The king will never go to court

Chapter 14 Who Owns Bohai City? (seek collection and follow-up)

"Thief?" The purple-robed old man thought that Xie Wufeng regarded him as a thief who wanted to steal his teacher. Looking at Xie Wufeng who pushed open the bronze door, his eyes became more gloomy, and a layer of frost appeared on his face.

Naturally, Wang Ensheng didn't think too much about it. He stood directly outside the refining room, with his hands folded around his chest, his eyes wide open, and he stared intently at the three people in front of him.

Qing Wan beside her kindly reminded, "Young Master Zuo, do you need help from the medicine boy?"

Wang Ensheng shook his head directly, but he shook his head halfway. He glanced back at Xie Wufeng's back with a guilty conscience. He didn't get any response, so he resolutely refused, "No need! Please stand outside first, don't disturb us Young master."

"you you you!"

"Okay, the young man is ignorant, and you still have the same knowledge as him?" The blue-robed old man stopped the anger that was already on the verge of erupting with his right hand, and smiled at Qing Wan, "Miss Qing Wan, I wonder if you can prepare some refreshments for us two old men. We are waiting here for that kid, maybe he will need us later."

"Okay, two elders, wait a moment." Qing Wan smiled softly, then bowed to the three of them and walked towards the other end of the corridor.

After a while, several attendants came quickly carrying round tables, wooden chairs, and refreshments.

The two old men were sitting outside the pharmacy, sipping tea and chatting.

Wang Ensheng's eyes were wide open, not daring to slack off in the slightest, acting as if he was loyally protecting the lord.

He always pays attention to the movement on the corridor, for fear that someone with ulterior motives will sneak over.

In the pharmacy, there was a smell of medicinal herbs, Xie Wufeng was like a place deep in the valley of medicine, the smell of various herbs, rare herbs, and elixirs filled the pharmacy.

With Xie Wufeng's current body, he could hardly resist the smell of the medicine, and he was even a little dizzy.

Although he had already been mentally prepared, Xie Wufeng was still shocked by the scene in front of him.

The medicine cabinet on the left is covered with the entire wall, and on the long table on the right, there are a lot of stacked and packed herbs. The medicinal smell he smells comes from these medicine bags and the medicine cabinet, without any isolation measures at all. .

"Fortunately, those two old men have been infested with medicinal herbs all year round. If it were someone else who was not sick, they would be troubled by this pharmacy."

Xie Wufeng waved the surrounding air, slowly mobilizing the only breath in his body, forming a breath ripple around him, wrapping himself and the alchemy furnace.

Then he checked the alchemy furnace and the precious herbs prepared for him by Fenghua Building.

When Liu Peilin returned home, he dismissed his subordinates and headed straight for his father's study.

Liu Shuhong, who was dressed in purple uniform, sat behind the desk, looking at his son who rushed in, frowning slightly.

"What's the matter? Are you so flustered?"

As the garrison general of Bohai City, holding the power of guarding the city, he has a kind of majesty.

Under the teaching of his father since he was a child, Liu Peilin was stunned by this momentum, subconsciously shrunk his head, slowed down his pace, bowed and said, "Father, can you know what happened behind this military campaign?"

Liu Shuhong put down the scroll in his hand, leaned against the back of the armchair, and looked at his son quietly, with a hawk glint in his eyes. After a long silence, he opened his mouth to speak.

"Sit down, where did you hear some gossip again. This is Bohai City, not Kaijing."

Liu Shuhong knew very well that his son would often have sex with some literati and scholars from Kaijing, and this was also what he was worried about.

He is the garrison general of Bohai City, everything must be based on the will of Ding Guohou, and there must be no other thoughts, otherwise their whole family will be implicated.

"Father, no. This time there will be no fakes, I heard."

"That's enough! Why do you only study if your father lets you study?"

Liu Shuhong didn't wait for Liu Peilin to finish speaking, he already guessed that his son just heard some news from Kaijing from his friends, so he came here to point fingers.

Liu Peilin was so frightened by his father's roar that his fingers trembled, and he stood up from the armchair in an instant, not daring to speak any more.

Seeing his son's obsequious look, Liu Shuhong's anger was not in one place.

"I'm just such a son, why can't I live up to it? It seems that I still want to ask Lord Hou to let my son go to Shuiyuezong to have a good experience."

The room suddenly became quiet, and Liu Peilin felt his father's anger gradually dissipate, so he mustered up his courage and continued, "Father, this time the capital will be opened this time, and Bohai City will not be ignored. Qianguo's [-] troops are suppressing the border. Stand still, you still have to make plans early."

Hearing Liu Peilin's words, he didn't expect that his son still cared about him at this time. Liu Shuhong's anger was also extinguished a little bit, and he said in a slow tone, "Don't worry about your lord's affairs, study hard. Wait for the army After retiring, as a father, I will ask Lord Hou to send you to Shuiyuezong to practice and practice."

"Ah?" Liu Peilin instantly had one head and two big ones. At this time, he finally felt a wave of unrest, and a wave of rising.

Like a broken ship sailing in the turbulent ocean, the road ahead is dark.

"He wanted to just remind his father to pay attention to Marquis Dingguo, and then he can go to Kaijing to study after the army retreats. In the future, he can also rely on his father's relationship to obtain an official position in Kaijing." Liu Peilin was extremely depressed, and he couldn't He once thought that his father would send him to Shuiyuezong, because he wanted to completely bind him with Marquis Dingguo.

Seeing his son's reaction, Liu Shuhong directly squeezed the teacup in his hand, panting heavily, his chest heaving and falling.

"Are you unwilling to go?"

"Father, my son wants to study hard, and he can go to the Imperial College in the future."

Seeing the hope in his son's eyes, Liu Shuhong sighed helplessly, and completely suppressed the urge to beat him violently, feeling melancholy in his heart.

"I didn't expect my son to have such thoughts in his heart. Does he have to go to Kaijing? Doesn't he know that the honor and disgrace of his family are all tied to Marquis Dingguo, so what is left to rely on after going to Kaijing?"

Suddenly, Liu Shuhong directly crushed the teacup in his hand, and the tea mixed with blood from his palm flowed on the desk. Liu Peilin was stunned on the spot and exclaimed, "Father, what's wrong with you?"

"Nizi! You just stay at home and don't go anywhere without my order, and don't associate with those gangsters from Kaijing again!" Seeing his submissive son, Liu Shuhong's eyes became even colder, and he said angrily .

"My son knows." Liu Peilin said in a low voice while packing up the broken porcelain on the desk and looking at the bleeding wound on his father's hand.

Seeing his son's appearance, Liu Shuhong became even more angry. He casually found a piece of clean brocade cloth to wrap around the wound, and said, "You go out first, and don't worry about the affairs of the country's [-] troops. Lord Hou You have your own arrangements. You just need to remember that Bohai County is the Bohai County of Lord Hou, and the idea of ​​opening the capital is the idea of ​​opening the capital. We will listen to the arrangement of Lord Hou!".

"Oh, my son understands. Father, you have to take care of your health." Liu Peilin looked up at his father's scary eyes, and hurried out of the study.

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