C53 (2/2)
Looking at Feng Yan's majestic back, his heart thumped loudly.
Without waiting for Lin Miao Ran to reach Feng Yan's side, a black figure instantly appeared and blocked Lin Miao Ran's path. Kun Peng dodged, and blocked Lin Miao Ran's path: ”Second Miss Lin, please stop.”
”But this soup …”
Lin Miao Ran was not willing to leave just like that. Feng Yan had not yet turned around to see her, she could not leave just like that, but in front of her, the God of Slaughter had blocked her way.
”This humble servant will submit the soup after the inspection, please allow the second miss to leave.”
Kun Peng had already ordered them to leave. Even if he was unwilling, the only thing he could do was to leave with hatred.
There was no rush, there was still a lot of time left in the future, and there were still many opportunities to interact with the Flame King.
”Your Highness, the soup is harmless.” After putting away the silver needle in his hand, Kun Peng placed the bowl of soup to the side, ”Your Highness, the birth of the Fourth Prince is in just a few more days.
”Marry?” Feng Yan looked at the slumbering Lin Chu Yue and extended his hand to pacify the worry between his brows, ”Do you know who the target is?”
”Yes …” It's the Lady Lin. ” The Lady Lin that Kun Peng was referring to was naturally Lin Chu Yue, but according to the personality of the dukes, they would definitely not let the Fourth Prince succeed in marrying them.
Moreover, the Lady Lin had already been rescinded by the Fourth Prince once.
”Lin Mansion doesn't only have one Lady Lin. Tell Imperial Consort Lin that if I am in a good mood, I might let them rest in peace for a while.” The cold words were like the words of a demon from hell. The low, magnetic voice made people willingly fall into the abyss.
To dare to have thoughts about Lin Chu Yue, so what if she was a blood relative?
”Yes, Your Highness. I understand. ”
With a leap, Kun Peng's figure disappeared from the room.
The moonlight lightly shone on Lin Chu Yue's face. Feng Yan took off his long robe and laid it beside Lin Chu Yue, gently kissing the seductive aroma, ”Yue'er, when will you open your heart to this duke?”
… ….
Lin Mansion Great Hall.
Lin Chu Yue's expression was somewhat ugly as she yawned several times consecutively. She sat at the seat of honor in the West Wing's Main Hall and looked at the few people whose expressions were similarly not too good.
”What? You didn't sleep well last night?”
”Hah —” Wang Feng drank the thick tea brewed by Liu Er, and even though he was slightly spirited, he was still infected by Lin Chu Yue and yawned. ”I'm not sleeping at all.”
When they came back from the Eastern District, they thought that the royal doctors would properly take care of those children, but who would have thought that those damned bastards would send all twenty-three of them to the Lin Mansion.
The good thing was that the children were still obedient and took care of the heavily injured ones. But even so, Wang Feng, Zhang Qiao, Yu Wen Yi and Li Le still worked busily throughout the night.
”What about the casualties?” Last night, she remembered that she had fallen asleep in Feng Yan's embrace and when she woke up, she was already in Lin Mansion's room.
Maybe the little boy's death had stimulated the pain in her heart, and last night, she had once again dreamt of what had happened in Yumen.
Zhang Qiao rubbed his eyes as he took the medical record from him: ”Under the ruins, there were twenty-eight children buried, five dead and twenty-three injured, of them, thirteen of them were severely injured, and ten of them were lightly injured. They have been properly placed in West Wing.”
The ward of the West Wing was already packed to the brim with children. More than ten of them were placed in one room, and in the end, the Gauguin managed to vacate his own room.
”Don't worry, those five dead children have already been buried well. The reason why the temple collapsed was because they lost their ability to repair it over a long period of time, and because someone intentionally cut off the carrying pole of the temple.” Li Le said what he had heard last night. Those children who were sleeping could faintly hear the sounds of a saw.
Mo Lang and the group of guards checked and sure enough, there were traces of a sword being cut off on the carrying pole.
”Achoo!” After sniffing with his nose, Yu Wen Yi curled up on the chair, his eyes half closed and almost falling asleep.
It was not only Yu Wen Yi, Wang Feng and the other two, it was the same as well. It was as if they had been given a pillow and they could fall asleep anytime.
”Zhang Qiao, Li Le, Yu Wen Yi, the three of you go sleep. In the afternoon, replace Wang Feng.”
Lin Mansion still did not have enough manpower. If he encountered a major accident, just the four of them alone would not be able to split him into two.
Under Lin Chu Yue's forceful attitude, Zhang Qiao and the other two left the West Wing Hall and returned to their respective rooms to rest. Looking at the tired Wang Feng, Lin Chu Yue smiled lightly: ”What, this kind of life, is better than the high salary and reputation of an imperial physician?”
Wang Feng frowned, looking at the playfulness in Lin Chu Yue's eyes, he laughed helplessly: ”I am tired, and indeed very tired. But there's no need to worry about it, and there's no need to scheme or scheme. Even if you're tired, you can live up to your conscience. It's worth it. ”
”Eldest Miss, it's bad!” Liu Er hurriedly ran to the main hall of the West Wing. The moment she saw Lin Chu Yue, her apprehensive heart had finally settled down. She felt like she was about to become a jinx that would deliver bad news.