The splendid medical relationship of Jiangshan

Chapter 211 Sauce Pork or Bingtang Pork

There is no confidence in what the boy said.

Although he is young, he has a lot of experience, but no matter how many things he knows, he has never heard of a dignified prince who became a son-in-law for someone!

Don't say that the old prince, the father, was angry when he heard this, even the servants like them would find it unbelievable.

The boy thought to himself, if this was his son, he would have to beat him to death!

He looked at the expression of the old prince, and said cautiously: "Old prince, do you want the younger ones to catch the little prince?"

The old prince's face sank like water, and he didn't say a word.

The young man glanced at the broken rattan in the old prince's hand, and said, "Old prince, do you want me to prepare another rattan?"

Hearing this, the old prince finally gave him a look.

The old prince threw the broken cane on him: "It's not your son who dares to be beaten, is it!"

The boy fell to his knees with a "plop" and said, "Forgive me, my lord, forgive my sin, my lord."

"Humph!"

The old prince didn't have time to talk to him right now, he was busy panting if he wasn't too busy getting angry.

After tossing and tossing in this big circle, he was exhausted.

He originally wanted Fu Bo to go back to the mansion and order the kitchen to cook more meat, so that he could make up for it, but after thinking about it, he felt that doing so seemed too careless, so he had to give up.

Alas... let's talk about it after we get back to the mansion.

Sighing lightly, the old prince walked towards Kang Wang's mansion with his hands behind his back.

As a result, as soon as he reached the door, he saw Jing Zhaoyin Lu Ji approaching from not far away with a troubled expression on his face.

The old prince ignored him, passed him and went up the steps.

Lu Ji took a deep breath, took a step forward and said, "Your Majesty, please greet the old prince."

The old prince stopped; "If you have something to say, you have to fart."

"... just now, some people came to Jingzhao Mansion to report to the officials, saying that someone in the palace was armed with a weapon, and their lives were at stake. The officials cannot just sit idly by."

"Which official?"

"It's ordinary people who said they saw a victim running out of the palace covered in blood.

The common people have good intentions to go to Jingzhao Mansion to report the case. It is the lower officials who come to visit. If there is any misunderstanding, it is better to explain it as soon as possible. "

"..."

Now not only the old prince, even Fu Bo and the others don't know what to say.

It is not uncommon for a father to beat his son, but it is very rare that it may alarm the Jingzhao Mansion.

The old prince caressed his heart, and said angrily: "Fart! Where did the victim come from! That's my son!"

Lu Ji was shocked: "Little little prince?!"

"If you want to find that little bastard, go to Duan's house. He's married into someone else's family, so it has nothing to do with me!"

After finishing speaking, the old prince returned to the palace angrily.

Lu Ji, Bu Ling and others were left looking at each other.

But the old prince just stepped over the threshold with one foot, and suddenly fell headlong to the ground.

This frightened everyone!

He also called the servants to carry him into the mansion, and he also ordered people to go to the palace to invite the imperial physician. There was an uproar, and everyone knew about it.

Now it's all right, the whole city of Chang'an knew that Fu Mingchao was going to join the Duan family, and even made the old prince sick.

When the news reached Duan's family, everyone looked worried, except for two people who looked calm.

One is Duan Yinli, and the other is Fu Mingchao.

Duan Yinrao looked at him and frowned.

She was a little puzzled.

Although she didn't know Fu Mingchao very well, she always felt that although he was an asshole, he mostly treated outsiders, and he should be filial to his family, but how could he be indifferent when he heard that the old prince was ill?
When there was no one else in the hall, Duan Yinrao asked the doubts in his heart, and saw the little prince said in a relaxed tone: "Believe it or not, the old man is eating a big elbow in the mansion right now?"

Duan Yinrao: "..."

Seeing her unbelievable look, Fu Mingchao shook his head confidently and smiled, and then said to Wei Fei who came to Duan's house with him: "You go back to the house to pack my package, and go to the room quietly to see the old man Should I eat the elbow in sauce or the elbow in rock sugar?"

Wei Fei took the order to leave: "Yes."

The old god Fu Mingchao leaned back, but forgot that he still had an injury on his back. The pain hurt him so much that he jumped up suddenly.

Duan Yinrao saw that his ruined clothes were still stained with blood, and there was even a faint smell of blood in the air. She lowered her eyes and asked the servant girl to go to Duan Zhaona to borrow the clothes for him to change into.

"Ah Li left some medicine when he left, you ask the servant to give you some."

"How could he be so clumsy, Ah Rao, you should do it to me." He smiled at her almost flatteringly, his voice slightly raised.

"No."

"Oh..." The tone dropped immediately.

Zuo Dai felt deep disgust from the tone of his little prince.

There was nothing he could do to dislike it, and in the end he helped Fu Mingchao take the medicine.

They were inside the house, while Duan Yinrao was outside.

A door panel couldn't block Fu Mingchao's howling like a pig.

If he knew it, he just took the medicine, but if he didn't know, he thought someone's wife was having a baby, and when he yelled, he was so hoarse that Duan Yinrao got goosebumps all over his body.

If he yelled, he yelled, and he called her name while yelling.

Duan Yinrao was even more speechless.

He said in his heart that if someone who didn't know passed by outside the mansion, he might think that someone would cry for her death.

After opening and closing her lips several times, Duan Yinrao finally couldn't help but yelled: "Stop howling! You will recruit all the people in the government later!"

People would think that they used lynching in their house.

Fu Mingchao's feeble voice came from inside the room: "Ah Rao...it hurts..."

After saying that, Zuo Dai ran out with sweat on his head and blood on his hands.

At that moment, a very inappropriate sentence flashed through Duan Yinrao's mind: keep the big one or keep the young one.

The thought startled her.

Fortunately, Zuo Dai said something else: "Second girl, the young prince has several scars on his back, the blood stained his clothes and flesh, and I really can't do it with my clumsy hands, please help me. "

"...But, but I can't either."

"Then you feel at ease when you attack the little prince. It's not as painful as it is right now. Your body hurts and your heart suffers. How can you bear it?"

As he said that, Zuo Dai unexpectedly knelt down in front of Duan Yinrao with a "plop", and kowtowed: "Second girl, I beg you, I beg you to be a poor little prince, okay?"

Duan Yinrao originally cared about etiquette and rules, but compared with Fu Mingchao's health, those are more or less important.

She wasn't one to tweak things, so she took a deep breath after thinking about it, lifted her skirt and walked in.

The little maid wanted to follow, but was stopped by Zuo Dai with sharp eyes and quick hands: "Hey! Please, my sister, go and help our little prince get some food, he is bleeding from injury and needs to be mended!"

The little maid showed hesitation.

Zuo Daixu pushed her to the side: "Sister just listened, our little prince will marry into your house in the future, that is the new son-in-law, you can't let him suffer even for the sake of the second girl." Hungry."

The little maid thought about it and felt that this made sense, so she hurried to the kitchen to order someone to prepare the meal.

Zuo Dai looked at the back of her running away in a hurry, smiled as if his scheme had succeeded, and sat leisurely on the steps to bask in the sun and guarded the door, so as not to disturb his little prince and princess's cultivation of relationship with someone who was not winking.

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inside the house.

Fu Mingchao was lying on the couch, revealing his bloody back.

As Zuo Dai said, the clothes and the flesh of the wound were stuck together, some bloodstains had dried up, some were fresh, obviously the wound was torn when he took off his clothes just now.

Because of the clothes blocking her, she couldn't see how many wounds he had on his body and how serious the wounds were.

But she could imagine it.

Duan Yinrao frowned and sat on the side of the couch, picked up the scissors next to him to help him cut off the clothes.

Fu Mingchao suddenly held down her trembling hand.

She was taken aback for a moment, and rarely comforted her: "...I will be careful."

He still refused to let go, and even sat up from the couch, staring at her intently: "Ah Rao, do you feel sorry for me?"

He asked seriously, not teasing her like a joke.

So Duan Yinrao didn't hide it, and told him how he felt in his heart: "I can't bear it a little bit, but if someone else wants to come, I will do the same."

"But it's me! Not someone else!"

Fu Mingchao stubbornly believed that the ripples in Duan Yinrao's heart were caused by him.

Ah Rao felt sorry for him.

He told himself so in his heart.

With a smile on his face, he leaned closer to Duan Yinrao, but remembering what he promised not to be rude to her before, he retreated aggrievedly: "Ah Rao, close your eyes."

"doing what?"

"You close it first."

(End of this chapter)