Yan Cigui Chapter 172

Honglu Temple Minister, fell hard outside his yamen.

The movement was so loud that everyone immediately looked over.

By the time the clerks were busy helping him up, Liu Jing still looked stunned.

 “Mr. Liu?”

 “Are you okay, Mr. Liu?”

 Amidst the sounds of concern, Liu Jing came back to his senses.

It was time to go to the Yamen, and there were many officials walking on the street. Liu Jing quickly dusted off his clothes and held hands with everyone: "I'm laughing, I'll make you laugh."

“Mr. Liu,” someone said, “You weren't injured in the fall, were you?”

"Nothing, nothing," Liu Jing replied, "My clothes are thick in winter."

 “You'd better be careful, if you fall and get hurt, you'll be in trouble.”

Liu Jing thanked him profusely, but his expression showed a bit of worry.

 “But are you worried about the young master's health?”

Liu Jing was worried that no one would respond to him. Suddenly he heard someone asking about it, and he quickly raised his eyes to look around.

There were several officials standing in that room, but it was impossible to tell which one asked the question.

However, he fell down even though he was posing, and the gongs and drums were beating on the stage, so he had to continue singing.

 As for whether the person who plays with him is caring or a supporter, it is not necessary to make a clear distinction for the time being.

 It's strange that no one is watching the tug of war between my family and Yunyang's uncle's house.

 And he does need people to watch the excitement.

Thinking in his mind, the worry on Liu Jing's face became a little more intense, and his eyelids were half-draped: "It's better because the water in the pool is frozen. It's better during the day, but the fever is severe in the middle of the night. Madam was worried about this all night I haven't had a full night's sleep, and I'm afraid that my son will not get better, but my wife will fall ill..."

 The wind chill can be severe or mild.

This is a fact.

Nearly all of the people present are married, with sons and even grandchildren. Thinking of their own children being sick, they can also relate to Liu Jing's mood.

Regardless of love at first sight, Li Kui, Li Kui, using retreat to advance, or any other means, after all, the child is sick. How can a father not worry about it?

Mr. Liu fell down in public because of his fatherly heart.

"I'll take a step first," Liu Jing saluted everyone again, "Colleagues, see you tomorrow."

 After saying that, Liu Jing walked away.

Maybe he tore a muscle when he fell. He staggered in the first two steps. After adjusting, he stabilized his body and strode forward.

 Liu Jing left, but other officials had not dispersed.

 Someone muttered first: "After all, he is a son..."

 The voice was neither soft nor serious, but it elicited a laugh.

 The laughter was obviously mocking, and it was not contained at all. Everyone heard it.

Everyone looked over and saw An Yibo's extremely fierce and stinky face.

"As expected, the son who is raised here is his son, and the one who is given away is worthless." An Yibo said.

"Hey, uncle, you can't say that," someone sighed, "Isn't this someone who is sick and in pain? The one who is not sick and in pain..."

"Oh?" An Yibo stared at his eyes like bells, "Where is that person when he is sick or in pain?"

 The tone was so unkind, and because it was so true, no one felt that An Yibo was looking for someone to quarrel with. Instead, he followed this sentence to recall the events of the previous few years.

At that time, the prince inspected Yumen Pass and returned to the capital on behalf of the emperor, and the Duke of Fu escorted him back.

During the inspection, the army fought several times with the Xiliang people outside the pass, and achieved good results, and even won a big victory.

　　Everyone in the court was rejoicing, and many people followed suit and said some words that the Holy Father liked to hear. “The prince is a lucky star.”

"As soon as the prince arrives at Yumen Pass, the Xiliang army will no longer fight."

"When the prince is a few years older and can sit at Yumen Pass, our army will be able to march forward bravely and kill Xiliang so that Xiliang will not dare to invade for ten or twenty years."

The Holy Father was very happy when he heard this.

When the prince's ceremonial guard arrived in Beijing, people all over the city gathered in the streets to watch the excitement.

The Holy Spirit personally climbed onto the Nangong Gate Tower, his face glowing, and hundreds of civil and military officials were listed on the square.

His Royal Highness the Prince got down from the carriage and saluted to the top of the city tower. Everything went smoothly, so smoothly that many people did not even think about why the Duke of Fu was not among the ceremonial guards.

The etiquette was complete, and amid the laughter and laughter, someone finally asked, "Where is the Duke of Fuguo?"

 The auxiliary Duke was seriously injured and could not even ride a horse. He lay in the car all the way back.

 Everyone looked at each other.

　When was it injured? How did it hurt? Why was there not a word mentioned in the battle report sent back earlier?

This is the Duke of the country!

 That day, Duke Fu went to the royal study room, and after leaving the palace, he closed the door to recuperate.

Even if an elder like An Yibo came to visit, he would sit down and have a cup of tea before being sent away without any answers to a bunch of questions he wanted to ask.

The emperor didn't mention it, the prince didn't mention it, and the auxiliary prince himself didn't say anything. Under such circumstances, other officials and soldiers who came back from Yumen Pass also kept their mouths shut.

 It was mysterious, and there were a lot of speculations later.

 It was said that he was injured in a battle, but the whole court cheered and embraced His Highness the Crown Prince. The injury of Duke Fu would tarnish His Highness's reputation, so we simply didn't mention it.

He also said that he accidentally fell off his horse and was embarrassed, but of course he didn't mention it.

There is also something to say that Duke Fuguo disobeyed military orders and left Yumen Pass without authorization, causing him to be injured. The reason for treating him so coldly was to protect him. Fortunately, it did not lead to a big mistake, otherwise the Holy Emperor would not be able to protect him even if he wanted to.

There are all kinds of rumors, some believe them and some don't.

 To this day, no one understands how Duke Fu was injured.

 But they still remember Mr. Liu's reaction at that time.

"Not in the ceremony? Could it be that it has caused trouble to His Highness the Crown Prince and made His Highness tired?"

 “I went to ask, but his mother went to see him, but it was no better than a closed door.”

“I went too, and just sat in the flower hall to have tea. He didn't want to see me at all.”

“His temperament is like this, and he probably feels a little guilty, so he is so repulsive.”

“If it's true, how can he not open his mouth? As long as he is willing to speak, can my wife and I not believe him?”

"Fortunately, His Highness returned to Beijing safely and everything at the border is stable. He should be able to relax a little. Give him some time. When he passes the hurdle in his heart, he should be able to cheer up."

Are those words wrong?

 It doesn't seem like there's anything wrong.

 Compared with today, it is clear at a glance who we care about more and who we are more towards.

"As a parent, who dares to say that his bowl of water is flat?" Someone smiled naively, "The Duke of Fu is the gourd himself, but the younger one explained the matter clearly to Mr. Liu..."

"It's not fair, and it won't be spread out," An Yibo waved his hand and said, "You young people don't know how to show sympathy for the elderly.

 It's good to be young, but you can't imagine the pain of old age.

 Only I, like me, would know that Duke Fuguo hurt his leg and felt uncomfortable.

　　I'm gone. My old cold legs can't bear the weather, so I went home to warm myself by the fire. "

Chapter end