C384 (1/2)

”My son is just a sick young man. His life is like duckweed. His life and death are uncertain. How dare he control the life and death of the family? Everything in the family is decided by his father. It's his son's fault to offend King Youfu and bring crisis to the family.”

”It should be noted that all the families are prosperous and all the families are harmed. For the sake of the Yang family, the children's ministers will avoid the king's sharp edge, rest assured to recuperate in the general's house, and no longer interfere in the government affairs of the court.”

Yang Haisheng listened carefully to Yang Xuechen's words and asked: ”the dispute between the prince and you wang is imminent. Your majesty is escorting the case between them. You don't participate in it?”

”My son values his body more, cough cough!” Finish saying, Yang Xuechen and violent cough for a while, the words all can't say.

Yang Haisheng waved his hand: ”just, since your body is not comfortable, let's see your elder sister and go back to have a rest early.”

Yang Haisheng has already started to catch up.

”Yes, my son is not feeling well. He left first.” Yang Xuechen finished, with the help of Huo dieying, left the study and walked towards Lin Nanpu's courtyard.

Through an old tree in the courtyard, you can see the little girl carrying a basin of water dyed red with blood, walking out in a hurry. Cuiying and Yang Yan are guarding Lin Nanpu's room.

”Master Lin's back has been bandaged.” With an old voice, the old doctor who had seen Yang Yangui before came out.

Yang Yangui ran to the old doctor and asked, ”is he seriously injured?”

”Miss Yang, young master Lin didn't burn his bones and muscles. After a month's rest in bed, he will recover.” The old doctor said with a bow.

Yang Yangui said a thank you to the old doctor, and together with Huo dieying, Yang Xuechen and others came into Lin Nanpu's bedroom.

This is the first time for Huo dieying to enter Lin Nanpu's bedroom. A pot of Sijiqing, a bed, a cabinet and a bookshelf are planted in the corner of the entrance. The layout of the room is simple and clear.

Close to the bed, there is a low tea table and stool with teacups and teapots on it. Lin Nanpu lies on the bed with a thick bandage on his back and a thin quilt on his waist. He hears people's footsteps and says hello with his head on his side.

”I'll let you see the joke. I'm fine. Just have a good rest for a few days. You're tired too. Go back quickly.”

Yang Yangui sat on a stool against the bed and looked at Lin Nanpu, who had been wrapped into rice dumplings, with heartache on his face: ”OK, you have a good rest. When you wake up, what do you want to eat? Tell me, I'll let the kitchen do it for you.”

Lin Nanpu nodded with a smile.

Huo dieying felt choked in her throat for a moment. She could only stand beside Yang Xuechen and smile at him: ”brother Lin, get better quickly. Don't forget what you said. You're going to get a good reputation.”

Lin Nanpu nodded as if he had pulled the wound on his back and breathed low.

”Get better soon.” Yang Xuechen also told Lin Nanpu that after the latter responded with a smile, he left Lin Nanpu's room with everyone.

In the shelter Pavilion, four people chat simply under the cover of the curtain, while Cui Ying guards outside to prevent people from eavesdropping.