Fortunate Young Gentleman

Rich Man Tang seemed to have a grudge against the courtyard wall. When the Tang family's servants demolished the wall, he himself stepped forward and gave it a few hammer blows.

To be honest, Tang Ning has been displeased with that wall for a long time. After it is demolished, he can go to Tang Yaoyao's yard openly and openly. He will no longer have to sneak around and feel like having an affair every time...

In this era, those who climb over the wall all day long are either thieves who steal things or scholars who steal young ladies.

Thinking about it carefully, it was wrong. Tang Yaoyao would move here in the future, so why would he go there?

Thinking about it this way, it's actually better to keep this wall. Rich Man Tang's body is so fat that he certainly can't turn over from the other side. Without this wall, wouldn't he be able to come over at any time?

No, why should I be afraid of him coming?

Tang Yaoyao walked out of the room carrying a small bundle. Rich Man Tang glanced at her and said angrily: "Stop!"

Tang Yaoyao stopped and asked, "What's wrong?"

Rich Man Tang said with a bit of resentment: "Before you two get married, please stay here honestly!"

Tang Yaoyao looked at him and could only put the small bundle back.

According to the wishes of Rich Man Tang, Tang Ning and Tang Yaoyao's wedding must be a grand affair. Except for the last step of entering the bridal chamber, all the required etiquette and rules must be followed.

The rich man of Tang Dynasty also asked someone to calculate the horoscope and calculate the auspicious day. The final date was set in half a month, that is, a few days after the Lantern Festival.

Before that, he took Tang Yaoyao to Ling's house, saying that he would stay there for a few days. During this period, Tang Yaoyao was not allowed to see him.

Tang Ning had greatly exceeded Tang Ning's expectations that Rich Man Tang didn't fight him. As for whether he would really agree to the marriage, Tang Ning never thought about it in the first place.

The New Year was full of joy, but there was always a hint of gloom lingering in Tangning's heart.

He stood on the street, looking at the door of a certain house.

The two mottled stone lions in front of Wu Liehou's house were also hung with white cloth. It was already early in the morning of the second day.

Dali Temple's investigation of the case was extremely fast. Not only did they find out the cause of death of Wu Liehou's son, but they also found out many evil things he had committed over the years.

Of course, Han Chong is dead, and his murderer has committed suicide. Everything has returned to dust. Perhaps because of his pity for Wu Liehou, Emperor Chen did not pursue Han Chong's crimes anymore. This case has come to a successful conclusion.

Marquis Wu Lie was extremely kind to others, and he did not belong to any faction in the capital. Even if they were not on good terms with him, few of the dignitaries in the capital had bad relations with him.

Therefore, early in the morning, many people came to express their condolences at Wuliehou Mansion.

"People cannot be resurrected after death. My condolences to you..."

"Oh, things are unpredictable. I only met Nephew Han Xian two days ago. I didn't expect..."

"The murderer of Han Xian's nephew has committed suicide. He can rest in peace under the Nine Springs."

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Wu Liehou stood in front of the mourning hall, and everyone came forward to comfort him. However, Wu Liehou seemed to have not heard, and stared blankly ahead.

"My condolences." Tang Huai stepped forward and said to Wu Liehou. When he turned to leave, his steps paused slightly.

He looked at someone in the courtyard for only a moment, and then walked away.

Tang Ning walked to the mourning hall, burned a stick of incense, and turned to look at Wu Liehou, but she didn't say any words of comfort like the others.

No one knows better than him how much Wu Liehou loves his son, and no one except Wu Liehou knows better than him how much this incident has hit him.

He looked more than ten years older than the one he saw yesterday. He originally only had a few sparse silver hair, which had turned gray overnight.

Wu Liehou looked at him and said in a hoarse voice: "General Tang is here."

Tang Ning looked at him and said, "There is no resurrection after death, Lord Marquis, take care of yourself."

"You are an old man. He died more than ten years ago. Why should you take care of yourself..." Wu Liehou waved his hand and suddenly asked: "Does it all blame me for Chong'er to reach this stage?"

Tangning was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes."

It's the father's fault if he doesn't educate him. Without Wu Liehou's overindulgence, there would be no arrogant and domineering Han Chong. The cause of yesterday is the result of today.

"Old General Xiao told me the same thing as you before." Wu Liehou sighed and said: "But I always feel that I owe them mother and son. I will give him whatever he wants. I want to make it up to him, Unexpectedly, he turned into a beast."

He limped out of the hall and said as he walked: "It's better now. After I die, I no longer have to worry about how he will survive in this world. It's great..."

Han Chong's death did not cause much disturbance in Tangning's heart. He had committed many evil deeds and deserved his death. With his death, there would be one less scourge in Beijing.

It's just that Wu Liehou is really pitiful. The white-haired man gave the black-haired man a favor, and the iron-clad man couldn't bear this kind of sadness.

When he walked out of Wu Liehou's mansion, Tang Huai lowered the curtain on a carriage on the street and murmured: "Why did the Ling family get involved?"

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Liujiacun.

Liujia Village is located fifty miles outside the west gate of the capital. Although it is not far from the capital, the people in the village are quite poor. They have made a living by farming for generations, but the land they cultivate does not belong to them.

Last year's harvest was mediocre, and many people in the village were unable to pay the autumn tax. The owner's family would send people to pay taxes several times a month.

At this time, the villagers of Liujia Village gathered at the entrance of the village and begged one person.

"Master Steward, please, please give me a few more months of grace!"

"Last year's harvest was not good, and we really can't pay the autumn rent!"

"Give me a few more months of grace, please..."

…

The villagers begged, but the steward was unmoved. He waved his hand and said, "If you can't pay the rent, stop farming. If you don't farm, some people want to farm!"

The villagers of Liujia Village looked at him with sad expressions on their faces and said, "You want all of us in the village to die!"

"Whether you die or not is none of my business!" The steward waved his hand and said to the people behind him: "Search door to door for me!"

Several servants responded, violently broke into the villagers' homes, and searched everywhere.

When a servant was about to break into a dilapidated courtyard, he was stopped by a strong man.

The strong man looked at him and said loudly: "The son of this family has just died, leaving only a widowed mother. If you still have some humanity, let her go..."

The servant pushed him away and said, "What's wrong with your son's death? If your son dies, you don't have to pay taxes?"

The servant rushed in, rummaged through the courtyard, and took out the little food in the house. An old woman in the courtyard was pushed to the ground during her struggle. The servant glanced at her and then strode away. .

The old woman fell on the ground and wailed: "My son said that you will never collect taxes from us again. You, the Tang family, don't keep your words and don't keep your words..."

The servant turned around, curled his lips, and said, "Who do you think your son is? Is he the emperor? What he says is what he says?"

"You said that as long as he does one thing for you, he will not charge taxes from us in the future..." The old woman said sadly: "How can you keep your word? If Feng'er dies, I won't be able to survive..."

"Auntie, which Tang family are you talking about?" A voice suddenly sounded from the side. The old woman looked at a middle-aged man who appeared in the yard and said sadly: "Is there any other Tang family in Beijing that belongs to Concubine Hui?" The Tang family..."

"It's the Secretary of the Tang Dynasty..." The middle-aged man knelt down, looked at her, and asked, "What did the Tang family ask your son to do for them?"

The old woman's eyes immediately became wary, she looked at him and asked, "Who are you?"

The middle-aged man took out a banknote from his sleeve, placed it on the ground, and asked, "Can you tell me now?"

"I, I don't know either..." The old woman looked at the banknote, swallowed her saliva, and said, "I only know what it is about revenge, about the Marquis..."

The middle-aged man stood up, glanced at her, and limped away.

The old woman looked at the extra banknote on the ground in front of her, with disbelief on her face...