Chapter 4241

Min Rui leaned on the bed, feeling pain like a fire in his stomach. He drank the cold water in the teacup in one gulp, closed his eyes, covered his chest, and panted heavily.

Two days was enough for him to write his last words. Min Rui lifted the quilt and sat up, put on his clothes, sat at the table, picked up a pen and began to write...

Today's Qin Wuyan is full of wings, with ruthless means, and everything is under control. If the Min family continues to perish, the consequences will be disastrous.

He wanted to record everything that might happen, as well as the countermeasures for the problems encountered in the future, so as to prevent the century-old Min family from ruining itself.

The coughing became louder and louder, and when the boy woke up, the sky was already dark, the candles in the house were flickering, and the charcoal fire in the charcoal basin was about to go out.

The little servant was so frightened that he quickly got up from the low couch: "Young Patriarch, why did you get up so early?"

Looking at Min Rui's face again, there was a bruise on his pale as snow face, his eye sockets were sunken, and the bottom of his eyes were all bloodshot red.

The coughed up blood stained the handkerchief, and there were already many handkerchiefs stained with black and red blood on the table.

The little servant was very frightened, and immediately said: "Young Patriarch, let the witch doctor come over and show you?"

Min Rui coughed out of breath, and waved his hands: "No, I woke up in the middle of the night and I'm freezing, go and bring me the medicine."

The boy hurried to boil the medicine.

He was really worried, so he went to report to Min Zhixing, "Young Patriarch came back from Qingyu Temple, his complexion became worse and his cough became worse.

The little one saw that the blood coughed up by the young Patriarch yesterday was still red, but today it has turned black.

The young Patriarch forbade the young one to be called a witch doctor, so the young one had no choice but to come and tell the Patriarch you. "

Min Hanghang has been in a state of distress over the past few days because of Min Huizhu's disappearance. Hearing that his son's condition has suddenly worsened, he stands up abruptly and walks to Min Rui's courtyard.

Pushing open the door of the bedroom, the cold wind poured in with light rain.

When Min Rui heard the movement, he raised his head slowly, just in time to meet Min Zhihang's eyes.

Seeing his son who suddenly became like this overnight, as if all the energy in his body had been emptied by someone, Min Zhixing couldn't help but feel sad: "My son, he came back yesterday and he was fine, why did he only spend one night?" Time, did you become like this?"

Min Rui couldn't stop coughing, "It's okay, I don't have much time left."

He dried the ink on the finished paper, and handed it to Min Zhixing: "Father, this is my last piece of advice to the Min family, please follow it, and leave a way for the Min family to survive."

When Min Zhixing heard this, he felt displeased: "My son, the witch doctor has already said, you should not worry too much, because my father is still healthy, what will happen to the Min family, I know what will happen to the Min family."

Min Rui shook his head: "Father, don't fight against the acting priest anymore, today is different, the Min family is not what it used to be, don't step on the bottom line of the acting priest.

Today's priests dig rivers and canals, build roads and bridges, mine mines in exchange for cloth and food, and join hands with aristocratic families to benefit the people. This is the livelihood of the people...

The society is based on the people, which is the truth, and today's substitute priests have long been what the people want, and the Min family alone can't help the substitute priests..."

The more Min Zhixing listened, the heavier his heart became. He took the paper written by Min Rui and glanced up and down, wishing to crumple the paper full of countermeasures into a ball.

The whole article is to tell him to hide his edge, not to be aggressive, to retreat to the second line, bow his head and bow his head, and not to fight against Qin Wuyan...