Yan Cigui.

Honglu Siqing fell hard outside his yamen.

The movement was so loud that it immediately attracted everyone's attention.

When the petty officials rushed to help him up, Liu Jing still looked stunned.

"Master Liu?"

"Are you all right, Master Liu?"

Amid voices of concern, Liu Jing came back to his senses.

It was the time to leave the office, and there were quite a few officials walking on the road, Liu Jing hurriedly brushed off his clothes, and handed over to everyone: "I'm laughing, I'm making everyone laugh."

"Lord Liu," someone said, "You didn't get injured from the fall, did you?"

"Nothing, nothing," Liu Jing replied, "clothes are thick in winter."

"Be careful, if you fall down, you will be in trouble."

Liu Jing thanked him repeatedly, but his expression showed a bit of worry.

"But you are worried about your son's health?"

Liu Jing was worrying that no one would answer him, suddenly he heard someone asking about it, so he hurriedly raised his eyes to follow the prestige.

There were several officials standing there, but they couldn't tell which one was asking.

However, he stumbled and fell, and the posture was revealed. The gongs and drums were beating on the stage, and he had to continue singing the trick.

As for whether the person who plays the role with him is caring or fighting, there is no need to make a clear distinction for the time being.

No wonder no one watched the tug-of-war between my family and Uncle Yunyang's mansion.

And he does need people watching.

Thinking in his mind, the worry on Liu Jing's face became a little bit more serious, his eyelids were half drooping: "The pool water is still frozen, it's better in the daytime, and it burns badly in the middle of the night. Madam has been working all night because of this." I haven't slept a full night, and I'm also afraid that if my son doesn't get better, my wife will fall ill because of it..."

The wind chill can be big or small.

This is a fact.

Almost all the people present were married, with sons and even grandchildren, and when they thought of their own children being sick, they could also feel Liu Jing's feelings.

Don't care about love at first sight, Li Kui and Li Gui, retreating to advance or whatever, after all, the child fell ill, so how can a father not worry about it?

Mr. Liu fell down in public because of his fatherly heart.

"I'll take a step first," Liu Jing bowed to the crowd again, "Everyone, see you tomorrow."

After speaking, Liu Jing walked away.

Maybe the muscles were pulled when he fell, and he staggered in the first two steps. After adjusting, he stabilized his body and strode forward.

Liu Jing left, but the other officials hadn't dispersed yet.

Someone muttered first: "After all, he is a son..."

The voice was neither light nor heavy, but it provoked a laugh.

The mocking laughter was obvious, and it was not stopped at all. Everyone heard it.

When everyone looked over, they saw Uncle An Yi's fierce and stinky face.

"Sure enough, the one who is raised by him is the son, and the one that is sent away is worthless." Uncle An Yi said.

"Hey, Uncle, you can't say that," someone sighed, "Isn't this sick and in pain? The one who is not sick and in pain..."

"Oh?" Uncle An Yi stared at his eyes like copper bells, "What about when that one is sick or in pain?"

With such a bad tone, it was only because it came true that no one felt that Uncle An Yi was looking for someone to quarrel with. Instead, he followed this sentence to recall the events of the previous few years.

At that time, the crown prince inspected Yumen Pass and returned to Beijing on behalf of the sage, and the Duke Fu escorted him back.

During the inspection, the army fought several times with Xiliang people outside the pass, and they all achieved good results, and even had a big victory.

Everyone in the court hall rejoiced, and many people followed along and said some words that the Holy Majesty liked to hear.

"The prince is a lucky star."

"Once the crown prince arrives at Yumen Pass, the Xiliang army will no longer fight."

"When the prince is a few years older and can sit at Yumen Pass, our army will surely march forward bravely and kill Xiliang for ten or twenty years without daring to invade."

The Holy Majesty was elated.

When the prince's guard of honor arrived in Beijing, the people all over the city gathered in the street to watch the excitement.

The Holy Majesty climbed up to the Nangongmen tower in person, his face was radiant, and all the civil and military officials were listed on the square.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince got off the car and bowed towards the tower. Everything went smoothly, so many people didn't remember why Duke Fu was not in the guard of honor.

The etiquette was complete, and under the laughter, someone finally asked, "Where is Fu Guogong?"

Fu Guogong was seriously injured, he couldn't even ride a horse, and he came back lying in the car all the way.

Everyone looked at each other.

When did you get hurt?How did it hurt?Why was there no mention of it in the battle report sent back earlier?
This is the Duke!

On that day, Duke Fu went to the imperial study, and recuperated behind closed doors after leaving the palace.

When elders like Uncle An Yi came to visit, they would be seen off after sitting down and having a cup of tea, and there were no answers to the bunch of questions they wanted to ask.

The Holy Majesty didn't mention it, the Crown Prince didn't mention it, and Duke Fu himself didn't mention it. Under such circumstances, other officials and soldiers who came back from Yumen Pass also kept their mouths shut.

It was mysterious, and there were many speculations later.

It was said that he was injured in the war, but the whole court cheered and hugged His Highness the Crown Prince, and the injury of Fu Guogong would tarnish His Highness's reputation, so he didn't mention it at all.

He also said that he accidentally fell off his horse, which was embarrassing, but of course he didn't mention it.

Also, what was said about Fu Guogong himself disobeying the military order and leaving Yumen Pass without permission, so that he was injured, and he was treated so coldly to protect him, thankfully he didn't make a big mistake, otherwise the Holy Majesty couldn't protect him even if he wanted to.

There are all kinds of rumors, some people believe it, some people don't.

To this day, everyone has not understood how Duke Fu was injured.

But they still remembered Master Liu's reaction at that time.

"Not in the guard of honor? Could it be that you have caused trouble for His Royal Highness and bored His Highness?"

"Go and ask, his mother went to see him, and it's not much better than shutting the door."

"I went too. I just sat in the flower hall and had tea. He didn't want to see me at all."

"His temperament is like this, and he probably has some guilt in his heart, so he is so repulsive."

"If it's true, why won't you be unable to open your mouth? As long as he is willing to say it, can my wife and I still not believe him?"

"Fortunately, His Royal Highness returned to Beijing safely, and everything is stable at the border. He should be able to relax a little bit. Give him a little time. When he passes the hurdle in his heart, he should be able to cheer up."

……

Are those words wrong?

It seems that there is nothing wrong with it.

But compared with today, it is clear at a glance who cares more and who is more toward.

"As a parent, who dares to say that their bowl of water is level?" Someone smiled naively, "Mr. Fu is a saw-mouthed gourd, and the younger one can explain things clearly to Mr. Liu..."

"If it's not fair, it's absolutely impossible to let it go." Uncle An Yi waved his hand and said, "You young people don't know how to be sympathetic to the elderly.

It's good to be young, young can't think of the pain of old age.

Only someone like this old man would know that Lord Fuguo is hurting from his injured leg.

After walking away, the old man's old cold legs couldn't bear the weather, so he went home to warm up. "