Mingrui clenched his fists. Today's target was him. He was the eldest son of the second house and he was also a prominent figure in front of the crown prince. If he died, all the plans of the second house would be ruined. He would have to wait for his younger brother to grow up and take on the responsibility. The opportunity would be missed and every step would be wrong.
Among the several grandsons of the Zhou family, he is also outstanding and the eldest son of the second wife. Targeting him is also targeting the entire Zhou family.
Mingrui took the handkerchief from Yuyi and squatted down to wipe the sweat off Minghui's forehead. "If it hurts, just cry out. Don't bear it."
Minghui's eyes were filled with tears. "You made me cry. Hey, Third Brother, I really don't feel any pain. I won't cry!"
It's really not easy for him. He is obviously the injured one, but he still has to consider the feelings of his third brother. But there is nothing he can do. His third brother is the most sensitive. The calmer he is, the angrier he is.
If it were his eldest and second oldest brothers, he would have cried long ago.
Yudie was the most helpless. Minghui cried for her brother, "We are all family here, why are you still trying so hard? If crying will make you feel better, then cry. No one will dare to laugh at you."
Liu Yuanbo raised his hand and said, "I definitely don't laugh at you."
Minghui, "..."
He held back his tears. Second Young Master Liu praised Sister Yudie too much.
Yuyi picked up the arrow, "There is no mark. This was premeditated."
Shangguan Liu had already checked the arrows, "It's no secret that we agreed to go hunting together."
Mingrui hummed and continued to wipe the sweat from Minghui's forehead.
Ming Jing was very anxious. Minghui was his biological brother, and the one who protected him the most. He pushed his third brother aside with his chubby body and said, "I'll take care of my brother."
Minghui looked rejected. He had always been the one taking care of Mingjing, and he had no confidence in Mingjing!
When Zhulan brought the imperial physician over, Minghui couldn't bear the pain anymore and burst into tears, soaking his handkerchief with tears.
While Zhulan was waiting for the imperial physician to see the patient, she glanced at her grandchildren and was relieved to see that they were all fine. Then all her thoughts were on Minghui.
The imperial physician carefully examined the leg and breathed a sigh of relief, "It's a fracture. Fortunately, you are a lucky man. The situation is not serious. Wait for me to fix the bone. You just need to rest your leg carefully."
Zhulan asked worriedly, "There won't be any sequelae, will there?"
The doctor stroked his beard and said easily, "No, I can guarantee it."
He had seen too many fractures of this kind, and he was the most experienced in treating fracture injuries in the Imperial Hospital, so there was no need to be ambiguous.
Zhulan was relieved. The imperial physician only saw the rich and powerful and never gave any guarantees when treating patients. But today he could guarantee that Minghui's problem was not serious, so she signaled the imperial physician to correct his bones.
Minghui swallowed his saliva and said, "Bone correction, it's scary just to hear it."
Mingrui stretched out his hand and said, "If you are scared, hold on to me."
Minghui closed his eyes and shook his head. He would not catch it.
Li's eyes were swollen from crying, and she cried even harder when her son was suffering from bone straightening.
The doctor's technique was very good and fast. Zhulan watched without blinking. When the doctor stood up, Zhulan asked in confusion, "Is it done now?"
The doctor nodded and said, "Please fix your legs for a while and don't touch them. When you return to the capital, take the medicine according to the prescription. I will come back to see you in three days."
The journey back to the city was very slow. Zhulan thought that it was fortunate that the road was repaired so the carriage was not bumpy. If the road had not been repaired, she would not dare to take Minghui back to Beijing.
Zhou Shuren was the first to know that Minghui had fallen off his horse, and Zhulan delivered the news to the Ministry of Revenue as soon as she left the capital.
Zhou Shuren had a hunch that it was the Wen family who did it. Old Master Wen was not a gentleman. It would be strange for Old Master Wen to hold back his anger given the marriage between the Zhou and Yu families. Yu Yueyang also went hunting with them. He knew it was useless to investigate, as all he found out would be cannon fodder that had been prepared long ago.
But even a clay man can get angry, and he is not a clay man after all. Minghui was lucky that his legs fell, but what if he fell head first
Zhulan returned home and saw Shuren as soon as she got out of the car, "You're back."
Zhou Shuren asked, "How is Minghui doing?"
"The imperial physician said that the fracture is not serious and there will be no sequelae."
Zhou Shuren finally put his mind at ease and went to the carriage behind to meet Minghui.
Minghui was stunned when he saw his grandfather, and soon he started to feel wronged again, "Grandpa, you almost couldn't see your grandson today. If it weren't for my practice and not being lazy, my grandson would have more than just a broken leg."
When he gets home, he must file a complaint if he can.
Zhou Shuren was silent. This kid was in such good spirits, it was indeed not serious. "Grandpa will avenge you."
Minghui grinned, "Yeah."
The imperial physician is standing at the door of the carriage and cannot leave. Is it really okay for the Marquis to openly show his desire for revenge
Chang Yi only learned about Minghui's situation after he left the yamen. Chang Yi felt upset and panicked. He didn't even change his official uniform and went straight to see Minghui. When he entered the room, he saw Minghui eating fruit and drinking snacks, and people were bringing him food wherever he pointed.
When Mingrui saw his father, he stood up quickly and said, "Dad, you're leaving the government office."
Chang Yi hummed, "Why didn't you inform me of such a big thing?"
Mingrui was surprised, "Son thought mother told you."
He was still wondering why his father hadn't come back, even though his grandfather had.
"Your mother thought you said it!"
He knows his wife best.
Mingrui touched his nose and thought it was indeed possible.
Changyi sat down and said to Minghui sincerely, "Second uncle wants to thank you today. You saved your third brother."
Minghui blinked his eyes, "Uncle, you don't need to thank me. Today I am closer to my third brother. Mingjing would do the same if it were him."
It's not just about family affection, but also because they all know that Brother Mingrui is the eldest son of the second wife and has responsibilities, but he is different, he has older brothers, and he will not lose out if he exchanges it for the safety of his third brother.
In the evening, Zhulan accompanied Zhou Shuren in writing memorials, suggesting rationally how to reclaim wasteland and cultivate the land, and wrote many other suggestions.
Zhulan, "What is your purpose?"
Zhou Shuren kept it a secret, "We'll know tomorrow."
The next morning at court, Marquis Zhou's grandson was shot by an arrow and fell off his horse while hunting. Many ministers looked at Marquis Zhou.
The result was disappointing. Zhou Shuren never had a sullen face and was always smiling at everyone.
Wang Ju, who was familiar with Zhou Shuren, swallowed his saliva. The more he thought about it, the more Zhou Shuren thought about it.
After the morning court session ended, Zhou Shuren and other ministers stayed in the emperor's study. On the way to the government hall, Old Master Wen said, "I have also heard about what happened yesterday. Marquis Zhou, this man should not stand out too much. You should be more restrained in the future."
Zhou Shuren pointed at his eyes, then rolled his eyes at Elder Wen, "This is my attitude."
Master Wen, "!!"
Zhou Shuren sneered and stepped into the emperor's study first. Without waiting for Lord Wen and others to arrive, he took out a memorial from his arms and handed it over.
The emperor knew what happened yesterday and was curious about Zhou Shuren's memorial. He motioned to all the gentlemen to stand up and read it. After reading the memorial, the emperor smiled and said, "Marquis Zhou's suggestion is very much in my heart. Who do you think is suitable to be responsible for the reclamation of the prisoners?"
Zhou Shuren stepped forward and said, "I do have candidates. I recommend Mr. Wen's eldest grandson and fourth grandson, Wen Rong."
The study was quiet, and all eyes were focused on Zhou Shuren.
The emperor asked, "Why?"