The splendid medical relationship of Jiangshan

Chapter 316
The third letter sent by Lu Ling, let alone, is really something.

In his letter, he said that the third master of the Mingbu family had been to Liangzhou when he was young, and that was when he had Duan Lang with the Ji family. scold.

It's sort of like that.

Unfortunately, Duan Lang didn't believe a word.

With a livid face, he tore the letter into pieces, cursing in his mouth: "You son of a bitch! You are not born to your father!"

Thinking back on his past two days, the anger in Duan Lang's heart can't help but surge out.

There seemed to be a raging fire burning in the eyes, and the anger was visible to the naked eye.

Because of Ah Li's background, he couldn't eat well, and couldn't sleep soundly. He wanted to hide it from the people in the house, and he was debating whether to tell Ah Li the contents of the letter.

Before he could figure out why, he suddenly learned that his elder brother was not born in their family either!

However, it was precisely this second letter that made Duan Lang suddenly realize that someone must be playing tricks on him behind his back, so he made up this seemingly fringe story but cannot stand scrutiny.

After thinking about the whole thing, Duan Lang's mood was as if he had seen the sun through the clouds.

Then, today I received the third letter.

He laughed angrily: "This one is not his own, and that one is not his own. Take our family as a nursery!"

Duan Lang burned all the torn pieces of paper with a fire, and then walked out angrily.

He went to find Duan Zhao.

The preliminary examination of the scientific examination has ended, and many students are waiting for the results to be released, and Duan Zhao is no exception.

Seeing Duan Lang coming to Zhuxiangyuan, Duan Zhao put down the book in his hand and asked, "Your face is so ugly, what happened?"

"Brother, I let a bastard play tricks on me!"

"Oh?"

"You don't know, in the past few days he sent me letters from time to time, sometimes saying that A Li is not our own, and sometimes saying that you are not, and now it's my turn!

This bastard, don't let me know who he is, or his legs will be broken! "

"..." Duan Zhao looked away with a strange expression.

Duan Lang was only focused on venting his anger and didn't notice.

Hearing him swearing endlessly, until he had buried the opponent, Duan Zhao lightly raised his hand holding the scroll, and the rolled book tapped on Duan Lang's head lightly.

It can be regarded as making Duan Lang shut up.

He covered his head that didn't hurt, and looked at Duan Zhao in a daze: "Brother, what are you doing knocking on me?"

"... there was a fly."

"Oh."

Duan Lang didn't suspect him, he didn't think about it at all, where are the flies in this autumn.

He followed Duan Zhao like an idiot: "Brother, help me think about who is playing tricks on me behind my back."

Hearing this, Duan Zhao stopped pouring tea.

He once asked the boy to follow the beggar to bribe him to inquire about news, but unfortunately the other party was also wary and kept secret every time they met. The beggar didn't know what he looked like, but he guessed it was a young man based on his stature and his voice.

This found no use.

After taking a sip of tea, Duan Zhao asked Duan Lang, "Have you offended anyone recently?"

Upon hearing the word "offended", Duan Lang's expression was quite exciting.

The people he offended were like crucian carp crossing the river.

But if you want to say the most recent, it is Lu Ling, the son of the Minister of Rites.

Hearing Duan Lang mention this person, Duan Zhao's eyes moved slightly, and his usual gentle gaze was filled with the coolness of autumn.

If it is said that the original letter was made by Lu Ling, then everything can be explained.

For the Yingyue Lake incident, Lu Ling was on the spot!

The relationship between the two of them has always been at odds. If he saw the mark on the back of Alang's neck, it is very possible to use it to make trouble now.

Seeing that Duan Zhao's eyes were deep in thought, and he didn't speak again for a long time, Duan Lang couldn't help feeling strange: "Brother? What did you think of?"

"I'm thinking about the possibility that Lu Ling is the person behind the scenes."

"It's really him?!"

"Nine times out of ten."

Duan Lang became angry when he heard it: "This bastard! See how I deal with him!"

As he spoke, he was about to go out, as if he wanted to settle accounts with Lu Ling, but was stopped by Duan Zhao's light words.

"Aaron, don't mess around."

"Big brother..."

"You are not too young now, you should be more calm in everything, if you are always so impulsive, what troubles you will cause in the future, your family can protect you for a while, but not forever, you have to grow up on your own."

Duan Lang aggrieved and walked back to sit down, obviously unwilling: "Then let's leave it at that?"

"Since Lu Ling is sincere in harming you, he will definitely not stop here. I imagine that he will not be moved when he sees you read the letter. Maybe he will make up some further rumors to confuse you."

"I won't believe what he said!"

"But what if he produced the so-called evidence to prove that Ah Li was not from Uncle? Or did he come after me or you?"

"No matter who it's directed at, I won't believe it."

"Well, I'm relieved." Duan Zhao nodded gratifiedly: "Our family doesn't suspect each other, and we won't let outsiders take advantage of our hearts together."

Duan Lang didn't know how much he had heard, but in short, he didn't yell about going to Lu Ling to settle the score.

On his side, he stopped, but Lu Ling's side became restless.

He said such a big thing in his heart, and he swears what he said in the letter. Even if Duan Lang didn't fully believe it, he should have someone check it out. Why is there no movement at all?
After waiting like this for two days, Lu Ling finally couldn't sit still.

He took a few servants to wander the streets, thinking that if he could meet Duan Lang and tell him about the matter face to face, he couldn't believe that he could still hold his breath!
If Duan Lang gets angry, he will definitely fight him, so he will let the boy be beaten by him, and then go to Jingzhao Mansion to file a complaint, and he will also let Duan Lang taste what it is like to go to Jingzhao Mansion to eat in prison!

It happened to be a coincidence that Duan Lang happened to go out of the mansion that day to buy bean curd from West Street for Duan Yinwan, but when he came back, he was blocked in the alley by people led by Lu Ling.

He is alone, and there are seven or eight opponents.

Lu Ling smiled and said, "Hey! Isn't this the Second Young Master Duan!"

After finishing speaking, he pretended to be surprised and said cheaply: "Oh, no, it's not the son of the Duan family. Your surname should be Bu."

Duan Lang looked at him and gritted his teeth secretly: "Your surname should be Wang."

"What do you mean?"

"What do you mean? You should be called Wang Ba!"

"You!" Lu Ling was scolded by him, and almost forgot the purpose of his trip.

He suppressed his anger and sarcastically said: "Duan Lang, don't lose your temper with me, it's not that I changed your background, you can either blame Bu San Master for not recognizing you, or blame Duan Hui for hiding it from you."

"I blame your grandma for having a claw!"

"Damn it! If you don't eat the toast, you will be fined!" As he said that, Lu Ling beckoned the servant to beat him up.

But the boy who had been advising him before stopped him and reminded him not to forget the original plan.

Lu Ling resisted the urge to hit someone, and only asked the servant to push Duan Lang down and kneel in front of him, humiliating him as close as possible: "You don't recognize the third master, then you recognize me.

My son, call daddy to listen, daddy spoils you so much, hahahaha..."

After the words fell, the servants around him burst into laughter.

Even a big khaki dog in the corner barked twice.

Duan Lang glanced at the entrance of the alley, seeing no one coming, so he clenched his fists and told himself not to cause trouble.

He thought to himself that kneeling was nothing, and kneeling was common in the mourning hall.

He looked up at Lu Ling: "What's your name?"

"Dad."

"Hey! Good son!"

"Dog thing!" Lu Ling raised his hand to hit him, but was held back by the servant again.

Duan Lang laughed happily, and suddenly said: "I'm a dog, so what are you?"

As he said that, he suddenly turned his head to look at the dog in the corner, then looked at Lu Ling again, and said provocatively: "My son, what are you still doing in a daze, please greet your grandpa!"

Now Lu Ling really couldn't take it anymore, and clamored to come over and kick him.

Duan Lang was held down by several servants and couldn't break free. He closed his eyes tightly, and suddenly began to count: "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven...one, two, three, four, five, six, seven..."

Lu Ling was bewildered by his counting.

Several servants also looked at each other in blank dismay.

Lu Ling frowned: "What are you doing?"

"I called you!" Seeing Lu Ling's bewildered face, Duan Lang explained kindly, "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, there is no eight, forget eight, forget eight, that's bullshit.

I just said that you should be called bastard, you thought I was talking nonsense, I have thought it through.

Hahahahaha... Fighting with Lao Tzu, you little bastard is still young! "

"Duan! Lang!"

Lu Ling was completely angry now, and picked up a brick beside him to smash him.

(End of this chapter)