to you?"
A moment later, Doctor Wang came in and bowed to warm the wine.
Wen Jiu waved his hand: "Don't bother with these empty formalities. Just tell me what's wrong with him."
Doctor Wang paused for a moment before saying, "To answer the Concubine's question, this young master has been suffering from a severe physical condition. His pulse suggests a congenital deficiency, a heart attack, but not an ordinary one. Judging from his pulse, this young master probably won't survive more than three days..."
"What did you say?" Wen Jiu's pupils shrank suddenly. He was usually in very good health. Although Guangci was not an ascetic monk, he had traveled all over the country over the years. Tanluan was his disciple and was inseparable from him. How could his health be bad?"
I vaguely remember Old Nine and Old Ten beating him up once. Even though they knocked him unconscious, he still looked calm and breathless when he got up. He'd been jumping around and full of energy all those days with me. How could he be so frail? It was impossible.
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