Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 52: If I don’t take revenge, how can I be a human being? (1)

The luxurious palace looks magnificent from a distance, but it is still magnificent when viewed up close. However, it has become a little more rustic and mottled due to age. The Daning Palace has not been repaired for a long time.

Inside the Yanying Palace, Emperor Ning was reviewing memorials accompanied by coughs. Although he was in his prime, his hair was already mixed with strands of gray, and his eyes were filled with fatigue and turbidity.

In the court, there are many boastful people who are extremely confident;
There are many scumbags, harboring filth and dirt;
Most of them are idle and only care about themselves.

Occasionally, there are people who are loyal to the emperor and the country, but the news they bring is often very bad.

Thinking of the Minister of Revenue, Emperor Ning felt a sharp pain between his eyebrows. The peace that had briefly lasted for several years among the four kingdoms of the Central Plains was probably coming to an end. The State of Chu had recently been preparing for war, and the Xiongnu were even more precarious to the north.

And what wars are fought for is money and food.

The two problems were like two huge mountains pressing on Emperor Ning's chest.

Eh... Let's not think about these troubles for now. Emperor Ning turned to look at the other side of the table, where there was a special memorial without a signature.

Open it, there is not much content: Junma has a brain disease, and it is getting worse!
Brain disease?

Why is it getting worse?
Emperor Ning frowned and picked up the next memorial, which was also unsigned:

The county horse is suspected to know the magic of palm thunder!
Emperor Ning's eyes suddenly widened, his lips twitched slightly, and his fingers trembled. After a few breaths, the memorial was thrown far away by Emperor Ning.

What the hell is this!

After a long time, Emperor Ning silently picked up the memorial again, and his expression gradually became solemn as he looked at the contents at the back.

……

Another few days of leisure.

After Luo Yuheng learned what happened at the Song family, he chuckled and arranged for someone to send Song Zhen an old horse, saying that Song Zhen could ride a horse when his legs were inconvenient. As for how to get on a horse with a broken leg, that was not Luo Yuheng's concern.

Time has unknowingly come to July, and even the daytime has become a little cooler.

The refreshed medications included two bottles of rifampicin, each containing 100 tablets. While this wasn't enough for a quadruple regimen, it was far more effective than isoniazid alone and could also prevent drug resistance to a certain extent. Song Yan also learned from Yu Shuang about Luo Tianxuan's condition. She seemed to be getting better each day, but she wasn't fully recovered. It was as if the disease had taken root in her body, unable to be eradicated. Song Yan was powerless to help. Tuberculosis was a difficult disease to treat, requiring a long treatment cycle.

The sixth day, a sunny day.

For Ningping, which has been experiencing rain for several consecutive days, this is a rare good day.

boom!
boom! boom! boom!
In the yard, Song Yan's punches became faster and heavier, and the wind from his fists became louder and louder.

This is Taizu Changquan, which is said to be a style of boxing created by Taizu of Zhao State. It is most suitable for military exercises. The moves are simple, with only straight punches, thrusting punches, chopping punches, and hook punches, but they are fierce and domineering, and coupled with a strong physique and internal strength, the destructive power should not be underestimated.

The most basic moves in the Central Plains martial arts world, the kind that every martial artist knows.

Perhaps it was because she had previously practiced martial arts with Zhang Long and Zhao Hu that the sister-in-law felt that the overly complicated moves were not suitable for her as her brother-in-law. After all, after studying for so much time, she had only learned three moves: Double Fingers Penetrating the Eyes, Black Tiger Heart-Ripping, and Yin-Stirring Divine Kick.

In Luo Tianyi's opinion, Changquan might be more suitable for Song Yan.

In front of Song Yan, a tree as thick as a bowl was shaking violently, the bark was cracking, and the leaves were falling.

Behind him, Gu Banxia was sitting on the steps, supporting her chin with both hands, looking at her brother-in-law with a smile.

Suddenly, another punch hit the tree trunk.

Click.

With a crisp sound, a clear fist mark was left on the tree trunk, which was as thick as a bowl, and cracks spread like a spider web.

Song Yan stopped and let out a long breath, his expression gradually regaining calm. Looking at the mark left on the tree trunk, he thought that if this punch had hit Song Zhen's other leg, it would have broken that leg as well.

Gu Banxia brought a basin of water and washed her face, feeling refreshed. "According to my son-in-law's instructions, we've already assigned people to monitor all thirty-two shops."

The thirty-two shops are nominally Song Yan's dowry, but these shops cannot bring any profit to Song Yan. I'm afraid he will have to pay a lot of money out of his pocket every year.

Judging from recent surveillance, these shops have actually had decent customer traffic, and are unlikely to be losing money. Therefore, a large portion of the shop's profits must have been embezzled by someone.

And this person must be Yang.

After all, the owners of these shops are almost all distant relatives of the Yang family.

Song Yan did not act rashly. This was not a problem that could be solved in a short time. Even if he knew that these people had cooked the accounts, it would be useless. For these professional shopkeepers, they had enough ability to make the fake accounts so perfect that you could not find any faults.

Of course, he would not be the one to be taken advantage of. He had his own arrangements for this matter, but... it would take time.

After cleaning up, he went out with Gu Banxia. There were two carriages parked in front of the Luo Mansion.

Tomorrow is the seventh day of the seventh month.

For people in this world, Qixi Festival is a very important festival.

Every Chinese Valentine's Day, a poetry gathering is often held, which has almost become a routine. Literary talents are most enthusiastic about it. If they can write a good poem or a good lyric at the poetry gathering, they may be able to seduce... bah, capture the heart of a young lady.

Even if you are not chosen by a young lady, it would be nice to be chosen by a noble lady.

What is a romantic talent? This is a romantic talent.

Song Yan was not very interested in these things. After all, his mind was filled with all the famous poems and articles in the history of China for two thousand years. Putting them in this world was simply a dimensionality reduction attack. If he threw a poem of "Magpie Bridge Fairy" there, he was afraid that the literati of Ningguo would never have to write any Qixi poems again.

However, upon entering the Luo Mansion, Luo Yuheng had already told him that she would take him to the Qixi Festival. Perhaps she wanted him to see the world and avoid being so ignorant. Although Luo Yuheng hadn't said it explicitly, her mother-in-law was very considerate of his reputation. In Luo Yuheng's opinion, Song Yan's personality had probably been distorted after ten years of imprisonment, and his occasional brain attacks were evidence of this.

If I could see more of the world's prosperity and make more friends, perhaps my brain disease would be helped.

Carriages had already been prepared outside the Luo Mansion's gate. Luo Tianshu and Luo Tianquan were in the rear carriage. Seeing Song Yan, they waved, indicating that Song Yan should ride with them. At this moment, the curtain of the carriage in front was also lifted. It was Luo Yuheng who poked his head out from inside. Seeing Song Yan, he immediately said happily: "Yan'er, come here and accompany mother."

Although it was somewhat against etiquette, Luo Yuheng obviously didn't care about it.

Behind them, Luo Tianshu and Luo Tianquan looked at each other and could see the helplessness in each other's eyes.

Ever since their brother-in-law married into the Luo family, the two brothers have fallen out of favor, but they are happy to have some free time. After all, they know their mother's character very well, and she can be quite a headache when she's clingy.

……

Just as the Luo Mansion was preparing to set off, on the other side, at the Duke of Song's Mansion, a carriage slowly drove out from the back door.

The car was covered with a thick animal hide cushion, and a person sat on it. One arm was hung up and wrapped in a white cloth, and one leg was also fixed in a splint. He looked quite miserable.

But it was Song Zhen.

In just a short time, the once tall and muscular Song Zhen had become significantly thinner, his eye sockets deeply sunken. His injuries hadn't healed, and even less than ten days later, the slightest tremor could cause him to feel sharp pain in his arms and right leg.

He should have been lying in bed recuperating, however, there were some things he wanted to do personally.

After experiencing the last blow, Song Zhen may have grown a lot. His face looked unusually calm, but his fingers were constantly stroking a jade pendant.

The jade pendant was emerald green, with a plum blossom pattern on one side.

But it was exactly the same as the jade pendant that was returned to Song Yan before.

If I don’t avenge my broken legs and arms, how can I be considered a human being?

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