Several of Zhao Laoliu's bad friends looked at him, and they were all shocked and speechless. They just stretched out their fingers and pointed at Zhao Laoliu.
"What's wrong with you grandsons? Isn't it because I'm so brave that I scare you? Are you so envious?" Zhao Laoliu said with a smile even though he was feeling unwell.
The few dandies who were brought in to prove it all opened their eyes wide and pointed at Zhao Laoliu's face.
A bolder person said nervously:
"Sixth Young Master, your orifices are bleeding..."
"Haha" Zhao Laoliu just laughed, but he couldn't laugh anymore. His heart was in angina and his heartbeat suddenly stopped.
Immediately afterwards, the whole person fell down with a crash.
"Hurry, save him quickly. It's hard for us to explain what happened to him." The person who spoke quickly stepped forward, called to the people next to him, and picked up Zhao Laoliu together.
In the morning, the streets were crowded with people. The few people holding Zhao Laoliu could not move at all. In desperation, those few people shouted:
"Go away, go away. Something happened to the Sixth Young Master of the Zhenguo Palace. Who can take care of it?"
Immediately afterwards, under their arrogant attack, everyone walked through the noisy market, grabbed a carriage, and sent Zhao Laoliu back to the Zhenguo Palace.
When Zhao Laoliu's biological mother knew that her son was injured, she quickly arrived with people. Those who were invited to treat Zhao Laoliu's injuries were also brought over to treat Zhao Laoliu's injuries.
Inside the room, the doctors tried their best to treat Zhao Laoliu, who had begun to roll his eyes and his body was getting colder. Outside the room, Zhao Laoliu's mother, Mrs. Wang, was looking at the boys kneeling in front of her.
"Dun dun dun"
The golden crutch struck the ground, making a sound of gold and stone, and the people kneeling on the ground couldn't help but become nervous. If the old lady pursued this matter, she might not be able to escape the involvement, and even her own family would be implicated.
"Mother, what's wrong with your sixth brother?" Zhao Wubing, the Duke of Zhenguo, stepped forward and carefully looked at his sulking mother, fearing that he might accidentally make her angry.
The silver hair on Mrs. Wang's head, who was sitting on the Grand Master's chair, trembled slightly. It was obvious that Zhao Laoliu, an old man, was her favorite. Now that something happened to her favorite, how could she not worry.
There was no news in the house, and Mrs. Wang was confused. She pointed her crutch at the people kneeling on the ground and asked sharply:
"Tell me, what did you do with my sixth child? Why did he get sick?"
The people kneeling on the ground lowered their heads, not knowing what to say.
At this moment, the door was opened, and the four doctors walked out with mournful faces and bowed their heads like dead relatives. When they saw Lord Zhen Guo and Mrs. Wang, they all lowered their heads, but did not dare to speak.
"How is Lao Liu?" Although Mrs. Wang already had a bad premonition, she still couldn't help but ask, hoping that the doctors could give her an answer that was different from her premonition.
Dr. Sun, who was in charge, raised his head and looked at Mrs. Wang's expectant eyes, but he still sighed and pretended to be more solemn and said:
"Sixth Young Master is dying. He has expired. When he was brought back, he had stopped breathing and his body was cold."
"What?"
The old lady stood up and pointed at Dr. Sun, trembling but unable to say a word.
Seeing that his wife was so excited, Lord Zhen Guo quickly stepped forward, supported his wife, and shouted to Dr. Sun:
"Why is this happening? My brother is so healthy. Did you quack doctors kill him?"
"Oh my son..."
Lao Mrs. Wang couldn't bear the blow. She cried twice and then collapsed in a fit of rage. Fortunately, the Duke of Zhen was holding her, otherwise she would have fallen to the ground.
Several doctors also hurriedly stepped forward, supported the old lady, checked her pulse, and pinched her philtrum.
Zhao Wubing, the Duke of Zhenguo, had a dark face and ordered the doctors to treat his mother, while he stayed where he was to investigate the cause of his brother's death.
Walking into Zhao Laoliu's room, Zhao Wubing approached the bed with a dark face. He saw that his brother's face was pale and his body was cold. He knew that these doctors were not lying, but a perfectly good man died in just one day.
, how could he, the older brother, accept it.
He walked out of the room with a dark face and looked at the people kneeling on the ground. He was shocked. These dandy boys usually messed around with his brother and he couldn't control them, but now they actually killed his own brother.
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The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, he pointed at those people and said loudly:
"Tell me, what did you do with the sixth child last night? If you don't tell me in detail, I will let you bury my brother with him."
The few people kneeling on the ground had no choice but to carefully tell the truth and not dare to hide anything.
When those people explained the context of the matter clearly, Zhao Wubing's face turned even uglier than before.
"Damn it, my brother actually died immediately after getting sick. This is so embarrassing."
Realizing that this incident would affect the reputation of the Zhenguo Government, Zhao Wubing turned his head, looked at his confidants and said:
"Go to Wanhua Tower now, capture those women, and block the news. Anyone who dares to comment will be beaten to death in the capital."
Immediately afterwards, he turned his attention to Zhao Laoliu and several bad friends, and scolded sternly:
"Lao Liu is messing around, and you friends are letting him do what he wants. Don't you think you can give him some advice?"
"Master Zhen Guo Gong, we really tried to persuade him, and those golden flowers testified, but the Sixth Young Master didn't listen to the advice, and even scolded me, saying that I was envious of him."
Zhao Wubing was indifferent. He knew that his younger brother was in a bad mood because of a hidden physical illness. Now that he was finally cured, he ended up like this again. It was really unfortunate for the family.
"Master Zhen Guo Gong, the old lady has turned her back on her health. She just needs to take some medicine and nurse herself back to health. She will be fine. She wants to see you." A slightly younger doctor stepped forward and conveyed the old lady's words to Zhao Wubing.
"I know." Zhao Wubing stood up, glanced at the people kneeling on the ground, turned around and followed the doctor to the old lady's room to visit the old lady.
On the way, Zhao Wubing looked at the young doctor and said with a complicated expression:
"Why did my brother die?"
After saying that, he felt embarrassed at first, after all, it was not easy to say such embarrassing things.
The young doctor's steps stagnated. He looked around cautiously, and then whispered:
"As for the Duke of Zhen, the Sixth Young Master was already bleeding from all his orifices when he came, and there was no sign of poisoning. However, his body is extremely fragile. If I see him bleeding from his lower body, I'm afraid..."
After struggling for a long time, the young doctor still uttered a few words: "I will die immediately."
As he said, he lowered his head and did not dare to look at the Duke of Zhen.
"Damn, my family is unfortunate. This little lunatic, Zhao Laoliu, actually picked seven golden flowers in one night. Even ordinary people can't stand it. How dare he!"
Sulking, Zhao Wubing came to his mother's room. Looking at his weak mother on the bed, he quickly stepped forward and comforted her in a low voice, for fear that something would happen to his mother again.
"Wu Bian, what happened to your brother? He is less than twenty, why did he suddenly..."
As she spoke, the old lady shed tears again. She lost her son in old age, and she was still the youngest and most favored son. Mrs. Wang wished she could go with her son.
This was not the only thing that made her collapse. It can be seen that Zhao Wubing, the Duke of Zhenguo, who was accustomed to strong winds and waves, did not dare to say that his brother died suddenly due to that kind of disease.
The old lady's sobs made Zhao Wubing also feel sad. Even though his brother's death was embarrassing, he was his biological brother after all, so he felt uncomfortable.
The old lady looked at her lonely son and asked:
"Is Lao Liu's death a murder? I think that damn Zhao Wuyou is the most suspicious. Wu Bing, please take that Zhao Wuyou over and torture him to see if he secretly murdered Lao Liu.
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For the sake of his mother, Zhao Wubing nodded and echoed:
"My mother's instructions are that I will go out and send people to arrest Zhao Wuyou right now, and at the same time thoroughly investigate the cause of Lao Liu's death."
When Zhao Wubing mentioned Lao Liu's death, Mrs. Wang couldn't help but shed tears.
In the afternoon, everything was deserted outside the Duke's Mansion, and all the nobles in the capital knew that Zhao Laoliu had a romantic night in Wanhua Tower and then died suddenly.
A person is dead even if he dies, but the person who dies is so despised. In the Fengming Empire, there is no one except Zhao Laoliu. This chapter has been completed!