Marquis Xuanping did not put Xiao Heng down, until Marquis Xuanping's horse took Xiao Heng's horse to detour back to the official road to meet the two, and the two rode on their horses and returned to the inner city of the capital.
"Don't go back to Bishui Hutong?"
The Marquis of Xuan Ping saw that the road that Xiao Heng led was not right.
Xiao Heng said in a low voice, "Well, I live with my mother these days."
Xuanping Hou did not ask any more questions.
Although he and Princess Xinyang have been married for many years, they do not interfere with each other and do not disturb each other, so this is the first time he has come to the house on Suzaku Street.
He watched Xiao Heng go in and was about to leave, but Xiao Heng opened his mouth and stopped him: "Take care of your injury first."
In order not to sound like he cared about him, he added, "The doctor happened to be there."
"Your mother-"
"she is not here."
Marquis Xuanping raised his eyebrows, and I said how dare you become so courageous and dare to take your father back.
He had waited so long for his son's care, and it was impossible for Marquis Xuanping to miss the opportunity to get along with his son.
No matter what, I have to wait until my son calls him Dad again.
Xuanping Hou turned over and dismounted.
He didn't frown when he was carrying Xiao Heng over the mountains and mountains, but now that he was home, he acted instead.
In order to show the seriousness of his injury, he limped into the house with great exaggeration.
Xiao Heng looked at the left leg he was dragging, and his face darkened instantly: "You hurt your right leg."
Xuanping Hou: "..."
It was the second half of the night, and Gu Jiao was injured and needed to recuperate. Xiao Heng didn't wake her up, but Doctor Song was here and had just taken Gu Jiao's temperature.
Xiao Heng placed Marquis Xuanping in his room and invited Doctor Song over.
Dr. Song is a sensible person. After he came to Suzaku Street, he had already vaguely guessed Xiao Liulang's identity, but he didn't ask a word that he shouldn't have asked.
At this time, seeing Xiao Liulang bringing Xuanping Marquis back, he still didn't ask anything.
Xiao Heng took a set of his own clothes for Xuanpinghou to put on.
To be honest, there is still a difference in the stature of the father and son. Marquis Xuanping has been practicing martial arts all year round, and is naturally a bit burlier than Xiao Heng, but the stature of the two is not much different.
Marquis Xuanping 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 Xuanping Hou's injuries. Xiao Heng originally thought that he only had two stab wounds found on the way. Unexpectedly, when Doctor Song took off his shirt, the old and new wounds on his back almost made Xiao Heng Instantly stunned.
The Marquis of Xuan Ping has a handsome and jade-like face, 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 and bruises
In Xuanping Hou's eyes, small injuries were no longer called injuries. All he remembered was the knife on his back and the knife on his right leg.
When Xuanping Hou raised his eyes, he saw his son looking at him blankly, forgetting that his son hated these things the most, and he didn't like any of the toys he made for his son when he was a child.
The scars must also be ugly.
He hurriedly pulled on his clothes and said to Xiao Heng, "You go out first."
Xiao Heng's eyelashes trembled, and he turned around and walked out with a complicated expression.
"Master Hou, have your wounds been sewn more than once?" Dr. Song said, looking at Xuanping Hou's two important wounds.
"Yeah." Xuanping Hou replied vaguely, "I sewed it once or twice."
It was sutured once from the battlefield, and then the wound was torn on the road without stopping, and another time or two was sutured when changing horses at the inn.
Dr. Song said earnestly: "Master Hou, this is very dangerous for you! If you are injured, you should have a good rest. The most taboo is to tear the wound repeatedly. This is more serious than a direct stab!"
"Then... will it be disabled?" Xuanping Hou asked.
Dr. Song sighed: "You are lucky, and my boss has a special wound medicine, otherwise your legs will really be useless!"
Marquis Xuanping's wound was already red, swollen and inflamed, and he was soaked in water just now... Doctor Song has never seen such a disobedient patient!
If it weren't for the owner's anti-inflammatory medicine, the Daluo Immortal couldn't save it!
Dr. Song cleaned up the wound for Marquis Xuanping. He had to feel that Marquis Xuanping had a special physique, and even if it was torn repeatedly, it even grew. Even the treatment and care of local infection would be a little troublesome.
"I'll remove the thread first." Dr. Song said.
"Take it apart." Xuanping Hou Hun said indifferently.
"It may be a little painful." Dr. Song said while dismantling. When he turned his head, Xuanping Hou had already fallen asleep with his head tilted.
Xuanping Marquis seemed to be feeling something, tried to open his eyelids, and said in a daze: "...What did you say?"
Dr. Song said: "It's nothing, after the dismantling, I will give you an injection."
Xuanping Hou glanced at the hanging bottle and infusion needle that Doctor Song brought over, sighed, tilted his head, and went back to sleep.
Dr. Song put pressure vessels on him and muttered, "This is the first time I hit this, I'm not afraid..."
Marquis Xuanping had to deal with too many injuries, big and small, and it was only half an hour after Doctor Song came out of the house.
Xiao Heng was waiting for him in the corridor.
Dr. Song walked forward with his medicine box and said, "Master Xiao."
Xiao Heng turned around and asked, "How is he?"
Dr. Song said, "I fell asleep, and all the injuries on his body can be dealt with. To be honest, his injuries are a bit serious. The holes in his back are so long and the holes in his legs are so deep."
Xiao Heng looked at the length and depth of Doctor Song's skillful gestures, and Jun Yi's brows suddenly wrinkled.
Dr. Song sighed and said, "Is he dying? If he is injured, he will be nourished by the army. What are you doing in a hurry to come back?"
Dr. Song did not know about the Yan people.
Xiao Heng's throat slid, and his heart was mixed: "Then, can it still be cured?"
Dr. Song said truthfully: "Cure is curable, but it's hard to say whether there will be sequelae."
It seems that she still has to wait for Jiaojiao to wake up and ask her if she has a cure.
This is Princess Xinyang's house. Xiao Heng's original intention was not to let Marquis Xuanping stay overnight, but when Marquis Xuanping got hurt like this, he couldn't really wake people up and send them back.
Xiao Heng entered the room.
There was a dim yellow oil lamp on the table, Xuanping Hou hung a hanging bottle and fell asleep.
Perhaps only at this time did he lose his high-spirited and arrogant posture in front of others, and the haggard and tiredness of a wounded man appeared between his brows.
In fact, his injuries were there from the beginning to the end, but his aura was too strong when he was awake, and people couldn't 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 go to war with him, and a son who could make him proud.
But no matter whether it was himself who was gifted at a young age, or himself who became a sacrificial wine of the Imperial Academy when he was young, or himself who climbed up step by step from the quagmire and gradually showed his fists in the court, he could never be proud and satisfied.
When it was dawn, 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-scale landslide appeared on the mountain along the way, and they were blocked for most of the night.
The first thing Princess Xinyang did when she returned to the city was to rush home to see her son.
As soon as she entered the yard, she saw a maid come out of Xiao Heng's room with a basin of blood, her brows twitched!
The worst thing happened!
A-Heng was tricked by the Yan people!
"Aheng!"
No matter how calm the mother was, she couldn't keep calm in the face of her son's distress. Princess Xinyang almost stumbled in and rushed in. The maid at the door didn't even have time to greet her and salute her, so she had already come to the bed.
The room was filled with the smell of a strong golden sore medicine, and it could be seen that the other party was seriously injured.
The tip of her nose was sour, and she threw herself on the person on the bed, holding his shoulders tightly with both hands.
"A-"
Before Heng could finish speaking, she felt a large and generous palm slowly falling on 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 yet, there is still salvation; 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!
"Xiao, Xiao, Xiao, Xiao... how is it you!"
As if struck by lightning, she stuttered!
Marquis Xuan Ping frowned slightly, feeling a little agitated when he woke up. He slowly retracted the hand that had just touched Princess Xinyang's head, and pinched between his eyebrows with his fingertips.
Immediately, he frowned and looked at Princess Xinyang: "Qin Fengwan?"
(End of this chapter)