On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Chapter 1817 Meeting an Old Friend

Huo Changhe followed Gong Yanghua to a house. From the moment he entered the door, he was always alert.

Although he is not afraid of most poisons or drugs, there are always endless ways to harm people, so he still has to be careful.

This house is very quiet. I didn't see many servants along the way. The layout of the house is quite good.

It can be seen that a lot of thought and effort was put into its creation, and skilled craftsmen were hired.

"Mr. Song, this way please."

Gong Yanghua took him through a moon gate, and the view before his eyes suddenly brightened to a wall of flowers. It was not yet the season for flowers to bloom, but the wall was already full of greenery and lush branches and leaves.

There was a person sitting in a wheelchair under the flower wall, facing the flower wall, holding a small hoe in his hand, and cleaning up.

"Husband," Gong Yanghua called out, "someone is here to see you."

Zhang Yuanwei turned his wheelchair and looked at Huo Changhe.

Huo Changhe didn't expect Zhang Yuanwei to be in such a state.

When he was at the escort agency, listening to the conversation between Gong Yanghua, Pei Song, Liu Chengzhi and others, as well as Gong Yanghua's actions and looks towards him, made him feel that Zhang Yuanwei's situation was probably not good.

Why did he want to meet Zhang Yuanwei? First, to understand Gong Yanghua's information, he had to start with the people around him. Second, if Zhang Yuanwei was really deprived of power, then the relationship between him and Gong Yanghua must be bad.

The enemy of the enemy is the friend.

With these two assumptions, Huo Changhe has already imagined several states of Zhang Yuanwei.

They may be extremely weak or unconscious and unable to speak.

In short, he is not like what he looks like now. He is a little thin, but he looks good. Even sitting in a wheelchair, you can still tell that he is tall.

"Who is this..." Zhang Yuanwei looked at Huo Changhe with a confused look.

Gong Yanghua said with a smile: "My husband, don't you remember? Master Song can tell me that he is your old friend."

Huo Changhe glanced at the small hoe in Zhang Yuanwei's hand and said, "Madam, you are wrong. I am not an old friend of the chief escort leader. My father is."

He calmly repeated what he had said to Gong Yanghua before.

"Captain Zhang, do you still remember the shopkeeper Song? We often asked you to help transport goods. At that time, my family did all kinds of business, including medicinal herbs, tea, and cloth. Now we mainly deal in cloth."

"My father got older and handed over the business to me. He mentioned you many times. After our family moved to Yezhou, we lost contact with you."

"My father knew that I was coming to the northwest, so he specifically told me to come and see you."

"To be honest, I originally wanted to go to Shencheng. I came to Youcheng because I heard that there was a magical road built here, and secondly, it was for you."

As Huo Changhe spoke, Zhang Yuanwei seemed to be lost in thought. Gong Yanghua supported his wheelchair with a smile, and occasionally straightened his clothes and sleeves.

It was not until he finished that Zhang Yuanwei suddenly realized, "Yes, yes, Shopkeeper Song, it's been a long time since we last met. You were still young back then, and now you're... so tall."

Huo Changhe smiled and nodded: "That's right, my father often said that you were young at that time, and we were close friends regardless of age."

"Quick, quick, Madam, go get a chair and ask Mr. Song to sit down. I want to have a good chat with him."

Gong Yanghua said with a smile: "How can we let the guests sit here? Come inside and sit down."

"No need, I'm not really a guest," Huo Changhe took over the conversation, "I think this flower wall is nice. What a coincidence, I also like flowers and plants. It's nice to talk here."

Zhang Yuanwei smiled and nodded.

After hearing what he said, Gong Yanghua had no choice but to do it.

Huo Changhe leaned over the flower wall and asked, "What kind of seedling is this?"

Zhang Yuanwei said, "I'm not sure what kind of flower seedling it is. I brought it back from the mountains. It was in full bloom at the time, so I didn't think much about it and brought it back."

"Is it poisonous?" Huo Changhe asked, "Unknown things are sometimes poisonous. You have to be more careful."

Zhang Yuanwei looked at him and said, "You are right."

As he was speaking, Gong Yanghua had already brought out the chair.

"What are you talking about?"

Huo Changhe smiled and said, "I have never seen this plant before, and I am asking Zhang Biaotou for advice."

"Mr. Song, please take a seat. I'll go prepare some tea."

"Is your father okay?" Zhang Yuanwei asked, "I remember he had a history of dizziness at the time."

Huo Changhe sighed: "You still remember, it's true, as I get older, I have more and more problems, so I often think of the old friend."

Gong Yanghua brought the tea and said, "Try it, Mr. Song. This is the tea my husband likes to drink."

Zhang Yuanwei picked up the teacup and said with a smile, "Madam's tea-making skills are also first-rate. When I was with your father, I loved this kind of tea, but your father liked another kind. We often debated about this."

"you try."

He said, taking a sip.

Huo Changhe picked up the teacup and looked at the tea soup inside. It was emerald green with a delicate fragrance.

"My father loves black tea and really doesn't like this."

Huo Changhe also took a sip and raised his eyebrows slightly: "I think my taste is similar to that of the chief escort."

Zhang Yuanwei was very happy, as if he had waited for so many years and finally won.

"Madam, send someone to the restaurant to ask for a table. I want to have a few drinks with him tonight."

Gong Yanghua glanced at Huo Changhe and said, "It's rare for my husband to be so happy. I'll go get ready now."

Huo Changhe put down the teacup and said, "No need, Madam. Don't worry. Captain Zhang, I have other things to do today. I will have to leave later and cannot stay long."

"Next time, I will definitely drink with you next time."

Zhang Yuanwei felt a little regretful, but still didn't want to give up: "May I ask what the matter is and whether I need help? If there is anything we can help with, just speak up."

Gong Yanghua also nodded repeatedly: "Yes, you're welcome, Mr. Song."

Huo Changhe waved his hand and smiled gently: "There is nothing that cannot be said, and it is not a serious matter. The main thing is..."

He paused, and his smile became even gentler: "My wife is traveling with me this time. She is feeling a little unwell, so I have to go back to accompany her."

Zhang Yuanwei looked a little worried: "Feeling unwell? Is it serious? I have a familiar doctor here, I wonder..."

Huo Changhe's smile deepened: "No need, thank you for your kindness, but... I also know a little bit about it, and in my opinion, it should be... pregnant."

Zhang Yuanwei understood at once, and his worry turned into joy.

"Okay, okay, that's good, this is a good thing, I can't stop you, but let me make it clear that when you are free one day, you must have a few drinks with me."

"It's a deal," Huo Changhe nodded.

Gong Yanghua lowered her eyes, not knowing what she was thinking. After hearing Huo Changhe say that he was going back to accompany his wife, she seemed to become much quieter.

Not just in words, but in actions and expressions.

Huo Changhe seemed unaware and continued to chat and drink tea with Zhang Yuan's wife.

……

Yan Ruyu had just arrived at the gate of the manor and hadn't even tied up her horse when she felt a vibration in the air.

She was overjoyed and walked in with big strides.

I have to find a quiet place and quickly answer the call from the abbot.