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"I didn't write the letter." Zhao Changyu handed the letter to Zhao Hanzhang beside him.

Zhao Hanzhang took it and opened it. When he saw the familiar handwriting on it, he couldn't help but frown.

Ma Jiaen's eyes fell on Zhao Hanzhang, "The letter said very clearly that this letter was written by Uncle Cai's granddaughter. This girl must be the granddaughter mentioned in the letter."

Zhao Hanzhang had already read the letter, and she said calmly: "I didn't write this letter."

"You said it's not the case?"

Zhao Hanzhang pointed to a word on the letter and said: "You may not believe it, but the fact is that I can't write the word 'ridicule', and although the handwriting on it is similar, it is still different. I don't believe it." I’ll show you another draft I wrote.”

Zhao Hanzhang turned to Uncle Cheng and said, "Go and look in the wastebasket in my grandfather's study. There should be scrapped manuscript paper from the past two days."

Uncle Cheng bowed in agreement and retreated.

Soon he brought over seven or eight messy pieces of paper and spread them out for Ma Jiaen to see.

Zhao Hanzhang smiled and said: "If General Ma finds it difficult to distinguish, you can ask someone to distinguish. Wang Sima is good at calligraphy. He also acted as a matchmaker for me and Fu Dalangjun some time ago. Maybe he is willing to help."

Ma Jiaen flipped through the papers, raised his eyelids and glanced at her before saying, "I will report it."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

"Wait a minute," Zhao Changyu stopped the person with a serious look on his face, "Although I don't know who forged this letter, I can figure out the key to it. I am at the end of my rope, and the Zhao family doesn't have much to plan for now. He is not only trying to instigate the relationship between me and the prince, but also the relationship between the prince and His Majesty. He kills three birds with one stone. Such cruel thoughts. Please also tell the prince that Chang Yu will not embarrass the prince, and please don’t get in his way. , do things that will hurt your loved ones and make your enemies happy."

Ma Jiaen looked back at Zhao Changyu and strode away.

As soon as he left, Zhao Changyu finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell softly.

Zhao Hanzhang, who had been supporting him, hugged him hard and called in a low voice, "Grandpa..."

Zhao Zhongyu was shocked and hurriedly stretched out his hand to support half of his body, "Brother!"

"Call the doctor quickly."

Everyone carried Zhao Changyu back to the house.

They couldn't get out at this time, so they had to ask the doctor at home to see them.

The doctor was startled after feeling the pulse. He lowered his eyes and listened to the pulse carefully. Finally, he retreated to the outer room and lowered his voice and said: "Second Master, Sanniang, Sir, this is the end of the war."

"Nonsense. It was clearly said before that there are still three months left. How long has it been?"

"I don't dare to talk nonsense. The pulse is indeed like this. It is too weak to hear. If you have anything to say at home, just say it quickly, otherwise..."

Zhao Zhongyu opened his mouth and couldn't help but look at Zhao Hanzhang.

Zhao Hanzhang's heart was ups and downs, and his fists were clenched tightly.

She said nothing, turned around and entered the inner room, sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Zhao Changyu, who had his eyes closed.

She thought she wouldn't be sad. Zhao Changyu was a historical figure and his death was destined, but...

This is a strange world, but in this strange world, he is the one who trusts her the most and cares about her the most. Even her original name was re-given to her by him.

Zhao Hanzhang thought they would still have a long time to go together. After all, he wanted to watch her get married, watch her establish a foothold in the Fu family, and then take over Wang and Zhao Erlang...

Her heart ached in waves, her eyes were swollen and astringent, and she was speechless for a while.

Mrs. Wang also heard what the doctor said and couldn't help but take out her handkerchief and cry softly.

Zhao Changyu slowly opened his eyes, tilted his head slightly and looked at them. His eyes swept over the Wang family and Zhao Zhongyu, who looked ugly, and landed on Zhao Hanzhang. He said with a smile, "It seems that my grandfather is going to break his promise and cannot send him away." You are married."

Zhao Hanzhang couldn't bear it any longer, and his tears fell drop by drop.

Zhao Changyu reached out and patted her hand, sighing softly: "Don't be sad, death may not be a new life."

"grandfather……"

"Let's stop chatting and say more useful things," Zhao Changyu said anxiously, his face even paler. He asked Zhao Hanzhang to sit up with support, "The letter was not written by our grandfather and grandson. The King of Donghai took the draft. Of course he can tell the difference, but if he can tell the difference, he may not retreat. There have been many mistakes in recent years."

Zhao Zhongyu and others felt a chill go down their spines. They knew very well the consequences of making a mistake. No one in this house might be able to get out alive.

"Time is also destiny. Even if it happens at such a coincidence, my life will still be of some use when it comes."

Others still looked confused. Zhao Hanzhang and Zhao Zhongyu's expressions changed and they said in unison: "No!"

Zhao Zhongyu's face turned blue and he said: "Brother, I am also the daughter of a famous family in the Zhao family. I still have old disciples and relatives and friends in Beijing. How can I let them bully me like this?"

"So what if it's the King of East China Sea," he whirled around in anger, his face turning blue, "He's not worth our lives."

Zhao Changyu said calmly: "He has soldiers in his hands. Even if he breaks in forcefully, what can you do?"

Zhao Zhongyu opened his mouth, sat dejectedly on the edge of the bed for a long time, slapped the bed board hard and said, "Then we will die together. In the future, he will be remembered for this in the history books."

Zhao Changyu sighed deeply and turned to look at Zhao Hanzhang, "What do you think?"

Zhao Hanzhang whispered: "The left side of the mansion is connected to the Jia family. Select a few guards and ask them to take Erlang and the aunt to climb over the wall. The Jia family is promised a lot of money and asks them to send people out of Luoyang. As long as they get out of Luoyang, We can go back to our hometown after entering the city gate, and we can delay here for one day."

Zhao Changyu looked at her approvingly and said, "Good boy, your uncle's method is the worst, and yours is the middle. They are not as good as mine."

Zhao Hanzhang's eyes were red, "Grandpa, don't do this, I will hate him to death."

Zhao Changyu couldn't help laughing, "Silly boy, the doctor said it's time for me."

Zhao Hanzhang cried and shook his head, "Mr. Chen said that you can live until I get married. As long as you want to live in your heart, you will definitely live."

"Live for two or three months longer, just to suffer the consequences of two or three months more," Zhao Changyu reached out to hold her hand, and then extended his hand towards Zhao Erlang.

While Wang was crying, she pushed Zhao Erlang forward.

Zhao Changyu put the hands of the two siblings together and said, "Hanzhang, I entrust your brother to you."

Zhao Hanzhang cried and nodded.

Zhao Changyu gasped and looked at Zhao Zhongyu, "I know, you blame me for scolding you before and think I treated you lightly."

Zhao Zhongyu opened his mouth, his eyes were slightly red, and he shook his head in denial, "No."

Zhao Changyu sighed and said: "Whether there is or not, I have to leave. I gave Sanniang a small name, Hanzhang."

"She has a temper like mine, a bit big. You are the elder, so don't argue with her." Zhao Changyu let go of Zhao Erlang, put his hand on the back of Zhao Zhongyu's hand, and his eyes turned slightly red, "The Zhao family all I have to leave it to you. I have been a clan leader and know that clan affairs are complicated and there are many things to worry about. You will know when you get to that point. It’s not that I don’t love you, but there are many alternatives. I always hope that you can live up to your expectations. Some, you can stand up by yourself."

The emotion in Zhao Zhongyu's heart dissipated. He withdrew his hand, pursed his lips and asked, "In your heart, brother, am I always incompetent?"

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