The poor lover provoked Luo Xiaoniang

Chapter 774 As You Expected

"May I go and see your eldest son?"

Mr. Bo Lang's words made Fang Hou Ye suddenly raise his head and said:
"It can't be him! He has been stupid for many years!"

Master Fang then shook his head and sighed, with a look of sorrow in his eyes.

"Perhaps he was cured, or maybe he was cured!"

There was deep meaning in Bo Langjun's eyes, which made Fang Houye's body tremble involuntarily.

The four eyes met and stared for a long time.

"Benhou hasn't visited him for a long time!"

Lord Fang Hou himself didn't know when was the last time he visited his eldest son!

There is a secluded small courtyard deep in the back garden of the Hou Mansion.There are several clumps of thin bamboo outside the courtyard.

Autumn is getting thicker, and the tips of bamboo leaves have begun to turn yellow.

The black round arched door was closed, with rust on the brass knocker.

Master Fang Hou signaled his personal bodyguard, Ruan Yue, to open the gate of the courtyard.

As soon as Ruan Yue walked to the gate of the courtyard, she heard the voice of the third young master:
"Father! My brother's illness is most afraid of being disturbed by too many people!"

Fang Zhuoyi hurriedly approached his father and tried to persuade him.

"Feng Yue will go in with me and Lord Hou, Madam will wait outside the door!"

Bo Langjun turned his head and said to Luo Jiaojiao who was beside him.

"Ok!"

Luo Jiaojiao, who likes to join in the fun, nodded reluctantly.

"Zhang Tingwei also stay!"

After Fanghou finished speaking, he looked at Ruan Yue.

Ruan Yue understood, and gently pushed open the courtyard door.

A deep path stretches forward, and the end cannot be seen clearly, because the trees in the yard are very dense.

The trees in this courtyard seem not to have been baptized by last night's autumn rain, and their branches and leaves are still luxuriant.

There is no fallen leaf on the ground, and there are some dark green moss in the crevices of the stones on the path.

"These trees are too dense, covering the sun, they should be trimmed!"

While walking, Master Fang looked at the faint light above his head that came through the cracks in the leaves and muttered to himself.

The path ends in a corridor that turns to the right.Because of the lack of sunlight all year round, mold spots grew on the corners of the carved railings and paintings on the corridor.

"It's time to fix it!"

Master Fang Hou seemed to mutter a bit remorsefully.

Walking through the corridor, the eyes suddenly brightened.

A water pavilion protrudes above the pond.A man with disheveled hair sat vaguely among the fluttering curtains. The sunlight made his back look very handsome.

Where the curtain flutters, one can see the hem of the seated person wearing a white robe and a red brocade skirt.

"Is it him?"

Master Fang's throat was a little tight, and his eyes became moist.

Mr. Bo Lang accompanied Master Fang up to the waterside pavilion.

Feng Yue and Ruan Yue stood on both sides of the wooden path leading to the water pavilion.Their eyes followed Fang Houye and Bo Langjun's backs.

When Mr. Bo Lang followed Master Fang Hou to turn to Fang Zhuoyun, he couldn't help but take a closer look at the leaf boat that was drawing in the pond with his head bowed.

Eyebrows like smoke willow into the temples, nose like hanging gallbladder, lips as thin as a knife.

"Get out of the way! You are blocking my view!"

Fang Zhuoyun's voice was like gold and jade falling on a plate, mellow yet clear.

When he raised his eyes, his star pupils were like water, unstained by dust.

What a handsome man!Mr. Bo Lang couldn't help admiring in his heart.

Master Fang moved aside, silently watching his eldest son.He wasn't like this before!

He likes to wear silver armor and ride big chestnut horses.His expression was rather stern and his eyes were sharp.

When fighting against the enemy, the marksmanship passed on to him made him extremely skilled, making the enemy frightened.

However, a tragic battle turned the heroic man into what he is now.

He doesn't seem to know his father anymore.

Thinking of this, Master Fang felt uncomfortable as if his heart was blocked.

"It's not bad at drawing!"

Mr. Bo Lang noticed that Fang Zhuoyun's finger holding the pen had thick calluses, so he knew that he had been practicing marksmanship or swordsmanship.

A foolish person will never change his memory of his martial arts, or continue to practice martial arts!So this Fang Zhuoyun was cured?Or have you been pretending to be crazy?

Mr. Bo Lang wanted to test it out, so he walked behind Fang Zhuoyun to get the penholder in his hand.

Fang Zhuoyun instinctively touched Bo Langjun's numb point with the pen in his hand.Bo Langjun turned his arm to grab the brush, but Fang Zhuoyun's pen pointed at Bo Langjun's eyebrows.

Bo Langjun moved back a few feet, avoiding the pen tip, and directly grabbed Fang Zhuoyun's arm.

Fang Zhuoyun had to stand up and compete with Bo Langjun.

At this moment, Mr. Bo Lang realized that Fang Zhuoyun was taller than himself.

Lord Fang Hou had seen that his son had recovered from his illness.Overjoyed, he stepped forward and said:
"Don't hurt your temper! Stop it!"

Bo Langjun and Fang Zhuoyun stopped at the same time.

"The child has seen the father!"

Fang Zhuoyun cupped his hands and saluted.

"Good! Good!"

Master Fang Hou said two good words excitedly, then took his son's arm and looked at his face again and again.

"How can father come here when he is free?"

Fang Zhuoyun's words were full of blame.

"It's all bad for the father!"

Fang Houye wiped the sweat from his forehead apologetically.

"Who is this……"

Fang Zhuoyun didn't know Bo Langjun well.

"He is the uncle of the country! The emperor's own uncle!"

Master Fang Hou said solemnly to his son.

"I don't know why Uncle Guo came to our mansion?"

A look of surprise appeared in Fang Zhuoyun's expression.

"The housekeeper Wu Si and your uncle died unexpectedly one after another, making Wei father feel uneasy! Uncle Guo is ordered to assist Ting Wei's house to investigate the case!"

There was a trace of worry in Fang Houye's eyes.

"Could it be that the father thinks that this matter has something to do with the son?"

Fang Zhuoyun's willow eyebrows stood upside down, and there was anger in his eyes.He never thought that his father came because of suspicion!
"It was Bo who suspected that you had recovered from your illness, so your father came to visit him in person."

Bo Langjun's explanation made Fang Zhuoyun snort coldly.

"Since that's the case, Uncle Guo has met me, but you still think that the death of the doorman Wu Si and my uncle has something to do with me?"

Fang Zhuoyun gritted his teeth and said angrily.

"Where is the doctor who diagnosed and treated your disease?"

Bo Langjun ignored Fang Zhuoyun's attitude, but continued to ask.

"He lives in the Cloud Pavilion!"

When Fang Zhuoyun heard Bo Langjun mentioned Qu Langzhong, his expression slowly returned to normal.

A few days ago, Wu Si had a big quarrel with Qu Langzhong, which made Fang Zhuoyun, who was practicing on this waterside pavilion, very unhappy.

He frowned and walked into the Yunzhong Pavilion, but only saw Qu Langzhong making pills by himself.

He knew he had heard correctly.From this point of view, Wu Si's death has something to do with Qu Langzhong.

"Please sir lead the way!"

What Bo Langjun said made Fang Zhuoyun's face change, but he still took him and his father to the Yunzhong Pavilion.

"I have seen the young master! My master is not here!"

A fourteen or fifteen-year-old drug boy saluted Fang Zhuoyun.

"Do you know where he went?"

Fang Zhuoyun was a little surprised.

"The master said that there are still a few medicinal ingredients missing for you to make the medicine. He went to the mountains to collect medicine."

The medicine boy replied respectfully.

"Do you know which mountain he went to?"

Mr. Bo Lang asked movingly.From his point of view, going to the doctor's office was probably just rubbing oil on the soles of his feet and slipping away.

"Master didn't say that!"

Yaotong looked up at Bo Langjun.

"Which mountain does he like to collect medicine on weekdays?"

Mr. Bo Lang asked.

"It's the Huashan Mountain in the city!"

(End of this chapter)