The Grand Secretary’s Pampered Wife

Chapter 597 Husband and wife meet (one more)

Xuan Ping Hou did not let Xiao Heng go, until Xuan Ping Hou's horse took Xiao Heng's horse back to the official road to meet the two, and they rode back to the inner city of the capital.

"Not going back to Bishui Hutong?"

Xuan Pinghou saw that Xiao Heng was not leading the right path.

Xiao Heng said in a low voice: "Well, I live with my mother these days."

Xuan Pinghou didn't ask any more questions.

Although he and Princess Xinyang have been husband and wife for many years, they do not interfere with each other or bother each other, so this is the first time he has come to the house on Zhuque Avenue.

He watched Xiao Heng go in and planned to leave, but Xiao Heng opened his mouth and called him: "Take care of the injury first."

In order not to sound like he cared about him, he added, "It happens that the doctor is here."

"Your mother—"

"she is not here."

Xuan Pinghou raised his eyebrows, I said how dare you become so courageous, and dare to take your father back.

He had been looking forward to it for so long and finally hoped for a little concern from his son. It was impossible for Xuan Pinghou to miss the opportunity to get along with his son.

No matter what, I have to wait until my son calls him daddy again.

Xuan Ping Hou got off his horse.

He didn't even frown when carrying Xiao Heng on his back across the mountains, but now that he was home, he acted instead.

To demonstrate the seriousness of his injury, he limped into the house in a dramatic, limping manner.

Xiao Heng looked at his dragging left leg, and his face darkened instantly: "You hurt your right leg."

Xuan Ping Hou: "..."

It was already the middle of the night, Gu Jiao was also injured and needed to recuperate, Xiao Heng didn't wake her up, but Doctor Song was here and had just finished taking Gu Jiao's temperature.

Xiao Heng placed Xuan Ping Hou in his house, and invited Doctor Song over.

Dr. Song was a sensible person. He had actually vaguely guessed Xiao Liulang's identity after he came to Zhuque Street, but he didn't ask any more questions when he shouldn't ask.

Seeing that Xiao Liulang brought Xuan Pinghou back at this time, he still didn't ask anything.

Xiao Heng took a set of his own clothes for Xuan Pinghou to change into.

To be honest, there is still a difference in stature between the father and son. Xuan Ping Hou has practiced martial arts all the year round, so he is naturally a bit bigger than Xiao Heng, but there is not much difference in stature between the two.

Xuan Ping Hou looked at the clothes that were not too short, and couldn't help but sigh again - his son has really grown up.

Doctor Song began to treat Xuan Pinghou's injuries. Xiao Heng thought that he had only two stab wounds found on the way, but when Doctor Song took off his shirt, the old and new scars on his back almost made Xiao Heng feel uncomfortable. I was stunned for a moment.

Xuan Pinghou has a face as handsome as jade, which makes people subconsciously feel that his body is also the same as his face.

Who would have thought that he was already covered in bruises?

In the eyes of Xuan Pinghou, the minor wounds are no longer injuries, all he remembers is the knife on his back and the knife on his right leg.

Xuan Pinghou raised his eyes and saw his son looking at him with a dazed face, forgetting that his son hated these fighting things the most, and his son didn't like any of the toys he made for his son when he was young.

These scars must be ugly too.

He hurriedly pulled up his clothes, and said to Xiao Heng: "You go out first."

Xiao Heng's eyelashes trembled, and he turned and walked out with a complicated expression.

"Master Hou, your wound has been stitched more than once, right?" Doctor Song said looking at the two important injuries of Xuan Pinghou.

"Hmm." Xuan Pinghou replied vaguely, "Maybe I sewed it once or twice."

He sewed up once when he came down from the battlefield, and then he tore the wound on the road without stopping, and sewed up once or twice when changing horses at the post station.

Doctor Song said earnestly: "Master Hou, it is very dangerous for you to do this! If you are injured, you should rest and recuperate. The most taboo is repeated tearing of the wound, which is more serious than a direct stabbing!"

"Then... will it be disabled?" Xuan Pinghou asked.

Doctor Song sighed: "You are just lucky, and my boss has special wound medicine, otherwise your legs will really be useless!"

Xuan Pinghou's wound was already red, swollen and inflamed, and he soaked in water just now... Dr. Song has never seen such a disobedient patient!

If it wasn't for the owner's anti-inflammatory drugs, Da Luo would not be able to save him if he came!

Doctor Song cleaned up the wound for Xuan Ping Hou. He had to feel that Xuan Ping Hou had a special physique, and even when he was repeatedly torn, he even grew up. It was a bit troublesome to treat and nurse local infections.

"I'll remove the thread first." Dr. Song said.

"Take it down." Xuan Ping Hou Hun said indifferently.

"It might hurt a little bit." Doctor Song said while tearing it apart, when he turned his head, Xuan Pinghou had already tilted his head and fell asleep.

Xuan Pinghou seemed to have sensed something, tried to open his eyelids, and said in a daze: "... What did you say?"

Doctor Song said: "It's nothing, the dismantling is over, I'm going to give you an injection."

Xuan Pinghou glanced at the bottle and infusion needle that Dr. Song had brought over, groaned, tilted his head, and went back to sleep.

Dr. Song tied the pressure tube on him, and muttered, "It's the first time I've had this, and I'm not afraid..."

There were too many injuries, big and small, on Xuan Pinghou's body, and it was half an hour before Doctor Song came out of the room.

Xiao Heng was waiting for him in the corridor.

Dr. Song walked forward carrying his medicine box and said, "Master Xiao."

Xiao Heng turned around and asked, "How is he?"

Dr. Song said: "Asleep, all the injuries on his body have been taken care of. To be honest, he is a bit seriously injured. The cut on his back is so long, and the cut on his leg is so deep."

Xiao Heng looked at the length and depth of Dr. Song's hand gestures, Junyi's brows suddenly frowned.

Doctor Song sighed and said, "Is he not going to die? If he is injured, he should take good care of him. What are you doing in such a hurry to come back?"

Doctor Song didn't know anything about Yan people.

Xiao Heng's throat slid, and there were mixed feelings in his heart: "Then, can it still be cured?"

Doctor Song said truthfully: "Cure can be cured, but it's hard to say whether there will be sequelae."

It seems that we still have to wait for Jiaojiao to wake up and ask her if there is a cure.

This is the house of Princess Xinyang, Xiao Heng didn't intend to let Xuan Ping Hou stay overnight, but Xuan Ping Hou was injured like this, he couldn't really wake him up before sending him back.

Xiao Heng entered the house.

There was a dim oil lamp on the table, Xuan Ping Hou hung a hanging bottle, and fell into a deep sleep.

Perhaps it was only at this time that he lost his high-spirited and domineering posture in front of others, and the haggard and tired look of a wounded person appeared between his brows.

In fact, his injuries have been there from beginning to end, but his aura is too strong when he is awake, making people unable to feel his fragility.

Xiao Heng knew that he had never grown into what he expected. He wanted a son who could inherit his mantle, a son who could follow him to the battlefield, and a son who could make him proud.

But no matter whether it was the self who was gifted at a young age, the self who became the Imperial Academy's sacrificial wine when he was young, or the self who climbed up from the quagmire step by step and gradually showed his fists in the court, he still couldn't make him proud and satisfied.

At daybreak, Princess Xinyang rushed back from outside the city.

They could have arrived a long time ago, but there was a heavy rain outside the west city gate, and a small landslide appeared on the mountain halfway, and they were blocked for most of the night.

The first thing Princess Xinyang did when she returned to the city was to go home to see her son.

As soon as she entered the courtyard, she saw a maid coming out of Xiao Heng's room carrying a basin of blood, her eyebrows jumped!

The most worrying thing still happened!

Ah Heng was tricked by the Yan people!

"Heng!"

No matter how calm the mother was, she couldn't keep calm in the face of her son's distress. Princess Xinyang almost staggered and rushed in. The maid at the door didn't even have time to greet her, and she had already arrived at the bed.

The room was filled with a strong smell of golden sore medicine, which showed that the other party was seriously injured.

With a sore nose, she threw herself on the person on the bed, holding his shoulders tightly with both hands.

"A——"

Before Heng finished speaking, she felt a generous palm slowly land on the top of her head.

This action surprised her for a moment.

There are two main reasons. One is that Xiao Heng can still move, which means that he is not dead and there is still a way to save him; the other is... why did Xiao Heng touch her head?

Princess Xinyang raised her head with tears in her eyes, and stared blankly at "Xiao Heng" on the bed. With just one glance, she stood up abruptly!

"Xiao, Xiao, Xiao, Xiao...how could it be you!"

She stuttered as if struck by lightning!

Xuan Pinghou frowned slightly, a little annoyed at being woken up, he slowly withdrew the hand that touched Princess Xinyang's head just now, and pinched the center of his brow with his fingertips.

Immediately, he frowned and looked at Princess Xinyang: "Qin Fengwan?"