Minister Ben Hongzhuang: Lord Xiangguo, I am happy!

Chapter 795 I Can't Get Angry

After stepping through the threshold, Nan Fengchen stopped and didn't look back.

He ordered coldly and forcefully: "Get out!"

Yang Lufu stood up, clutching her painful right shoulder, and stumbled out of the yard.

Nan Fengchen lit the lamp, and took the oil lamp to the side of the bed.

When he saw that Long Sui's face was so pale that it was almost transparent, his breathing was weak, and his lips were purple, his beautiful eyebrows were tightly wrinkled.

He checked his injuries, saw that his arm had rotted into carrion, and sighed.

After half a year, this hand is really lucky.

Think of how lively, active and silly children were back then!

He sighed, and used his inner strength to infuse him with true energy, lest he lose his breath and die.

After half a stick of incense, Nan Fengchen's forehead was covered with sweat.

He raised his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, got up and looked down at him.

"The servants in your mansion don't care about you, and they don't take good care of you. Before you get the snow-white grass, you probably won't be able to support yourself in the underworld. Wouldn't that be a waste of my true energy!"

"..."

"Long Sui ~ Long Sui ~ you will have today."

"I'm kind enough to help you out. If you die because of poor care, wouldn't it be a waste of hard work!"

"Okay! I'll forcefully take you back to Prime Minister Su's Mansion!"

This is probably the most important thing Nan Fengchen has ever done.

Nan Fengchen carried the dying Long Sui on his back and walked out of the threshold.

Back at Prime Minister Su's mansion, Nan Fengchen carried Long Sui on his back and entered Feng Yuan, Feng's hands trembled in surprise, and the saber in his hand fell to the ground.

"Master, why did you bring Lord Xian back to the mansion!"

"Maybe my brain is broken!"

Frustrated, Feng took Long Sui from Nan Fengchen and said, "Master, where do you place Prince Xian?"

"It's next door."

"Master, you are not crazy!"

Feng Kuai thinks that this is not his selfish and narrow-minded master, who even grandiosely let Prince Xian live in the same yard as Master Su.

Is it going to rain red?
Nan Fengchen sat tiredly on the stone bench, sweat permeated his back, extremely uncomfortable.

Seriously, this dragon weighs as much as a pig.

"You think I think so! Long Sui is not related to me, so why should I carry him back? I'm afraid he will die."

"But the death of Lord Xian has nothing to do with the master."

"It doesn't matter."

"..."

Feng tugged at the corner of his mouth, speechless.The master has changed a lot now. He is too enthusiastic and nosy. Could it be possible that after being with such a person for a long time, it will be inherited?

It can be seen that Master Su has harmed his master again!Hateful!

Seeing Feng's speechless look, Nan Fengchen sighed and said, "Su'er is crying."

"..." Feng Wenyan twitched the corners of his mouth, but remained speechless.

"In the dream, I dreamed that the dragon died."

"..." Feng was speechless again.

"But I couldn't get angry, angry, or sour. When the hot tears fell on the palm of my hand, my heart was pricked. I understood a truth. I couldn't do anything about her tears.

I don't want her to be sad, I don't want her to cry, and I don't want her dreams to be full of sadness.

My wife is supposed to love to laugh, heartless, and unrestrained. Tears wiped out the sunshine in my heart.

I don't like it. "

"..." Hearing the words, he was speechless again.Such nasty words are so sloppy, it can be seen that my master has been talking to Su Xiangye a lot.

"Feng, I want to save Long Sui."

"Master, how can you save me if you don't learn medicine."

"Didn't you say that Shangguanqin has snow grass in his hand? Go and check the file, where is this prodigal girl hiding?"

(End of this chapter)