Houmen's concubine

Chapter 405 Yan He Meng
Huang Yu and Xiao Mo were even more worried about their eldest son's injury. After bleeding so much, it would be too much for him not to deal with him.

Sure enough, an exclamation came from inside: "Thank you, sir!"

Huang Yu and Xiao Mo didn't care about anything, and rushed into the dormitory.Sure enough, seeing Xie Yuheng with his eyes tightly closed, he was picked up by Mr. Hua Ge and went to the next room.

"Yan Yuheng, please save our son!" Seeing Xie Yuheng's pale and bloodless cheeks, Huang Yu bowed down and begged to Yan Yuheng with his arms folded.

Yan He nodded: "You two come in and take off your outer robe for Master Xie." After speaking, he hurriedly carried the medicine box into the wing room.

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Qin Baozhen felt his eyelids twitching all the time today, and his heart was uneasy.He didn't have to worry about whether his son would be the No. [-] scholar. Anyway, his son's grades are there. After all, the emperor also gave her the second place, Tan Hualang.Even if she failed the exam, at least she was a Jinshi in high school, right?

Just as he was waiting for his son's return at the door of his house, rubbing his eyelids that were beating, he suddenly heard someone exclaiming: "It's amazing! There are gangsters blocking the road and robbing over there!"

My heart is beating violently...

Unexpectedly, after a cup of tea, a strange man who looked like a guard brought the injured Xiao Cong to the door, and then left quickly.

Only then did Qin Baozhen realize that it was his son's carriage that had just been attacked, his head buzzed instantly, and he fell backwards, but fortunately Li Zhong was beside him and quickly supported his fallen body: "Master, master! "

It turned out that it was his own son who was assassinated...
When Qin Baozhen arrived at Xie Yuheng's new residence, Wang Jiahui and his mother Zhao Wen had already arrived one step ahead of him.

Qin Baozhen cried bitterly all the way, tears trembling, and when he entered the door, he called: "Son, son! Daddy is here..."

Eh?Yan He found a strange imagination, Mrs. Hua called out to the wounded in grief: Tong'er.

Over there, the mother and son wailed and cried: "Daughter of misfortune."

At this time, another cry came in great grief: Son... what's the matter?
The furniture of the three passers-by showed affection and weeping, which cannot be faked.

Yan Hemeng!

If Wang Tonger was awake and saw such a violent car rollover scene, she would laugh at herself: What a big social death scene!
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In the middle of the night, Xie Yuheng in the wing woke up and struggled to sit up on the bed.

Xiao Yan, who went to the execution room to receive the punishment, knelt on the steps beside his bed regardless of the stick injury, waiting for Xie Yuheng's punishment.Seeing that Xie Yuheng woke up, he quickly admitted his mistake to Xie Yuheng and said, "It's all the little one who didn't take good care of her and caused Miss Tong'er to be injured. Please punish him!"

Seeing Xiao Yan, Xie Yuheng really wanted to throw him into the dark Deadpool camp.I just think of the kind-hearted little girl, and worry that she will blame me when she wakes up.So he endured and did not punish him again.

He said coldly: "Get up, don't be an example!"

"Thank you, my son, for not punishing me!"

Seeing that Xie Yuheng forgave herself, Xiaoyan also felt uncomfortable. If it wasn't for her lack of willpower, Xiao Cong couldn't stand Xiao Cong's stubbornness and wanted to send Miss Tong'er to the palace for a test, how could she be put in danger?I wish I could be the one lying unconscious on the bed! ,
"Who is taking care of Tong'er?"

"Returning to the elder son, the Wang family, Master Qin and Xiuyun are taking care of them."

Originally, Chen Jiaojiao wanted to stay and take care of Wang Tong'er, but she was so sad that she passed out.

Hua Wen Ge felt distressed, how could she be willing to stay here?He hurriedly picked her up and took her home, and asked the imperial doctor to prescribe her some soothing medicine, worrying that she would be sad and hurt her body.

Qin Baozhen was so sad at first, he didn't pay attention to what Zhao Wen and Wang Jiahui's mother and son were chattering about?
When he heard clearly what Wang Jiahui said: "Sister, wake up, tomorrow is a good day for your number one scholar to parade through the streets. You are the most beautiful number one scholar in the history of our Great Zhou Dynasty... Sister, you Wake up!"

Zhao Wen even sobbed with snot and tears: "Wuuuu, my poor daughter, who killed you with a thousand swords......"

Qin Baozhen was struck by lightning instantly...
My mind is in chaos: Who is the "Tong'er" they are talking about?Who are you sad for?

Xiaoxue raised her red and swollen eyes, knelt down in front of Qin Baozhen, kowtowed to him, and murmured to Qin Baozhen what Wang Tonger had taught her and Madam Xu before: "Master, I'm sorry, it's Xiaoxue's fault that I've been full of you for so long... ···”

Xiaoxue told Qin Baozhen almost all the ins and outs of the incident, but only concealed that Yu Xiaoe's deception of Qin Baozhen and Qin Yu's daughter's affairs.

This is because Wang Tong'er was worried that Qin Baozhen would not be able to accept it if he found out. The woman he cared about the most hurt him the most!
He is full of pampering, and his proud son is someone else's impostor...
Come to a double strike, don't raise your blood pressure then, the consequences will be disastrous!

Xu Jinshen, who had been staying in the outer room for a long time, went in and helped Xiaoxue, who was filled with guilt, get up from the ground, and said distressedly: "Xue'er, I don't blame you, it's only good luck and tricks..."

Xiaoxue crouched on his chest in a collapsed state: "Woooooooooooo" weeping in a low voice.

Qin Baozhen's ears are buzzing, and his soul is wandering into the sky...

He thought he was dreaming, even if he was dreaming, he couldn't dream of such a plot!

Say what?

Absolutely impossible!
"Haha! What nonsense are you talking about? Qin Yu is clearly my son, Qin Baozhen, so how could someone else be the impostor?" Qin Baozhen had a horrifying expression on his usual gentle face, and his voice was never colder than ever!

Zhao Wen took a look, hey!There seemed to be something wrong with Mr. Qin, he hurriedly said to his son Wang Jiahui: "Hui Er, quickly go to the side room and invite that imperial physician over for Mr. Qin to have a look at."

"No need." Seeing that Qin Baozhen's voice was too loud, Huang Yu was worried that there would be too much blood loss in the wing room, and the son who had just fallen asleep was woken up by him, so he simply reached out and touched his sleeping hole, and put him on the low couch in the outer room, Cover with a quilt.

"Master Wang, tomorrow the number one scholar will parade through the streets, and you have to wait in the palace at the right time. After the emperor's bestowal, you should go back early and rest!"

Huang Yu was also kind, although Wang Jiahui failed to get the title on the gold list, but he got a good result in the palace examination, and he must be appointed as an official, either to enter the Imperial Academy to be a good scholar, or to be a master of about seven ranks in various ministries.

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Not to mention that Wang Jiahui was persuaded to go back by several people, but also in the emperor's imperial study in the palace, Mingzheng Emperor Xiao Yi's heart was full of anger: whoever ate the gall of a leopard actually despised the imperial power, despised the emperor!
The Xinke champion Lang who had just kissed him was robbed and killed halfway before he arrived home!

When the person behind the scenes is caught, punish the nine clans and kill them without mercy!

One can imagine the frightening air-conditioning in the royal study...

　Yan He: Mrs. Hua called out to the wounded in grief: Tong'er.

　　The mother and son in this compartment wailed and cried: "Daughter of misfortune."

　　The other side cried out in great grief: Son...

　　What is the situation?
　　The furniture of the three passers-by showed affection and weeping, which cannot be faked.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)