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Chapter 233 Saving the Wife - Study Room Talk

Zhou Leng pushed Zhao Mingfeng into the yard and into the study, then closed the doors and windows.

Zhao Mingfeng kept smiling and said:

"Brother Du, just speak up. What else can I not listen to? There is no one else serving in my yard except An Liu now."

Zhou Leng sat on the chair himself. He looked at the other party and said seriously:

"I can cure your illness, including your hidden disease, but you have to tell me everything you know, including the current situation of the Du family and your plans, how you injured your leg, and whether Zhiliang Pavilion is going to be doomed."

Zhao Mingfeng looked at Zhou Leng and said:

"So what if you know it? How can one person change the world?"

The handsome man was sitting in a wheelchair in a plain dark robe. His face was sickly pale, and his expression at this moment was indescribably melancholy and lonely.

Zhou Leng replied:

"Brother Zhao can't, but that doesn't mean I can't. Now you are once again at the crossroads of choice. If you still don't make the right choice this time and choose to trust me, then your future and everyone's future will be visible."

Zhao Mingfeng looked at the confident man. He had been so high-spirited before. He was filled with emotion and thoughts, but he could only say:

"If you want to know, I will tell you something that everyone knows. It can be regarded as repaying your kindness for treating me sincerely. As for my illness, I won't die now, but sooner or later, everyone will die. It doesn't matter if I don't treat it. My heart is dead, so what's the use of this broken body?"

Zhou Leng looked at the other person and found that he actually looked a bit old. He didn't know what this peerless man who was not even twenty years old had experienced to become so old.

Handsome men really make people feel more distressed, otherwise Zhou Leng wouldn't care what the other person looks like.

Zhao Mingfeng didn't care about the other party's expression. He continued with some emotion:

"Brother Du, in fact, you have never really known me."

Zhou Leng looked at him seriously, waiting for him to tell the secret hidden in his heart. Maybe he had suppressed it for too long and hid it for too long, so he chose to tell part of it now to give himself a breath.

Zhao Mingfeng continued:

"In fact, I am the son of the prime minister of the dynasty. My original name was Yang Yingfeng. My family hoped that I could rise to the top of the world and become a royal wife in the palace. But in the end, I became Zhao Mingfeng and married into the backyard of the Du family. I was sent here by my family and the person I loved the most. My heart had long been dead, so even though Shan Hao drugged me after knowing that I was going to marry into the Du family, I still drank it despite noticing it."

These few sentences contain a lot of information.

Zhou Leng thought about it and thought that the other party might be the middleman between the Du family and the court. His mother was the prime minister, so who was the person he loved most? Could it be the current emperor?

Zhao Mingfeng saw that the other party did not look too shocked, so he smiled and asked, "Brother Du doesn't seem surprised?"

Zhou Leng replied:

"Brother Zhao has an extraordinary demeanor. What does your identity matter? You can't be the man who goes against the wind again. So to me, you are still Zhao Mingfeng."

Zhou Leng's words made Zhao Mingfeng happy. He smiled and said:

"I just regret that I met Brother Du too late."

The man was stunned after laughing. It seemed like he hadn't laughed like this for a long time. He continued:

"The imperial court is building a secret manor for making medicine and practicing medicine. Although it was built by the imperial court, there are many people from the Zhenliang Pavilion inside. Pang Sheng, who was supposed to go to Nanzhou with his wife, was a spy of the Shan family. He discovered this and was killed, but his secret letter was passed out. The Pavilion Master's trip to Nanzhou this time failed, and we have no chance to take the lead."

Zhou Leng thought about what would happen two years later. He frowned and asked:

"Now I'm afraid that the entire martial arts sect will join forces to get rid of the Zhenliang Pavilion first. I think we should disperse now and let all the brothers go out."

Zhao Mingfeng looked at Zhou Leng with a complicated expression. After a while, he said with a hint of sarcasm:

"Many people have already left here for Kyoto, but those famous doctors, pavilion masters, and you and me, where can we go? We can't hide away. The whole world belongs to the king. We can only stay here. That person's promise will never be fulfilled. Zhenliang Pavilion has become a chess piece to contain Meiwan Villa, and I am the chess piece that was abandoned."

There was a hint of pity in Zhou Leng's eyes, an emotion that was exclusive to beauties.

Zhao Mingfeng looked towards the door and continued in a low voice:

"My wife is burdened by me because she cares about the world, and I am the one who feels guilty towards everyone. So do you think there is any point in me living?"

Zhou Leng looked at him and felt that he was being dragged into an infinite illusion, and he was struggling to return to reality with powerlessness and frustration. He said nothing, and did not accuse or scold.

Zhou Leng only said one sentence:

"Thank you for what I have told you today. I'm sorry that I can no longer treat you because of what you have said and done. This is my home and no one can destroy it."

Zhou Leng turned and left, because the two of them had gone in opposite directions. Although they were no longer enemies, they were no longer friends.

Zhou Leng felt something different from the other party's words. Maybe Pang Sheng was able to discover the secret not because of how powerful he was, but because of that person's betrayal. Zhao Fulang might know or not, but he has always belonged to the court.

Zhao Mingfeng seemed to have been drained of all his strength, and he lowered his head dejectedly in his wheelchair.

After a while, An Liu's gentle voice was heard in the room:

"Master, there's actually no need to tell Du Ruo. He has a simple mind and is loyal to the Du family. Saying this to the Master is just cutting off his own path to survival. He may really be able to cure the Master."

Zhao Mingfeng was silent for a long time before he said:

"Now, I have no way out. There are not many people in this world who are sincere to me, and I don't want to deceive him."

An Liu comforted him:

"My wife didn't blame me, and she tried her best to heal your leg injury. Luocheng also said that they would stand together with the Zhenliang Pavilion. Why did you say that to Du Fulang?"

Zhao Mingfeng stopped explaining and said directly: "I'm tired, let me go to sleep for a while."

An Liu pushed Zhao Mingfeng to the window and carried him to the bed.

The room fell into a quiet atmosphere.

Zhou Leng's mood was a little complicated. After all, his mission was to protect Zhenliang Pavilion and Du Mengran. But now Zhao Mingfeng told him that Zhenliang Pavilion had become an abandoned pawn and a victim in the struggle between the martial arts world and the court.

Things got a bit out of hand.

When Zhou Leng walked back to her own yard, she ignored the gazes of the two little servants and walked into the study alone.

It was sunny outside, but the light suddenly dimmed after entering the study, so the figure waiting in the study was not so conspicuous.

When Du Mengran saw the man coming in, she whispered, "What did Zhao Mingfeng say to you? You look worried all over your face."

Zhou Leng looked at her still gentle smiling face, and asked with his lips pursed as if at a loss:

"My dear wife, what are your plans? What can I do to save the Zhenliang Pavilion, the Du family, and protect you?"

Du Mengran's expression changed from joking to smiling and then to seriousness. After a long while, she said, "There is something I want you to do."

Zhou Leng nodded solemnly.