Come on, Your Highness

After all, He Xichao is also "recovering from illness", so it's not good to go to Wei Guogong in the daytime.

After Xiao Hong left, he didn't go back to the palace directly, but went to the cabinet, and sat for a long time before leaving.

After returning to the mansion, he announced the prefect of Jingzhao Mansion to take care of Lin Yuzhi's case.

Lin Yuzhi is just a dandy relying on Lao Tzu to overshadow the sky in the local area. He is young, unstable, irritable and impulsive.

Don't look at the unambiguous action when he took out the knife that day, but he was impulsive and calmed down. Before he was taken into prison, he felt remorseful and terrified.

After that, there is no need for the prefect to interrogate him, and he will explain everything honestly.

Seeing Xiao Hong, Lord Fuyin said: "His Royal Highness, the assassination of a court official should be executed according to the law. It's just that Mr. He is safe and sound after all, and the attempt is not that serious. Generally, a few years in prison is enough."

He looked at Xiao Hong's face while talking, and added: "Of course, it's hard to say whether it's one year or ten years."

Xiao Hong took a closer look at the confession, and said to Fu Yin: "Master Yao has worked hard, but there has been a lot of trouble recently because of this matter, does your lord know?"

"You mean He Shidu's impeachment?"

"Nowadays, there are all speculations out there, and the He family doesn't speak, so I guess it's Mr. Fu Yin who can restore the truth." Xiao Hong stuffed the confession back into Fu Yin's arms, and smiled, "What does Master Yao think? "

Naturally, he is not a fool to be able to hold the position of Jingzhao Mansion Yin, and he quickly understood Xiao Hong's meaning, and said: "Although this is a trivial matter, it is still related to the order of the imperial court, and the subordinate officials should report it to the emperor. "

Wei Guogong's Mansion

The second wife was sent to the family temple, the old lady was reduced to a concubine, and her feet were restrained. Although she hadn't passed the public yet, but seeing Wei Guogong's meaning, it was unlikely to change her mind.

And the only young master, He Mingrui, was lying on the bed and couldn't get out of bed.

He Xichao came alone with Ah Fu, and Xiao Hong was not allowed to follow, which also avoided the suspicion of bullying.

In the dark night, the concierge opened the door, and seeing the face of the person outside the door peeking out from the cloak, he couldn't help shouting in surprise: "Master Xi Chao?"

He Xichao nodded: "I heard that grandfather, no, Wei Guogong has been ill for a long time, I want to see him, you go and report."

"Then, the little one, go and report, please wait a moment." The porter hurriedly ran inside.

Illness comes like a mountain down, sickness goes like a thread.

Wei Guogong lay dying on the bed, his whole body was a little gloomy.

Coupled with the fact that no one can be seen behind closed doors, and there is no one to do their filial piety in front of them, it can't help but feel a sense of sadness.

Between wild thoughts, this condition will not get better.

"How did you develop the habit of locking yourself in the study room without turning on the lights, without talking, and secretly feeling sad when you can't think about it?"

Suddenly a clear and light voice came from his ear, and the familiar sarcastic tone made Wei Guogong stunned for a moment.

"Hey, you don't know the stubborn temper of the Duke, so you can't persuade him." It was He Xiang's voice.

"Don't Grandpa Xiang have the key to Sansong Hall? If he doesn't, then he can change it as soon as he can't get out of bed, and keep a spare pair, so as not to do it again later, and make you wander around outside the house in a hurry."

He Xiang sneered and didn't dare to say anything.

This time Wei Guogong heard clearly, he turned his head, opened his eyes and looked at the leisurely and indifferent figure in disbelief, then stretched out his hand tremblingly: "Xi Chao..."

Although the voice was weak, the two people on the side heard it.

He Xichao turned his head, and under the candlelight, he walked to the bedside with a smile, shook hands slightly coldly and said, "Master Guo, you can't do without me, old man, you've only given yourself three days It's really distressing to see her being taken care of like this."

Wei Guogong looked at him closely, his lips moved slightly, he didn't know what to say, but he didn't say anything in the end.

He Xichao seemed to know what he meant, so he slightly lowered his eyes and lowered his voice: "I heard that I haven't gone to court for three days, I'm worried, so I came to have a look."

After finishing speaking, before Wei Guogong could respond, he couldn't help complaining: "You too, there is no one around, why don't you take good care of yourself and plan to see your ancestors sooner?"

Does this speak human words?

Wei Guogong lifted it up in one breath, coughing violently in his chest.

He Xichao hurriedly said: "Hey, hey, don't, you must have nothing to do, or I won't be able to explain it clearly. It's already very unfilial. You can't bear the reputation of pissing off your grandfather anymore, right?"

"I see...you, you just want to piss me off...ahem..."

Wei Guogong cursed while coughing, a pair of eyes that were originally cloudy and self-pitying burst out with anger in an instant, but the burning was a lot clearer, and there was a trace of original momentum.

He Xiang hurriedly brought water over, and He Xichao lifted Wei Guogong up, took the pillow beside him, put it behind him, put it close to his mouth and said, "It's just right, drink it to moisten your throat, if you feel comfortable, you can do whatever you want." Scold, hit as hard as you can."

Wei Guogong's chest rose and fell, but he drank the glass of water honestly. After all the tossing, he was more energetic.

He leaned against the soft chair weakly, looked at He Xichao, especially with anger: "It's not the He family anymore, why do you come to see me, a bad old man?"

"It's not the He family, but it's also your junior. After being taken care of by you for a long time, I still worry about it in my heart. Why can't I come and see it?"

Wei Guogong closed his eyes and took a breath: "Full of nonsense."

"You can listen to it as you like."

Suddenly He Xichao asked He Xiang: "Have you had dinner yet?"

"No, the Duke has no appetite. He hasn't eaten anything in the past few days. He's so worried." He Xiang also became haggard a lot after that. He was an elderly person, and it was not easy.

"Tsk, you're really capricious, then go and bring it." He Xichao said.

When He Xiang heard it, he was immediately happy: "Yes."

"The old man has no appetite." Wei Guogong snorted coldly and turned his face away.

He Xichao didn't care and said: "You don't have it, I have it, I didn't eat it when I came here, I'm used to the cook here, so come and have a bite."

Wei Guogong felt that his condition was getting worse and he was angry.

He Xiang brought a jar of porridge over, and He Xichao poured a bowl for himself, and said, "I've read the case history of the imperial physician, the common wind and cold turned out to be a serious illness by you yourself, which is the only one in the world. You are old and powerful."

"If you come to taunt the old man and see the old man's jokes, then get out!" Wei Guogong secretly said angrily.

"I'm so angry, so I can rest assured." He Xichao didn't take it seriously, and took a mouthful of porridge.

"He Xichao!"

He Xichao raised his hand and waved it: "No, can you scold me after I finish eating?"

Wei Guogong sighed and went back again, wishing he could go down to the ground and smash the bowl of porridge immediately.

And He Xichao didn't pay any attention to him after he finished speaking, he just ate the porridge as if nothing had happened, his movements were very elegant, but he ate with great relish, he looked really hungry.

Wei Guogong didn't eat much for three days, and he didn't drink much medicine, and he was hanging on with a sense of self-pity.

But when someone finished eating one bowl without hesitation in front of him and was serving the second bowl, his mouth began to produce fluid unconsciously, and there was a sense of hunger in his stomach, and he always felt that the bowl of porridge was particularly fragrant.

Wei Guogong had no choice but to look away, but his sensitive ears and nose did not let him restrain himself, and he swallowed his saliva with a thud.

"Okay, stop pretending, just say what you want to eat." Suddenly there was a joking voice from beside him.

Wei Guogong frowned like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and suddenly turned his head to deny: "Who would want..."

"Open your mouth, ah..." A spoon was directly stuffed into his mouth, followed by the fragrance of porridge.

Shredded chicken, chopped green onion, yam, scallops... completely open up the taste buds that have been empty for three days.

He Xichao was probably the only one in the world who dared to feed Wei Guogong so casually. He had eaten that spoon and the same bowl just now.

Wei Guogong couldn't swallow it with his eyes wide open, and he couldn't spit it out, he was embarrassed and didn't know what to do.

"Is it delicious?" He Xichao didn't seem to notice his unnaturalness, so he just asked with a smile, "Then how about another mouthful?"

He scooped up a spoon, brought it to Wei Guogong's mouth again, and coaxed: "Just take it as a way to save me, come on, come on, you won't have the strength to scold me after eating, right?"

Wei Guogong opened his mouth again after a half push, and condescendingly drank the porridge with a look of disgust.

He Xichao raised the corners of his lips slightly, so he took another sip, and leaned over: "Come on, take another sip, there's still so much, don't waste it, be good..."

"You coax the child!" Wei Guogong said with wide eyes.

He Xichao sighed: "Isn't it just to coax children? Only children don't have to eat to get angry."

Wei Guogong immediately stopped cooperating, and He Xichao hurriedly continued to coax: "No, no, I was wrong. Grandpa is the most reasonable. He didn't want to refute my face and embarrass me. You are the most understanding."

"Stop pouring the ecstasy soup." Although Wei Guogong had a stinky face, he unknowingly ate the porridge, and suddenly his whole body seemed to have strength.

He Xichao put down the empty bowl, as if he had settled his mind and said, "I'm really relieved now."

Wei Guogong was slightly taken aback.

He Xichao leaned on his cheeks and said in front of the bed: "People are like iron and rice is steel. No matter how mild the illness is, you won't get better if you don't eat. I won't be by your side in the future, and if you get angry, you can't stop eating. I'm tossing myself! I love you People will feel distressed, and those who don’t feel pain still don’t feel pain, don’t they?”

These words made Wei Guogong feel sore, he suddenly said: "Then you still go, because the old man's behavior is biased and forced you, so he shouldn't have thought of leaving. How can there be such an unfilial grandson like you!"

He Xichao took Wei Guogong's hand that was exposed outside the quilt into the bed and said: "Xichao came from a small place and has no clan concept. For me, removing the name can get rid of the irrelevant He clan members, and reduce the heavy burden and restraint. All benefits and no harm."

"Where is the old man?"

"You are still my grandfather, and I still want to take care of you in the future." He Xichao said.

Wei Guogong shook his head: "How can it be, don't explain Rui, as long as there are people from the clan, it will not be your turn."

He Xichao said: "As long as you want, you can. As I said, I don't need anything, and I can serve you unconditionally."

Wei Guogong always thought it was He Xichao's nice words to coax him, just for the title and family property.

But now hearing it again, when He Xichao was clearly unable to inherit his title and family property, these words became unexpectedly sincere.

"Xi Chao..."

"I earn my own future, I control my own destiny, all my decisions are based on my own direction, and my future is to walk out step by step by myself. Grandfather, that's why I hope to be treated fairly Can you understand me?"

He Xichao looked at Wei Guogong with a trace of expectation and request in his eyes.

Wei Guogong understood instantly: "The purpose of your coming..."

He Xichao folded his hands in front of the bed, without a trace of averting his eyes: "I am very concerned about my grandfather's illness, and I also beg my grandfather to help my grandson."

Wei Guogong was a little dazed, it seemed that this was the first time He Xichao came to beg him without any terms of exchange.

It's just that this request is too embarrassing for him!

He felt that he shouldn't help, He Xichao is already an outsider, helping him would be harming the He family, how will the He clan raise their heads again in the future?

According to the past, he would never agree.

But for some reason, after that day, something he was chasing seemed to fade away.

"Ahem..." Wei Guogong suddenly coughed in the middle of the difficult decision, and his face flushed suddenly. He didn't know whether it was the body's stress response or anger.

He Xichao patted him on the back lightly. Although he didn't expect much, he was still a little disappointed in his heart.

He sighed secretly, thinking that his grandfather was still the same, and he would have to get some substantial benefits, or be able to cooperate with him.

But today, he gave up coercion and temptation, and decided to go the way of Jingzhao Mansion.

"Have a good rest, drink the medicine, and cooperate with the imperial physician obediently to recover sooner. Your body is your own, and so is your life. If you don't feel happy, it's better to torment others than embarrass yourself?"

He Xichao stood up, persuaded him softly, and then kowtowed.

"Farewell, Duke Wei, take care."

He Xichao left.

His begging attitude is like water, clear and light, not sticky.

I will not plead again and again, using tears and kneeling to soften my heart.

Although Wei Guogong was sick in bed and the Duke's mansion did not see any visitors, he was not isolated from the outside world. He has been paying attention to such a big matter.

Things have evolved to the present, and it is no longer simply the expulsion of the He family. Those who are behind the scenes are fueling the flames, and those who profit from it have all participated in it.

If He Xichao made a mistake, he could fall off the cliff and be destroyed.

Wei Guogong knew that there must be other ways to resolve it based on his ability, and he would not let himself be in the limelight of speech all the time.

Before and after the delisting, He Xichao occupied the moral high ground from the beginning to the end, as long as someone tears up the truth that cannot be revealed, others are free to complain for him.

But after all, there is no one who can better set off He Xichao's selflessness than Wei Guogong himself to admit the selfishness of the He family.

Wei Guogong felt that he was a little crazy at the moment.

"Grandpa, grandparents want to see you." He Xiang sent He Xichao away, and when he came back, he spoke justice to Wei Guo, who was leaning on the bedside in a daze.

Hearing that Duke Wei closed his eyes, he said, "Help me up."

The author has something to say: Some people live their lives without showing up, but after they come, they leave, but they can't return to their original appearance.

This is probably how Duke Wei felt.