I'm so scared that I hug my body tightly

The leaves in the mansion were yellow, and the wind blew over and ripped off a few yellow leaves, and one of them happened to float into the house along the half-open window, and fell into the inkstone on the small desk in front of the window.

"The emperor has been in office for five years. Cong Yi, do you think the emperor has done nothing in these five years?"

"Prime Minister Zhang is ambitious. When the first emperor was in power, he was deceived to make him bigger. After the first emperor left, the surname Zhang became more courageous. He deceived the emperor when he was young and tried to control the government."

"In the past five years, the emperor has secretly wooed trustworthy people, and gradually weakened Zhang Thief's power. Looking around, who is still following Zhang Thief in the court?"

"The Minister of Rites of the first rank, the minister of the Ministry of War of the second rank, the minister of the Dali Temple, the envoy of the general administration, and the guard of the army of the third rank..."

"Let's not say one is older than the other, and most of them are talkative masters."

"The prime minister is old after all, and sooner or later the court will be controlled by the younger generation, and this generation is all promoted by the emperor."

"Congyi, you and I have studied in the same school since we were young, and practiced martial arts in the same martial arts field. How can I have the heart to let you follow the prime minister to do kung fu for nothing?"

"Brother, I hold the Fourth Army of Mobei in my hand, and I have been away all year round. From the time you were in charge of the right guards in the capital, and when you moved to Zhang Bandit, the two of us will be ministers of great service, assisting the emperor, and making the barbarians afraid Wouldn't it be comfortable to trample on half a step, to protect the safety of the emperor and the peace of the capital?"

"Besides, from the beginning, even if you don't think about yourself, you still have to think about Xiao Chong'er."

"The best medical skills in the world are all in the palace, and the most precious medicinal materials are also lying in the emperor's private treasury."

"Since uncle and aunt left, the entire Huafu depends on you. You are capable, and you have not fallen into the name of Huafu for several generations, but your family is not as rich as before."

"What's more, Prime Minister Zhang is definitely not a good person. What if something happens to you and Xiao Chong'er is left alone, what do you want her to do?"

"The emperor is warm-hearted. Xu Xiao Chong'er is the best imperial doctor and the best medicine. If you want, he will give you a title so that Xiao Chong'er will have no worries in his life."

Hou Chengjue poured himself a cup of tea, downed it in one gulp, stared at Qianfan, and asked, "Congyi, what do you think?"

"En, okay." Qian Fan's expression didn't change a bit from the beginning to the end, and after listening to Hou Chengjue's solicitation, he readily agreed.

"... Agreed?" Hou Chengjue twitched his eyebrows, and pressed the hand holding the gold medal involuntarily.

"accepted."

In Qian Fan's heart, he doesn't care about the emperor, the prime minister, or the power struggle. The only thing that moves him is the promise to Qian Zhong.

He had to admit that he had no way to make Qianzhong get better except to use his spiritual energy to recuperate Qianzhong's body every day.

Ordinary people have their own methods, Qian Fan felt that an ordinary doctor can keep Qianzhong for 16 years without any problems, and it must be no problem to persist for another 16 years.

"Hey." Hou Chengjue felt a little bored when he achieved his goal inexplicably before throwing out the weight, and he shoved the gold medal under the pillow, "This is the gold medal given by the emperor to avoid death. You put it away, maybe it will be used sometime.”

Qianfan took out the gold medal, glanced at it, curled his lips, not wanting to express any opinion on the dragon pattern on it.Squeezing her fingers together, the gold token was extremely hard, without any denaturation, not even a fingerprint, Qianfan lowered her eyes and stuffed the gold token back into the pillow.

"What's the matter? What makes you unhappy?" Hou Chengjue shook his serious look, and squinted his eyes in a funny way to Qian Fan's eyes.

"It's nothing." Qian Fan lay down on his side, "I'll take a rest, you know the mansion well, you can do whatever you want."

"Go to sleep, I'll tell the kitchen to make some porridge, and I'll wake you up to drink later."

"it is good."

By the time Qian Fan was woken up, it was already dark.

The mansion began to light the lamps, Qianfan was holding a bowl and drinking porridge spoon by spoon, it looked indescribably beautiful under the bright yellow light.

Hou Chengjuan coughed in disguise, and turned his head to pretend to look at a set of decorative throwing knives hanging on the wall.

"It's getting late today, I won't go back to the Hou's mansion, let's take a rest here from Congyi."

Qianfan nodded and responded directly, and planned to go to sleep after eating the porridge without much energy.

He was used to a body full of spiritual power, but never once did the mortal body with spiritual power make him feel as if something was always pressing on him, it was too heavy.Not to mention that his body was already in a wounded state, if he wasn't so hungry, he really wanted to sleep all the time.

He ordered the housekeeper to boil the bath water, and just soaked in it, but the housekeeper knocked on the door twice outside.

"What's the matter?"

Qian Fan was drowsy after being soaked in hot water. He closed his eyes and pillowed on the edge of the barrel, his jet-black hair soaked in the water, covering his naked upper body.

"Master, Mr. Zhang, Minister of Dali Temple, please see me."

"No." Qianfan moved his body impatiently, and sank into the bucket again.

"This..." The butler was a little bit embarrassed, the lord Zhang was very entangled with his young master, so it stands to reason that he should be able to stop him if he is ordered by the master.

But he happened to hold an important position in the Dali Temple, so if he really wanted to blame him, he would have no choice but to give him any name.

Besides, the young master and Mr. Zhang belong to the same line of prime ministers, so it's really not good to make the relationship stiff.

Thinking of this, the butler knocked on the door again, and saluted respectfully even though he couldn't see inside the door, but was about to speak but was interrupted by a sudden cold snort coming from beside him, and suddenly broke into a cold sweat, plopped down on his knees, and flinched in tone.

"General Hou, you haven't gone to bed yet."

"Hmph, those who are greedy for life and afraid of death, inside the door is your master, and outside the house are people who are eyeing your master. Who do you listen to? Hmm?"

Hou Chengjue's face was extremely ugly, and he kicked the trembling housekeeper kneeling on the ground. The housekeeper, who had never suffered any serious crime, could not bear this kick, and immediately rolled three feet away and passed out.

At this time the door opened, Qian Fan was leaning against the door holding a handful of wet hair, only wrapped around his body in a middle coat, and the jade-colored outer robe was casually draped over to reduce injuries, Hou Chengjue was stunned for a moment, and walked up Drive people into the house.

"Go back and wipe it clean and change into something warmer. It's already hurt. Do you think it's not fast enough?"

Qian Fan was obediently pushed into the house, and before leaving, she tapped the fainted butler outside the door with her chin, and said, "Just leave it alone?"

"You worry a lot." Hou Chengjue snorted, "The old guy who is the seller for glory, just sell it. I will send you a good one from Hou's house."

"Forget it, I always feel that I can't protect him, and when he knows that his master is not easy to mess with, he will be able to toughen up in front of others."

Qian Fan has a thorough understanding of this matter, the master has no power, and the servants under him have no confidence to speak harshly.The original owner supported a Huafu by himself, and had a sick younger sister to take care of.

Prime Minister Zhang's kindness to the original owner in the early years saved Qianzhong, and at the same time made the original owner obey the prime minister's words, and treated Prime Minister Zhang's lineage with three points of courtesy.

Dali Temple Minister Zhang Zhang Yu is an old man who is almost 50 years old. He has a vicious temperament and despises human life, but he acts cautiously. No one could come up with enough evidence to dispose of him.

In addition, there is one thing about this lord that makes people dare not say anything, that is, he loves whoring, the key is that he is not taboo, regardless of men and women, if he is attracted to someone, he will make the whole family guilty and persecuted by tricks Many people "willingly" obeyed him.

And at last year's Huachao Festival, Yuanshen, who was traveling with his younger sister, fell into Mr. Zhang's eyes just like that, and became his favourite.

Originally, the rank of the official rank of the Imperial Guard of the Right Guards was no lower than that of Dali Temple Minister, not to mention that Qian Fan was registered with the prime minister, and Mr. Zhang did not dare to move rashly and could not move, so he could only harass those who were late. I dare not do it too late.

"Master, that Zhang surname refuses to leave!" There was a knock on the door, and a young voice came.

Hou Chengjue paused for a moment while wiping someone's hair, replaced the half-wet towel as if nothing had happened, took a new one and continued wiping.

"How to do it from the beginning?"

"Invite people in first." Qian Fan pressed Hou Chengjue's hand, got up and straightened his coat, and changed into a thick outer robe, "I'll go and see, do you want to avoid it?"

"Then you go, I really have to avoid it." Hou Chengjue touched his nose helplessly, "Be careful."

Qianfan nodded, and went to the front hall under the leadership of the servant.

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Today it's even shorter... well, your shortest chapter yet ;-)

But the plot has already begun~

It was the first time to truly be a mortal, and Qianfan said that this pear is very big.

I'm about to meet the little boss, what will happen to Qianfan without the ability of a fairy?