Wen Zhong pushed Lao Geng toward the military camp and asked, "What letter?"
Lao Geng handed him the letter in his arms.
Wen Zhong took it and opened the letter while mumbling to Lao Geng:
"Old Geng, since you're here, why don't you give your apprentice some pointers? Don't be in such a hurry to leave. Let's have a drink at my house."
Lao Geng didn't say yes or no.
Anyway, after the general finishes reading the letter, I'm afraid he won't have time to think about drinking with him anymore.
It was exactly as Lao Geng expected.
After reading the letter, Wen Zhong was stunned for a long time.
for a long time.
He turned his neck stiffly and looked at Lao Geng:
"This letter..."
Lao Geng was very calm: "Oh, Lao Liao wrote it."
Old Liao is the steward of Dingyuan Marquis Mansion.
Wen Zhong's breathing became a little disordered.
The hand holding the letter was shaking uncontrollably.
How could...
How could this be?!
His mind was full of thoughts like "The lady has been poisoned for many years, and the old lady allowed the servants in the main courtyard to go out and play, while there was no one to serve them in the main courtyard."
It was only at this moment that he vaguely remembered that every time he came home, his wife would be hesitant to speak.
There was also the dissuasion of others when I brought Lele to the military camp today, and my wife's reaction at that time.
Everyone sincerely advised him to keep his son.
Only the lady just cried.
He vaguely remembered that the lady seemed to wink at him.
Marquis Dingyuan slapped himself in the face.
I regret that I am so slow!
"Old Geng, is there an antidote to my wife's poison?"
When he came to his senses, he subconsciously grabbed Lao Geng's shoulders as if he was holding a life-saving straw.
Old Geng sighed softly, "The poison has penetrated into my bones. One year at most."
Although they were just nine simple words, Marquis Dingyuan, who had been in and out of the enemy camp three times, felt dizzy and staggered.
Old Geng hurriedly supported him: "General."
A little worried.
Dingyuan Hou stood still and calmed his mind: "Blame me. Blame me."
Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something and took Lao Geng's hand:
"Old Geng, it's just right. Can you help me take Lele's pulse?"
He previously thought that his son was so fat because he was spoiled with food and drink.
But now, a trace of doubt arose in his heart.
Upon hearing this, Lao Geng immediately understood what the general meant, and his expression changed slightly:
"No way? General, are you overthinking it?"
Although he said this, his steps did not slow down at all as he followed Marquis Dingyuan.
Wen Zhong smiled bitterly: "I hope so."
He hoped he was overthinking it.
But reality gave him a hard slap in the face.
After taking the pulse, Lao Geng sighed: "General...Alas~"
Marquis Dingyuan could no longer hold on.
Wen Le blinked his big round eyes twice, looked at his father curiously, and then at Uncle Geng.
The innocent eyes were full of doubt and confusion.
Why do his father and Uncle Geng have such expressions?
She was only eight years old, so cute and endearing, how could those people bear to do that?!
Lao Geng felt uncomfortable.
He raised his hand and rubbed the little guy's head: "Don't worry, Uncle Geng is here, you will be fine."
"ah?"
Little Lele tilted his head and asked, "Uncle Geng, am I sick?"
The soft and tender little voice almost made Dingyuan Hou unable to hold back his tears.
He sniffed and was about to say something to comfort his son.
Then I heard Lao Geng say:
"Yes, I just got a minor illness. It's nothing serious. With Uncle Geng here, everything is a small matter."
"hey-hey!"
The little guy grinned, and his chubby face was full of pride.
"That's right! I'm in great shape! I can eat anything! Grandma says I'm blessed!"
The little guy puffed out his chest proudly.
But because she was too fat, her round belly was exposed first.
Lao Geng pinched his soft little face amusedly: "Yes, yes, our Lele is the best."
"hey-hey!"
The little fellow who received the praise immediately climbed up the pole:
"Uncle Geng is the best! Uncle Geng, can you please talk to my dad and let me go back? Grandma will miss me if she can't see me!"
Old Geng's heart skipped a beat and he asked him:
"Only your grandmother misses you. What about your mother?"
"mother?"
The little guy tilted his head, "Mom should... miss me too, right?"
"Um?"
Lao Geng and Wen Zhong realized that something was wrong with this statement and looked at each other in surprise.
Old Geng hurriedly asked, "Why do you say that? Aren't you sure your mother will miss you?"
The little guy shook his head and nodded.
After confusing Lao Geng and Wen Zhong, he finally explained:
"My mother never liked me staying at home. She always asked me to go out and play with my friends."
Wen Zhong frowned tightly.
There are so many unusual things in the house, why didn't he notice them before?
Old Geng also turned his head to look at Wen Zhong.
Wen Zhong gave a bitter smile and walked away: "I'm going back home. Old Geng, you..."
"I'm going with the General!"
Don't even think about letting him stay in the barracks!
He has already pursued his dream.
Now, live for yourself!
Wen Zhong was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing. "Why are you doing this? Can I force you?"
Lao Geng just sneered and walked out:
"Is Lele going back or staying in the military camp? If he stays here, I'll teach the recipe to my apprentice, and you can take Lele back once every two weeks."
hehe!
The general never forced him to stay.
But he has naughty hands!
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