When stepping out of the palace gate, Luo Wei's legs softened and he fell to the ground again. The suffocation in his heart was so intense that he was angry with Longyu and the Queen, or felt guilty for Long Xiang, or perhaps he felt that Long Xuan was sick in bed, Luo Wei bit his lip, and today he will still feel sorry for him. Is that person sad
"Son!"
Luo Wei looked up and saw Wei Lan.
"Master fell?" Wei Lan saw Luo Wei's face turning pale, and looked up and down at Luo Wei, for fear that Luo Wei was injured.
"I'm fine," Luo Wei stood up with the strength of Wei Lan's hand, "Go back."
"Your hand?" Wei Lan saw that Luo Wei's right hand had a broken piece of skin.
"I'm unlucky today," Rowe looked at the injury nonchalantly. "With this, I've already fallen two somersaults."
Wei Lan was relieved to see that Luo Wei was walking briskly, and helped Luo Wei to get into the carriage, using a clean handkerchief dipped in tea to wash the wound on Luo Wei's hand.
"No bleeding," Luo Wei coaxed Wei Lan to see Wei Lan pursing her lips, "I will see the way when I walk in the future."
"Young master speaks, it's good to do what you say," Wei Lan looked at the wound on Luo Wei's hand carefully, for fear that he hadn't washed it, "If the skin is torn and stained with dirt on the ground, the wound will not grow well. ."
"Lan, you're just like an old mother now," Wei Lan's nervous look made Luo Wei's heart warm, and a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said, "I just broke a little skin, if I break my hand, you will How to do?"
"Young Master just said that he will be careful in the future," Wei Lan knew that Luo Wei was joking, but he was still unhappy. Why didn't this person know how to take care of himself? "Master, don't you feel pain?" This wound is not just a little bit of skin, but a large piece.
"Small injury, how painful can it be?" Luo Wei withdrew his hand from Wei Lan's hand. "Don't worry, we are also people who came back from the war. You are going to make people laugh."
"Let's wrap it up," Wei Lan said.
"Do you still have a clean handkerchief?" Luo Wei looked at the wet handkerchief on the small table and asked Wei Lan, this handkerchief was still carried by Luo Wei himself, Wei Lan hesitated for a moment, and said, "On me Yes, if the son doesn't dislike it..."
"Okay, bag," Rowe stretched out his wounded hand again.
Wei Lan hurriedly took out her towel and carefully wrapped Luo Wei's injured hand.
Luo Wei looked at Wei Lan, blinked his eyes, and suddenly said to Wei Lan, "Lan, His Majesty asked me today if there is any place I want to go."
Wei Lan said, "Why does Your Majesty ask your son this?"
"I do not know."
"Where does the boy want to go?"
"I don't know, I rarely leave Shangdu," Luo Wei held his chin in one hand, tilted his head and thought, "Lan, is there any place you want to go?"
Wei Lan shook his head, "I followed Luo Zhuang to many places."
"What does he do," Rowe said. "I'm asking where you want to go."
"I'll go wherever the son goes."
"Well, where is Lan's hometown?" Luo Wei asked again.
"Xuanzhou."
"It's very far from there."
"It's a border town, it's very small."
"I heard that Xuanzhou's jade is very famous, Lan, what fun is there in Xuanzhou?"
Wei Lan dexterously tied a knot on Luo Wei's injured hand, trying to remember what Xuanzhou looked like, but he had been away from his hometown for a long time. .
"Lan, I want to go to Xuanzhou," Luo Wei said at this time.
Wei Lan looked up, and the sunlight walked into the carriage through the gap in the curtain, forming a small halo between him and Luo Wei, and the teapot boiling water on the small table was rumbling. Wei Lan couldn't see Luo Wei's face clearly, he felt like he was in a dream.