My husband is pure and has few desires, but I gave birth to three children in a row

Chapter 528 Fortunately, he lived up to his fate!

The master watched the man leave in surprise, and anxiously slammed the door of the cell: "Don't go, open the door quickly and let me out——"

But after shouting for half a day, no one showed up.

There was no sound in the entire cell except the master's voice.

Fu Zhiming looked at the eldest master's miserable appearance. Although he felt uncomfortable all over, he couldn't help but laugh softly.

"Haha, you've also been abandoned. We're all abandoned pawns—"

The eldest master couldn't get anyone to open the door, so he turned around with red eyes and slapped Fu Zhiming in the face. He said fiercely but weakly, "What nonsense are you talking about, little bastard? I haven't done anything treasonous to the Marquis' Mansion, so I won't be abandoned! It's just that these jailers are deliberately making trouble. They must want money. Yes, they do want money!"

"I'll give you some more money in a while, and you'll be out of here naturally! You're the one who's been abandoned!"

Half of Fu Zhiming's face was severely swollen and two of his teeth were knocked out.

With a "puff", he spat out the fallen teeth and blood.

Fu Zhiming didn't know where he got the strength from, but he suddenly jumped up and knocked the master to the ground.

He grabbed a handful of leftovers from the food box and stuffed them into the master's mouth.

The master struggled hard, but unfortunately Fu Zhiming sat on his waist and he couldn't move at all.

Even though he shook his head desperately, a lot of the leftovers were stuffed in.

Fu Zhiming gritted his teeth again, dragged the remaining half jar of wine over, pressed the master's head with his body, pinched the master's nose, and poured the jar of wine into the master's mouth.

Half of the wine went into the master's mouth, and the other half spilled onto the ground and his body.

After watching the master swallow the wine, Fu Zhiming seemed to be exhausted and leaned to the side, collapsing like a puddle of mud.

The master finally broke free from Fu Zhiming, got up, knelt on the ground, and began to hold his throat tightly, trying to vomit out the wine or something.

It's a pity that he couldn't bear to be cruel to himself. He tried to induce vomiting for half a day but couldn't vomit it out. Instead, he made himself sweat all over and looked miserable.

Fu Zhiming lay on the ground, looking at the miserable appearance of the master, and laughed out loud.

"Having you by my side is enough."

The master didn't induce vomiting and was already panicking. After hearing what Fu Zhiming said, he didn't know whether it was an illusion or he had really been drugged.

I felt that my legs and hands had no strength left and I couldn't even stand up. I managed to lift my hands but they were shaking so much that I couldn't even put them into my mouth.

I don’t know if my throat was hurt by vomiting too much or if the medicine was taking effect, but it felt like a small knife was pulling at my throat, causing severe pain.

For a moment, the master was extremely panicked. He rolled and crawled to the door of the cell, desperately shouting: "Help - Help -"

I shouted until my throat bled, my mouth was full of a fishy-sweet taste, and I could hardly make a sound.

Fu Zhiming, who was standing aside, kept looking at the master, with indescribable pleasure and hatred in his eyes.

Until the master had no more strength left and collapsed to the ground.

Several people immediately rushed out from the shadows, opened the prison door swiftly, and dragged the master out.

When I was dragging the bag, probably because I was too anxious, I dragged it backwards. When I was going up the stairs, my head banged on the stairs several times, but no one heard it.

After leaving the prison, several people threw the master, whose life or death was unknown, into the carriage that had been waiting for a long time. The coachman whipped the carriage and drove away quickly.

The men looked at each other and smiled: "Let's go back and clean up the mess."

When I returned to the prison, a man who looked like a doctor was already waiting there.

After opening the cell door and entering, the doctor felt Fu Zhiming's pulse. Fu Zhiming was completely lucid but unable to move. He shook his head and looked at him with sympathy. "The medicine is very strong and has a powerful effect. Your hands and feet are weak, your voice is ruined, and you're completely useless."

The last glimmer of hope in Fu Zhiming's eyes disappeared. He closed his eyes, and two tears flowed down the corners of his eyes and disappeared into his temples.

The jailer wasn't surprised at all: "That's even better. Just report that he had a stroke, can't speak, and is completely paralyzed."

After saying that, a group of people left Fu Zhiming lying on the ground, talking and laughing as they walked out...

The back door of Ningping Marquis Mansion.

Someone has been waiting for a long time.

As soon as the carriage stopped, several big men rushed out and lifted the master out of the carriage.

It was stuffed into a sedan chair at the side and carried inside.

The coachman also took off his hat and looked up, and it was Fu Shan.

Fu Shan followed him into the Marquis' Mansion and headed all the way to the courtyard where the old Marquis was recuperating.

The courtyard where the old marquis was recuperating was brightly lit at this moment. Fu Zhijian sat with the old marquis in the main room waiting.

The old marquis was calm and composed, rubbing walnuts in his hands.

Fu Zhijian kept pacing in the room, looking outside from time to time.

Hearing the noise, he hurried to the door and saw a group of people carrying a sedan chair into the yard, then carrying the master down, sending him into the house, and then quietly retreating.

Fu Shan followed in and bowed to the old marquis. "Thank you for fulfilling my mission! Everything has been arranged."

The old marquis nodded with satisfaction.

Looking at the old man lying on the ground, he asked, "What's wrong with him?"

Fu Shan hesitated for a moment before saying, "The Third Master discovered the poisoning in advance and force-fed the First Master food and wine."

Everyone understood immediately that the master had also been poisoned.

The eldest master was speechless at this moment and could only look at the old marquis with pleading eyes.

The old marquis said nothing and closed his eyes.

The master suddenly felt something was wrong and looked at Fu Zhijian pleadingly.

Fu Zhijian turned his back to the old marquis and looked at the eldest master with a satisfied smile. He silently said two words: retribution!

Then he lowered his head and pretended not to see.

The master was so angry that his face turned red and his neck became thick. He opened his mouth silently and no one knew what he said.

Although Fu Zhijian didn't understand, he could guess that the master must have cursed very badly.

But, so what? He deserved it!

The old marquis took one last look at the eldest master, his eyes filled with utter disappointment. He waved his hand and said, "Lock him up with that concubine. After a few days, announce that the eldest master is ill and needs to recuperate. After the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, send them both to the farm outside and tell them they need to rest."

This means completely giving up on the master.

Fu Zhijian let out a long sigh without leaving a trace, and replied respectfully with a "yes", without saying anything else.

After hearing what the old marquis said, Fu Shan waved his hand and someone came in and carried the eldest master to Aunt Guo's room.

Then the yard gate was closed and no one was allowed to enter or leave.

After hearing this, Jin even withdrew the servants from Concubine Guo's courtyard, saying that she was afraid of disturbing the master's recuperation.

He also said that Aunt Guo had served the eldest master most attentively and with the most experience in the past, so he should let her serve the eldest master.

Naturally, the old marquis and the old lady couldn't hide it, but since neither of them said anything, they tacitly agreed.

Although the servants did not understand the undercurrents between their masters, they all became much more obedient after the master fell ill.

At the post-New Year banquet, Mrs. Hu used the excuse that the eldest master was ill to reject invitations from several families.

I finally made it to the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

The verdict for Fu Zhiming has finally come out.