Patrol's sweetheart baby

Sitting on the eaves, Xie Jinbai, who was about to get up, paused.

Back then, he personally gave the order, and Xie Jinbai knew better than anyone what happened to Tang Tang's legs.

However, as Yu Ziheng said, Fengsheng Zengyan said that the key to whether Tang'er's leg disease can be cured lies in him. What does this mean?

Xie Jin Baifu sat down on the eaves again.

"Fengsheng can't say."

"You can't say it? What do you mean you can't say it? Fengsheng, you know better than the old man how the child has survived these years. You have also said that acupuncture does not cure the symptoms at all. Moreover, the old man also noticed that Xiaotang The onset of the leg disease was getting longer and longer, and if it continued like this, not to mention the deterioration of his leg disease, how could his body be able to withstand it?

Fengsheng, I beg you this time.Tell me, how can Xiaotang's leg disease be cured? "

After Yu Ziheng finished speaking, he wanted to kneel down to Fengsheng.

"Go back to Ruan Ling! As long as the young master is willing to go back to Ruan Ling with Fengsheng, Fengsheng will be able to cure his leg disease. It may not be able to completely cure his bad walking problems, at least every rainy and winter, The young master will no longer have to endure the pain of gouging out bones and picking out flesh."

Fengsheng is naturally emotionally indifferent, he doesn't care at all whether Yu Ziheng kneels or not.

Instead, he suddenly thought that in this world, who else could persuade the young master to go back to Ruan Ling with him, and the old man in front of him was probably the only one.

"Back to Ruan Ling?"

Yu Ziheng froze on the spot in astonishment, even forgetting to kneel down.

Tang Tang grew up not by Yu Ziheng's side since he was a child, and because of various reasons these years, the two families have not even communicated with each other.

The nephew and uncle became closer after Tang Tang came to Yingyang to join him.

Ruan Ling is thousands of miles away from Yingyang, how could Yu Ziheng be willing?

But no matter how reluctant it was, it was not as important as Tang Tang's healthy legs.

Therefore, even when he heard that Tang Tang's leg disease could only be cured if he returned to Ruan Ling with Fengsheng, Yu Ziheng still had a lot of reluctance in his heart, but he still forced a smile and said, "Ruan Ling is located in the south. I heard that even in winter there , and the flowers always bloom unbeaten. Xiaotang's body is weak and can't stand the cold. Ruan Ling is indeed more suitable for him than Yingyang.

Xiaotang doesn't want to go with you to Ruan Ling, but are you worried about my uncle?No, not right.I remember you asked Xiaotang before, is it worth it to lose a pair of legs for Xie Huaiyu?Xiaotang's refusal to go to Ruan Ling has something to do with Xie Huaiyu?Does he really want to fight Xie Huaiyu down?This kid, why is he so stupid!

Xie Huaiyu's favor is in full bloom now, how can he bring it down?Furthermore, for the sake of Xie Huaiyu, how can it be worthwhile to fold one's life's happiness into it? "

Fengsheng: "..."

"Today's leg problem is enough for him. Let him rest for a few days. Let's wait a few days. After a few days, he will be better. I will persuade him again! He must agree. This matter."

The old man's associative ability is really gifted, but by accident, his goal has been achieved.

Fengsheng bent his lips and smiled, "Okay. Then, Fengsheng will wait for the good news from Uncle."

Yu Ziheng didn't know the inside story, and said in a firm tone, "Don't worry, this matter is on the old man. If Xiaotang insists on refusing, the old man will tie him up and send him to Ruan Ling!"

Yu Ziheng came out of Fengsheng's room and went to Tang Tang's room. Seeing that he was sleeping peacefully, he turned off the light, closed the door and left.

Yu Ziheng's figure disappeared around the corner of the corridor, and Xie Jinbai swept down from the eaves.

Silently pushed open the door.

Pushing open the door, Xie Jinbai heard rough breathing.

Xie Jin's white eyes flickered.

With his excellent ability to see at night, he took advantage of the faint moonlight outside the window to avoid the tables and chairs in the room, bypass the screen, and walked quickly to the bed where Tang Tang was lying.

"Ho-ho-"

Tang Tang's mouth made a rough and hoarse sound that seemed to be made by a person who fell into a well.

Desperate and sad.

At first, Xie Jinbai thought Tang Tang had a leg problem and woke up from the pain.

When he got closer, he found that Tang Tang was still sleeping, and his sleep was extremely unsteady.

It was like a nightmare.

Tang Tang was indeed trapped by the nightmare——

The emerald green plantains are reflected on the windowsill.

The sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy was lying on the bed, and he could faintly hear the beating of drums in the dragon boat race and the cheers of the common people.

Suddenly, bean-sized raindrops fell on the plantain and the window sill.

The rain is getting heavier.

The sky darkened, as black as the night of splashed ink.

It was raining heavily.

The tiles on the roof were blown away by the strong wind, and the bed curtains dripped water.

"My lord, it's bad! There's a flood! Come on, let me carry you on my back! My servant will carry you out!"

Enduring the discomfort in his body, the young man lay on the servant girl's back.

The servant girl stumbled, carrying the little master on her back, and left the house.

The streets were full of people fleeing in panic.

Behind him is the raging flood that is about to roll in.

The fleeing crowd overwhelmed the master and servant.

The maid fell heavily to the ground, and the young master behind her also fell heavily.

The injured buttocks and legs fell to the ground, and the body was about to split in two, which was a painful pain.

"Master, son, how are you? Are you all right?"

Qingluan nervously helped Tang Xiaotang up.

Looking at Qingluan's broken forehead and bloody palm, how could Tang Xiaotang still say the word "pain"? "

Tang Xiaotang shook his head.

Qingluan was relieved, she knew that her knee was also hurt, but she still endured the pain and knelt down, "Come on, son, come up quickly."

Tang Xiaotang sat on the ground.

He took out the veil from his bosom, clumsily but gently bandaged the cut on the maidservant's forehead, and said calmly, "Qingluan, let's go. You can't go far with your back on your back."

"Young master! What are you talking about! Qingluan is very strong, Qingluan can carry you! Don't worry, I will definitely throw you again!"

Behind him, the sound of rushing water could be heard.

Tang Xiaotang said harshly to Qingluan, "Let's go!"

Qingluan has been serving the young master for so long, why has he ever been yelled at by the young master like this?

Feeling aggrieved, her eyes turned red, but she refused to leave.

Tang Xiaotang's leg injury was not healed, and he couldn't even stand up by himself.

He could only stare scarlet, watching Qingluan struggling to carry him on his back again.

The flood came roaring.

The master and servant were instantly dispersed by the raging flood.

"Master! Master!"

Qingluan was swept away by the flood, still struggling desperately, trying to swim close to the little master.

Tang Xiaotang was heartbroken.

Let yourself be washed away by the flood without making any calls for help.

Qingluan is a good maid, he is determined to survive the flood, why bother to take Qingluan's life?

The flood that had been raging for several days finally subsided.

The little prince, who was lucky enough to survive because he was holding driftwood, was saved by kind people.

After waking up, she was arguing and arguing, looking for her maid, Qingluan.

A few days later, Qingluan's body was found.

The body was swollen by the flood, and the death was horrific.

All the onlookers turned their heads, covered their mouths and noses in disgust, and some even lay down under the tree and retched.

The young man who was being carried by the servant struggled to get down and knelt beside the corpse.

His eyes were red from weeping, and he cried silently.

Warm tears fell from the corners of Tang Tang's eyes, and fell on the back of Xie Jinbai's hand drop by drop, scalding holes in his heart one after another.

In those years when Chun'an left Yingyang, what happened to his Tang'er that made him cry so desperately in his dreams?

Xie Jinbai leaned over and kissed away the tears from the corners of Tang Tang's eyes.

The rising red sun illuminates the eaves and courtyard covered in snow.

The sun shone into the room and kissed Tang Tang's eyelids.

The moment he opened his eyes and saw the sunlight shining in the room, Tang Tang was in a daze for a moment.

How long has he not slept until the sun is bright?

Wait, wait, god, is it dawn?

Oops, morning!

Tang Tang lifted the brocade quilt and was about to stay in bed.

With a "squeak", the door was pushed open.

Yu Ziheng walked around the screen and saw Tang Xiaotang who had already stepped on the bed with one leg, and hurriedly helped him back to the bed again, "Your leg was only injected with needles yesterday, and you should not move around more in the past two days. Are you going to Where are you going? But do you want to go to the toilet? If you want to go to the toilet, tell the servant in the mansion, and uncle will ask the servant to bring the chamber pot."

"Uncle, call Fengsheng for me, I should, cough, cough, go, cough, cough, go, go to morning court..."

If he is like this today, he will definitely not be able to walk, and he needs to carry him out of the house.

"Your body is like this, why do you still have to go to court? Don't worry, uncle has asked for two days off for you. You don't have to go to court for these two days."

Tang Tang was taken aback.

"Don't worry, since you entered the imperial court as an official, except for taking a bath, no matter it's windy or rainy, or your legs are attacking, you haven't missed a single day in the morning. Your Majesty knows that you are loyal and will not ask for two days of sick leave because of you. Then stay away from you. Take advantage of these two days of vacation, you can cultivate well in the mansion."

Yawning, Fengsheng walked in from the door, just in time to hear Yu Ziheng's words, and immediately sneered in his heart.

Ah.

The young master of his family was not worried about whether the emperor would alienate him or not, it was clearly because he couldn't go to the early court, so he couldn't see Xie Huaiyu, so he might be very disappointed at the moment.

I just don't know how Emperor Zhaoyang would feel if he knew that his court ministers went to court diligently every day because of his good friend Xie Huaiyu.

Yu Ziheng heard footsteps and saw that Fengsheng had also gotten up, so he nodded to him, turned his head and looked at Tang Tang again and asked with concern, "How do your legs feel now? Do they still hurt?"

Tang Tang shook his head, "It doesn't hurt."

Does it hurt?

If it doesn't hurt, why did you ask him to call for life just now?

It is clear that it is so painful that it still cannot walk, or else with Xiaotang's temperament, as long as he can walk with both legs, he would rather limping out of this door.

Knowing that the child just didn't want to worry himself, and Yu Ziheng didn't expose it, he changed the subject, "Are you hungry now? Is there anything you want to eat? Uncle will tell the kitchen to do it." "It's all right. Cough cough Cough, Uncle, Uncle decides what to do, that's fine."

After sleeping all night, Tang Xiaotang still had a cough.

For this answer, Yu Ziheng was not surprised at all.

Hey.

When Mingming lived in his house when he was young, he was still a very picky eater.

I don't know how Tang Shimao raised the child, the good young master of the magistrate's family, who was supposed to be spoiled and spoiled, but in the years he has been in his house, he has never seen anything that this child would not eat.

No matter what the kitchen is doing, it always picks up everything, and I don't see if I pick more dishes or less, never ask for advice, and never take the initiative to ask him for anything.

I can't think about it, just thinking about it will make my eyes feel sore again.

It was his uncle's dereliction of duty that caused the child to suffer so much.

In order to avoid losing his composure like last night, Yu Ziheng hurriedly stood up.

When he got up, his knee accidentally touched the stool on the side of the bed.

"Grumbling--"

On the stool, a bamboo tube rolled down.

"Hey, it's strange, Xiaotang, why did you put such a stool beside your bed? Why is there still a bamboo tube on this stool?"

Bamboo tube?

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"Ah Yao, go and put the scented tea into a bamboo tube."

"But, fourth son, your injuries..."

Hearing the word bamboo tube, Feng Sheng unconsciously remembered the conversation between Xie Jinbai and his boy servant A Yao when he went to assassinate Xie Jinbai last night.

Looking at the bamboo tube on the ground, how can I look at it, why is it not pleasing to the eye!

No matter what the origin of this bamboo tube is, the origin is always unknown!

Let's talk about it first!

Immediately, with sharp eyesight and quick hands, before Yu Ziheng, he bent down and picked up his bamboo tube, "Perhaps the servants in the mansion were working and left it in the room. I'll go and ask, whose is it."

After all, he took the bamboo tube and walked out.

"and many more--"

Tang Tang called Feng Sheng.

Fengsheng's attitude is too suspicious!

He was sure that this bamboo tube had never appeared in his room before he went to bed last night.

Others were still asleep in the house, so there was no possibility that someone would come in to clean the house and leave the bamboo tube behind.

Besides, how could Fengsheng be such an enthusiastic person?

Who left this bamboo tube behind, he wouldn't care at all in normal times.

Tang Tang looked at Fengsheng and said, "Bring the bamboo tube, let me have a look."

"It's just an ordinary bamboo tube, what's so good about it?"

The more Feng Sheng refused, the more Tang Tang felt that there was something weird about it.

He said in a deep voice, "Bring it."

With great reluctance, Feng Sheng handed over the bamboo tube.

The author has something to say: I am coding, Xiao Zuojing is playing alone in the room.

Then, when she stepped over the bed rail by herself, stuck, stuck, stuck...

The pain was so great that I was jumping there with my hands covered, and tears fell down.

Distressed and exasperated.

Coaxed for a long time.

Hey, every weekend, the code word is a matter of every stitch.

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So I updated a little bit more, as compensation for the late update.

笔芯……感谢在2020-09-1221:58:53~2020-09-1322:39:58期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: 8 sweet porridges;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 4220760011 bottles; 5 bottles of Gentle Wind; 3 bottles of Zhi'ai Yusheng;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!