Loyalty Hou Tiansheng rebellious

Sui Zhang, the old imperial doctor came out from the side door of Xu's mansion, and walked a certain way forward, Chen Hen asked him softly: "What is Xu Zhenmian's disease?"

"A few years ago, the old man saw a few prescriptions in ancient books, and it probably could be cured."

"Then what?"

"The prescription will take three years to recuperate, but he refuses." The old doctor Zhang shook his head and sighed, "Now he is just suppressing himself, and he doesn't know when he will be unable to suppress it."

Probably because of Xu Xie's affairs, Xu Xing refused to spend three years on treatment.

Chen Hen thought for a while: "Please prepare, I will persuade him to treat his illness this year."

"That's the best." The old doctor Zhang blew on his beard, "In a few years, when the old man is gone, where else will he be treated?"

"Nonsense." Chen Hen snorted, "Miraculous doctor Zhang lived a long life."

The old doctor Zhang still liked Chen Hen's praise of him very much, so he lowered his head and smiled, and stopped talking.

"However, this matter—" Chen Hen pointed to the car parked at the corner of the street, lowered his voice, "Don't let the emperor know, I don't know why, the emperor doesn't seem to like Xu Zhenmian very much."

But the old doctor Zhang said: "You stayed in the sleeping room for a full three quarters of an hour."

"Ok?"

"I knocked on the door outside a long time ago, but you didn't hear it."

"is it?"

Doctor Zhang knocked on his head, and said in a heavy tone, "Yes."

That's what he said, but when he reported back to the emperor, he said something else.

The old doctor Zhang cupped his hands to Li Yan and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. The old man is getting old, and he misremembered the time. It has nothing to do with leaving the pavilion."

Li Yan probably also knew that he was covering up for Chen Hen, and said with a smile, "I won't punish him."

After saying goodbye to the old doctor with Zhang, Chen Hen was about to climb into the carriage when someone grabbed his clothes from behind.

Chen Hen turned around: "Huh?"

The old doctor Zhang sighed softly, and said, "Don't get hurt any more."

Chen Hen nodded, and answered seriously: "Okay."

"When you were studying in the palace, you would come to look for it when you bumped it. At that time, you thought that when you were older, it would not be easy to get hurt." The old doctor Zhang shook his head and glanced at the scar on his forehead. Injured, "Oh, who knows, but the older you are, the more sick you will be—"

"—Don't get hurt again. In a few years, who will treat you?"

Chen Hen jumped down from the carriage, stroked old doctor Zhang's beard, and joked: "The little old man just likes to think about messy things. When the weather gets warmer in a few days, I'll go to your house to help you dry the medicine. At that time, I will be under your nose every day, and the insect will come to you after biting a hole, and you will say—”

He coughed twice, imitating the old doctor Zhang, and suppressed his voice: "'Li Ting, if you are late, the injury will heal itself.'"

The old doctor Zhang made a gesture to beat him: "You child just deserves a beating..."

Chen Hen took half a step back: "Is there someone to take you back? How about I take you back?"

"No, there is a sedan chair waiting."

"Okay, little old man, go back and prepare some medicinal materials to soak your feet, and go to bed early. Thank you tonight."

The old doctor Zhang pretended to be serious and said: "If you thank me sincerely, you might as well swear that you will never get hurt again."

"I'm afraid this won't work. I'll go back first, and you should rest earlier..." Chen Hen turned around and boarded the carriage again as if fleeing. The next moment, he yelled inside, "Oh my god."

There was also a bang in the carriage.

I don't know if he touched the wound, so the old doctor Zhang hurriedly opened the curtain of the carriage to see: "Why are you always so clumsy? Where did you fall..."

After seeing the situation inside the carriage clearly, he silently withdrew his hand, patted the curtain, and covered the inside, before walking quickly to his little sedan chair.

The fall was not heavy, Chen Hen just knelt down and gave Li Yan a big gift.

What's more terrible is that when he was in a hurry, Chen Hen raised his hand for support.

I really just raised my hand to support it...

"Really..." Chen Hen got up from Li Yan, raised his hands, and quickly retreated to his own position, "I'm sorry, my lord, I just raised my hands casually..."

"Why are you always messy?"

Hairy hands and feet scratch people like a cat's paws, like Chen Maomao's pink feet.

"My lord, I..." Chen Hen wiped his hands on his sleeves.

What a coincidence, Chen Liting blasphemed God again today.

Li Yan lowered his eyes, settled his mind, and said, "Did you touch the wound?"

"No, no, didn't the emperor reach out and grab me."

If Li Yan didn't catch him, Chen Hen felt that he could hit his face.

I was speechless for a while, a little embarrassed.

Chen Hen hummed a little tune, turned his head, and looked around in the carriage, like a playboy.

In fact, he just wanted to see what happened to Li Yan when he slapped him.But I was too embarrassed to look at it directly, so I had to pretend to be indifferent and glanced at him quietly.

His pat - Chen Hen looked at his palm - should not be heavy, if it was heavy, Li Yan would have been unable to sit still.

If it was broken—Chen Hen withdrew his hand and whistled nervously—if it was broken, he swung his knife to pay Li Yan his own, which would not be enough.

Chen Hen quickly glanced at him.

Didn't see clearly, glanced again.

Still didn't see clearly, one last look.

Li Yan asked him: "What are you doing?"

"Slave...you're whistling." He said he was whistling, but Chen Hen didn't dare to whistle anymore, so he opened a corner of the curtain to have a look.

Not the way back to the palace.

"My lord, where is this going?"

"Go home."

"Huh? Which mansion do you want to go back to?"

Li Yan raised his eyebrows: "I promise you not to say anything, why should I tell you?"

"If you don't say it, don't say it."

Li Yan said leisurely: "You used to tell the story about Han Zigao."

"No." Chen Hen hastily denied, "That's what Wang Jide said in the Ming Dynasty."

This story was indeed told by Chen Hen.

At that time in Lingnan, when Chen Hen was tidying up the house, he dug out an atlas. Knowing that Li Yan liked men, and feeling that he was young, he was afraid that he would fall into the quagmire of self-doubt, so he put on his own clothes and acted as a Back to Love Lecturer.

It was at that time that I told him the story of the male queen Han Zigao.It means to tell Li Yan that in life, liking men and women is the same.He hates that his brother will never dislike him, and will always stand behind him and support him.

If Brother Hate knew who the little bastard liked at that time, he would never talk too much.

Thinking about it now, it was as if he was hinting at Li Yan.

Li Yan said again: "You used to tell the story about the beauty in the golden house."

"I didn't." Chen Hen was still stubborn, "That's what Ban Gu said."

"I also built a golden house for you, and now I will lock you in. You are going to stay there for the rest of your life, and I will visit you every day when I go to court."

"My lord..." How could Chen Hen not know that he was just teasing him?

Li Yan stared at him: "I always feel that you are like a lump of candy, and I rely on you for some sweetness in this life. I raise you, and when you are happy, let me eat two bites ,Ok?"

These words sounded sticky, Chen Hen moved aside: "No."

Li Yan shook his head with a smile, and waved at him: "I'm just talking to you, why are you panicking? They are sitting farther and farther away."

The more Chen Hen thought about it, the more something was wrong, and he turned his head and opened the curtain to take a look.

This time he did know the way, it was the way to Zhongyihou's Mansion.

Li Yan asked him again: "See clearly now?"

Chen Hen nodded: "Is the emperor going to the Marquis Mansion?"

"Didn't you say to go back to the Hou's mansion for dinner? You can't make it for dinner, but you can still make it for supper. It's not good to make Master Zhang wait all afternoon."

When he was separated from the concierge, Uncle Zhang, Chen Hen had told him that he would go back to the Hou Mansion for dinner.

But later, Li Yan refused, and ordered someone to lock the doors and windows of the Yangju hall, so he found a young eunuch to report back, saying that he was caught in something and couldn't go back.

Unexpectedly, Li Yan still remembered this matter.

"Thank you, my lord."

"Can you come over now?"

"Okay." Maomao leaned over, wagging its tail.

It didn't take long to arrive at Houfu.

Two lanterns were lit in front of the door.

The Zhongyihou Mansion is different from other houses in Chang'an City. It has white walls and black tiles unique to the south of the Yangtze River. The bamboo fence is neat and tidy. There are a few stalks of green bamboo against the wall facing the street.

Not to mention the stone lions without a town house, even the Bi An with the copper ring on the door has a cute appearance.

The door was ajar, and Chen Hen opened the gap with a push. Poor cat as fat as Chen Maomao can jump up with a meow, squeeze out of the gap, and rub against him. boots.

Chen Hen laughed, leaned over and touched it: "Now you recognize me?"

Uncle Zhang was sitting on the steps inside the door, mixing rice with fish juice for the cat. He didn't know that Li Yan was there, and he chatted with Chen Hen without raising his head: "My lord is back? Someone from the palace said that my lord will be later." When I came back, Master Bai said that we would have dinner together at night, and it would be too late when we waited. Chen Maomao and I, an old man and a cat, couldn’t stand hunger, thinking about the emperor would not make you hungry , we will eat first."

He knocked the small porcelain bowl used by cats on the ground. As soon as he heard the sound, Chen Maomao knew it was time to eat. He stopped circling around Chen Hen's clothes, ran to the rice bowl, stuck out his tongue and licked it. Lick meals.

"It's its fourth meal." Uncle Zhang patted the cat's furry head and stood up from the steps, "Have you eaten it? There is still fish soup in the kitchen, why don't you mix it with cat rice?"

Chen Hen coughed twice: "No, I'm not a cat."

Only then did Uncle Zhang see Li Yan behind Chen Hen, and replied with a smile: "Yes, yes, yes, I never eat cat rice. There is a supper in the kitchen, I'll go and heat it up."

Chen Hen thanked him, turned around and asked Li Yan: "Does the emperor want to eat together?"

Li Yan asked with a suppressed smile, "Have some cat food together?"

Chen Hen raised his hands like cat's claws to scare him: "I never eat this."

But Li Yan clearly didn't believe it.

Chen Hen closed the main door, and picked up Chen Maomao who was eating: "Don't eat it, what's so delicious about cat rice? It just makes people laugh."

That's what he said, but he still picked up the small porcelain bowl that the cat ate.

In fact, Chen Hen wanted to take it to his room to eat.

Uncle Zhang knew Chen Hen's taste, and since he hadn't come back for a long time, he specially rubbed glutinous rice balls for him, put them down and roll them for a while, just right for supper.

Chen Hen sat cross-legged on the couch eating glutinous rice balls, then turned to look at Chen Maomao on the ground.Without paying attention, as soon as he raised his hand, he stretched the spoon into Li Yan's bowl opposite him, and scooped up a ball from his bowl.

It's a beautiful day.