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Chapter 1382 Zhao Tuo¡¯s kindness

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    The long autumn rain kept falling, and the raindrops pounded on the window lattice. Lu Jia, who looked pale, was lying on his bed.

    He is sick, and very sick.

    The entire Lu family was in complete chaos. In fact, everyone knew very well that if Lu Jia died, the entire Lu family would also be gone.

    "Master, how do you feel about your health? Are you feeling better?

    The old servant of the Lu family looked at Lu Jia worriedly.

    "How many years have you been at the Lu family?"

    Lu Jia suddenly asked confusedly.

    "Master, why do you ask this?"

    The old servant was a little uneasy. He clearly felt that Lu Jia was in a very wrong mood when he spoke.

    "Clang, clang, clang!"

    Lu Jia stretched out her hand tremblingly, and then tapped the bed board with two fingers.

    "It has been thirty-seven years since I came to the Lu family! If you hadn't met me and brought me back, I'm afraid I would be a withered skeleton by now!"

    The old servant replied quietly.

    "In the blink of an eye, it has been thirty-seven years? I remember that I had just been promoted that year. My father was still alive, and I was his elder"

    Lu Jia¡¯s face was full of memories, as if he was recalling what he looked like when he was young.

    "Master, you'd better rest first. The doctor said that this disease is just too serious. As long as you rest in peace for a while, you will be fine!"

    Lu Jia was coughing violently as he spoke, and the corners of his mouth were already dripping red.

    The old servant hurriedly came forward to help him wipe his face and help him calm down.

    "I was only twenty years old at that time, and the city of Panyu was so beautiful at that time! In spring, I remember that there were little white flowers blooming everywhere outside the city wall. I couldn't even name them, but I thought they were very beautiful anyway.  Very beautiful¡­¡±

    "Master, stop talking, stop talking!"

    The old servant quickly knelt on the ground and kept begging.

    But Lu Jia seemed possessed, vomiting blood while talking about things from his youth.

    "Go to the doctor, go and call the doctor over here!"

    The old servant wiped his tears and gave instructions loudly to the outside.

    After the doctor arrived and inserted a few silver needles, Lu Jia gradually regained her composure.

    The whole person fell asleep again in a drowsy manner. It was not until he fell asleep that an expression of relief appeared on his face.

    "How is the master's health? Tell me the truth. If you still reply to me with those nonsense words, I will kill you directly!"

    After coming out of Lu Jia¡¯s room, the old servant suddenly grabbed the doctor¡¯s collar and said viciously.

    "The Prime Minister is just too preoccupied. After years of accumulation, he is a bit sick from overwork! As long as he is willing to stop and recuperate for about half a year, he will definitely be able to recover as before!"

    After listening to the doctor¡¯s words, the old servant had a wry smile on his face. If Lu Jia could stop for half a year, then things would really change in South Vietnam.

    The battle between him and the emperor has now begun to reach a fever pitch. If he stops at this time, what is the difference between that and committing suicide?

    "You know what you are going to say after you go out. If you dare to reveal the Prime Minister's condition, I think you will really get tired of living!"

    Seeing that it was pretty much what he had imagined, the old servant gave the order angrily.

    "I know it, I know it!"

    The doctor quickly knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

    ???????????????????????? He just went out, and before he had gone very far, he was knocked unconscious by a group of men in black, and then thrown into a carriage

    "Is Lu Jia seriously ill?"

    Zhao Tuo asked leisurely.

    "Back to the king, the doctor said that his illness is very serious. If he can survive these seven days, maybe there will be a future. If he can't survive, there will be no future!"

    A man in black replied in a low voice.

    "Let the old priest in the palace go and have a look! I want him alive!"

    Zhao Tuo took a deep breath and said.

    "Why is this, Your Majesty?"

    The black man was stunned. He didn¡¯t quite understand why Zhao Tuo did this.

    "Just do it!"

    The expression on Zhao Tuo's face was a little complicated, and he waved his hand casually.Tao.

    Although there are many times when he wants to completely eradicate the Lu family's influence, it is definitely not now.

    He already knew about the autumn grain collection. The failure of the grain harvest was a fatal blow to them. At this time, he had to find a way to overcome this difficulty.

    But it is too difficult to do this just by relying on his own strength. Now he must reach an agreement with Lu Jia.

    Otherwise, once the two sides turn against each other, South Vietnam will be faced with disaster.

    Although the King of Changsha is dead, the Han Dynasty will definitely make its next move within a few months at most.

    At this time, Zhao Tuo was beginning to wonder whether peace could be maintained between the Han Dynasty and South Vietnam.

    Things between countries cannot be discussed based on emotions.

    Although they have been trying their best to hide the news of the food harvest during this period, only God knows what the actual effect will be!

    There are several old priests enshrined in the royal palace of Nanyue. Each of these people has extraordinary skills.

    These people were the strange people that the First Emperor specially collected from all over the country in order to prevent the army from not adapting to the weather in Lingnan when he went south.

    ¡°It¡¯s just that since the founding of South Vietnam, these people have been hiding in the palace and almost never go out.

    This is the first time they have stepped out of the palace!

    The old minister in the palace actually came forward in person and went to the Lu family to treat the prime minister. The news soon spread to the manor outside Panyu City.

    Of course, this level of information is very expensive. Just such a light sentence is worth 30,000 yuan, and it has been paid!

    "It seems that Zhao Tuo has felt the crisis and is trying to repair the relationship with Lu Jia!"

    Looking at the pattering autumn rain outside the window, Zhao Wengu had a mocking smile on his face.

    "Aren't you worried, Mr. General Shopkeeper?"

    Mr. Qin asked carefully.

    "What's there to worry about? Trust relies on long-term accumulation and the common interests of both parties. The two of them have been inseparable for too long. They want to build enough trust in just a few days.  Is this thing so easy?"

    Zhao Wengu¡¯s voice was full of contempt.

    "That's what I say, but if the two of them really join forces, I'm afraid we will be in trouble next time"

    Mr. Qin said with some worry.

    "It doesn't matter, even if they can build a short-term trust, it will only take a gust of wind to destroy it!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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