The little lady of the dude's family, she is tea and rustic

He Zong came back to his senses instantly, "Yes."

He quickly put away his messy thoughts and waited for the instructions from the person in front of him.

However, this person gave him a roll of his eyes and spoke in a softer tone.

"How is your wife's injury?"

He Zong frowned at first, then darkened his eyes, "I'm afraid I'll leave scars, so I'll ask the prince to give me medicine."

The medicine prescribed by the doctor said it would leave no scars, but he didn't think the medicine from the palace would be as effective?
It's just such a small request, the prince won't refuse to agree, right?

Suddenly he remembered that the prince was asking about the injury, so he told the truth.

After getting another eye roll, King Yong felt helpless with anger.

"Only the palm of your hand was injured? Or was it worn by the handle of the knife?"

Then why did he rush to take people away last night and look so cautious just now?
Speaking of which, is it not as serious as his own injury?
There were several wounds all over his body, and both shoulders were bruised and swollen. They were injuries caused when the rebels captured him on the tower.

Although he didn't want to admit it and felt that he was still a little embarrassed, he was even more upset now.

But what else did He Zong say?Strong words and reason.

"My daughter-in-law is afraid of pain. She will cry every time she gets blisters on her feet when walking, and she will cry every time she gets a skin injury when learning to ride a horse. She is most afraid of pain.

What's more, both palms were bruised this time. She always loved beauty, and she would cry to death if she got scars. "

He felt extremely distressed when he thought of his wife crying out in pain, with tears in her eyes, and her red lips pursed as she moaned.

Therefore, he asked seriously again, "Can the prince give me some medicine?"

King Yong now not only wants to glare at him, but also wants to beat him.

When he wrote a letter and mentioned that he was going to get married, you could tell from those few sentences what his mood was when he wrote those sentences. Later, he did not see the Ruan family in person for more than a year, and neither did He Zong. When I mentioned it again, he naturally didn't take it to heart.

When He Zong came, Wang Cheng walked in and out in front of him. Sometimes it could be seen from his words and facial expressions that they had a good relationship as a couple.

But now, all he really wanted to do was pound him.

In the past, when he asked for a weapon from him, he really wanted it, but now he actually had that look in his eyes again.

Just some medicine? Just a scratch on the palm of his hand. He really dared to speak.

King Yong was so angry that he forgot that before He Zong came, he was still doubting whether He Zong was instigated by the leader of the rebel army to rebel last night. Did he think about it when his wife was being escorted to the tower?

"Here you go, pick it up from the doctor in the mansion later."

Now King Yong felt bored just looking at He Zong, and waved He Zong away.

After leaving the study, He Zong did not really leave, but went to the front hall to wait for the prince with others.

He could still hear people talking from a distance, but as soon as he walked in, they didn't speak. More than a dozen pairs of eyes were looking at her directly, as if they were looking at some savage beast, and they were so scared that they didn't dare to speak. .

There are still a few people who are vaguely sympathetic. How can he be sympathized with?
It was really baffling. He Zong asked them, "What are you looking at me for? Are there flowers on my face?"

Naturally, there are no flowers on his face, and it is not good-looking to have a dark, rough face.

But as soon as he said these words, more people looked at him sympathetically.

This excited He Zong. He took a few steps forward and put his arms around Cen Yi's shoulders, hugging him hard.

"Why do you all think so of me?" Cen Yi has known him for many years, but only now does he know what kind of frightening life his good brother has lived, and he has to work hard to hide it outside. How can this make him different? Don't you shed a few tears of sadness for him?

"He Zong, my brother will invite you to drink tonight. We won't go home until we get drunk."

Cen Yi really felt sorry for his brother. Drinking wine and spitting out the bitterness would make him feel better and prevent him from suffering internal injuries.

But He Zong didn't understand his brother's kindness at all, and didn't want to drink Nao Shizi's wine with him.

"No need for today, I'll invite you another day."

However, he still didn't understand what was going on with these people.

Just as they were talking, the other people looked at him even more wrongly, and some even started to sigh and shake their heads.

Cen Yi also sighed in his heart, and he tried to ask, "Are my siblings seriously injured? I still have some good tonics at home, and someone can send them to you later.

Also, it's not good to go out and drink at this time. It's better to wait until the younger siblings recover from their injuries. "

He once again felt sorry for his brother, but he also admired his younger siblings.

Although he didn't see it with his own eyes last night, he was very excited when he heard that his siblings were real heroines.

Therefore, he could only sympathize with his brother in his heart.

When He Zong heard that he was concerned about his wife, he couldn't help but frown and his expression became serious.

He patted Cen Yi's vest and said with deep eyes, "Brother, I will remember this favor from you."

Everyone thought that Ruan Jiaojiao was seriously injured, and when He Zong confirmed it, they became more convinced.

Someone found the person in the crowd who said Mrs. He was not seriously injured and glared at him viciously, including the three people with him.

Last night, the four of them, two others, and the prince were taken to the tower by the rebels. If Mrs. Youhe hadn't come to rescue them, they would have been like the two fallen colleagues.

They were rescued by Mrs. He. Not only did they not think about the grace of saving their lives but made sarcastic remarks, they also argued that Mrs. He was not seriously injured.

Why didn't I realize that they were such villains before? It seems that I have to keep a distance from them in the future. I can't have close friendship with such people.

Mr. Zhao and the other three adults suddenly felt like they were holding back blood in their throats after being stared at. No matter how much they wanted to explain, they didn't know where to start.

He could only go to see He Zong. Master Zhao looked at He Zong sadly.

"Master He, did Madam only hurt her hand?"

He Zong looked at him calmly, "Well, the injury is quite serious, I'm afraid there will be scars. I asked the prince for medicine that can remove scars. I hope it will be useful."

For a moment, there was silence in the room, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Even Cen Yi broke away from his arm and stood at least two steps away from him.

The atmosphere suddenly fell into a strange situation. He Zong felt that all these people were possessed today. Those who came last night were not rebels but shady soldiers, right?
Cen Yi pointed at He Zong and asked in disbelief, "You said my brother and sister only injured their hands?
What about other injuries?Do you have? "

He Zong was not willing to mention his wife in front of so many men, which annoyed Cen Yi.

There was a bit more impatience in his tone, "It's not enough to hurt your hand, where else do you want to hurt?
My daughter-in-law is very delicate and has always been afraid of pain. She almost dropped the golden beans. I don’t know if there will be scars.

She loves beauty very much, and her hands can't cover invisible places. If she really had a scar, wouldn't she feel sad today? "

Thinking about it, He Zong became angry and wanted to drag out the leader of the rebel army and whip his corpse.