The Heartthrob System cultivates brotherhood online

As a senior political official, Yu Lan naturally had the best ward in the military hospital.

The entrance leads to a huge reception room, with beige sofas surrounded by an ebony tea table on three sides. In front of a blank wall is a huge wooden door-shaped shelf, with roses placed on high stools on both sides. The thorny vines tightly wrapped around the upright wooden pillars, but did not climb very high, as if they had been placed there not long ago.

The tea table is an ecosystem of its own. A hose extending from the wall continuously injects water into the huge crack in the middle. Water plants and pebbles are arranged in an orderly manner. The delicate and small koi fish easily wag their tails in this deliberately created ecosystem.

Seven.

During the interval between entering the game, Ling Si was so bored that he started counting fishes.

The bodyguard took them to the tea table and poured water for them. One of them went into the bedroom and closed the door gently.

Less than half a minute later, a tall and strong bodyguard came out, looking apologetic: "Sorry, Minister Yu is ill and can't move. If Young Duke Ling wants to go in, that's fine."

After saying that, the bodyguard glanced at Shang Yue, who had an expressionless face, and his meaning was already very clear.

Ling Si stood up, put his hand on Shang Yue's shoulder, and ordered: "Wait for me outside."

Shang Yue, who had left his seat, fell back down, his eyes fell on the young man's hand on his shoulder, and he nodded gently: "I'll wait for you."

The bodyguard opened the door for Ling Si and soon closed it, blocking out all sight. Shang Yue withdrew his gaze with disinterest, ignoring the two bodyguards' eager gazes.

When I stepped into the room, I felt a brand new feeling. The bedroom was spacious and bright. The layout extended from east to west, and there was still a place to entertain guests. It seemed that Yu Lan often used this place.

The sound of papers flipping gently could be heard in the quiet air. The man leaned against the bed, holding the pages of a book with his slender pale fingers, and his long white hair fell on his shoulders. This young minister fits his stereotype of political officials. His eyes are narrow and long, his eyelids are thin, his brow bones are neither high nor low, his gold-rimmed glasses are loosely placed on his nose, his lips are thin and retracted, and he looks like a heartless person.

As if he had finally come back to his senses from the book, the cabinet minister smiled slightly, his light brown pupils staring straight at the visitor, gentle and warm, like a spring breeze, and the aloofness and coldness on his body faded away.

"You're here." The tone was very familiar, and the direction of his fingertips was a black chair, "Sit down."

Ling Si was not polite and did not expose Yu Lan's gentle appearance. "My father heard that you were admitted to the hospital and asked me to visit you on his behalf."

Yu Lan closed the book in his hand and leaned back slightly. In his own territory, it was never too relaxing. He tried to smooth things over in a gentle tone: "Please also ask the young Duke to reply for me. Thank you for your concern. Yu had an old illness and has recovered a lot after treatment."

"It's natural."

Ling Si nodded slightly and glanced at the flowerpot on the bedside table. The plant in it had just sprouted, and he couldn't tell the variety yet. However, based on Yu Lan's habits, it was most likely a rose.

Next to the flowerpot was a paper newspaper, one page of which was blown away by the wind, and the thin paper was hanging loosely on the edge of the cabinet. In an empire with advanced electronic information products, some mainstream media still print a small amount of paper newspapers, on the one hand for collection as a souvenir, and on the other hand to preserve important information.

They exchanged pleasantries for a long time but didn't get to the point. Ling Si didn't believe that he didn't know about that matter, and the reason he didn't mention it was probably because he wanted him to make the first move.

"I wonder if Minister Yu Lan knows Yu Bai?" Ling Si leaned back, relaxed, and raised his chin slightly. Just by his demeanor, it was hard to recognize that he was here for a confrontation. "A friend of mine had a minor conflict with him. It was a matter between the younger generation, so he solved it himself. I'm worried that you might have misunderstood, so I'll take this opportunity to explain it to you."

"Really? I've been in the hospital recently, so I haven't been informed." A strand of Yu Lan's long hair slid down from her shoulders, and the cold touch fell on the back of her hand. She paused for a moment, and the corners of her mouth were still a perfect smile: "It's good that it's resolved. If Young Duke Ling is not satisfied, that would be a sin."

Recalling the photo that his assistant had delivered to him in the morning, in the photo, his distant nephew was beaten to the point where he could not fight back. A dozen sentries surrounded four or five people with evil smiles on their faces. Not far away stood a restrained and thin guide, who must be the person the young Duke was talking about.

He knew his nephew well. In the past, he had used trivial tricks that did not hurt him and he was too lazy to care about them. But this time, he had offended a tough guy and someone would deal with him so that his hands would not be dirty.

However, Yu Bai still works under his name after all...

Ling Si raised his eyes, "I'm glad Minister Yu doesn't mind. I think being sick will make people's thinking slow, you should have a good rest."

Yu Lan's smile was slightly cold, but it returned to a gentle state after a few moments, as if the coldness and gloom just now was an illusion. Having said what needed to be said and having visited everyone, Ling Si no longer had the desire to stay and stood up to say goodbye.

Just as he was about to open his mouth, there was a knock on the door. The bodyguard appeared at the door and said respectfully to the person on the bed, "Sir, the Crown Prince is visiting."

Passing through the bodyguard's sturdy body that was almost blocking the door, Ling Si vaguely saw a tall and slender figure in the living room, who was about to sit down.