Shangguan Qianyu looked at the silver-faced Langjun and said, "How is my uncle's injury? Is it healed? What medicine do you need?" You name it, I'll send someone to buy it!"

The silver-faced Langjun said lightly: "The injury is healed, as long as you recuperate for a month, you can recover." As for the medicine needed, I will dispense it. ”

Shangguan Qianyu nodded and said, "Okay, then it's up to you." Uncle, come, this porridge is still hot, eat it while it's hot!"

As he spoke, he put the tray on the side of the bed, personally helped Su Jueping up, took a pillow behind him, and said, "Uncle, come, I'll feed you!"

Su Jue waved his hand and said, "No need, although it is a useless body bone, the porridge bowl can still be served." ”

Shangguan Qianyu said: "Okay uncle, then you eat slowly, don't burn it!"

Silver-faced Langjun: "......"

It's obviously her uncle, and the scream she should call makes the whole atmosphere weird, but this person is so happy one by one, it's really thick-skinned.

After Su Jueping drank a bowl of porridge, his spirits improved a lot.

Shangguan Qianyu said: "Do you want to ask someone to serve another bowl?"

The silver-faced Langjun said: "Enough, I haven't eaten for a long time, I shouldn't eat more, and after an hour, I can eat another bowl!"

Shangguan Qianyu pointed at the silver-faced Langjun and said with a smile: "Uncle, this woman is a hot intestine, there is a Ganoderma lucidum in the porridge you just drank, it is hers, and the medicine you took is hers." She is a skilled doctor, and I believe that in a few days, my uncle will be able to recover as before. ”

Su Jueping looked at the silver-faced Langjun and said, "Thank you!"

The silver-faced Langjun said: "You're welcome!"

Su Jueping has looked at Shangguan Qianyu from time to time since he was drinking porridge, and at this moment, it is still the case.

The silver-faced Langjun saw it in his eyes and said, "You talk, I'll go sleep!" In the past three days, she hasn't rested much, although she doesn't feel tired, but her uncle obviously has something to say to Shangguan Qianyu, and it is inconvenient in front of her, so she naturally wants to be more interesting and give them the space.

There is a very helpless feeling, the closest person is around, but he has to silently get out of the way, and Shangguan Qianyu is filial piety.

Shangguan Qianyu said: "I have someone arranged a place for you to live!"

The silver-faced Langjun said lightly: "Hmm!"

She walked out.

Su Jueping looked at Shangguan Qianyu and said suddenly: "You are Shangguan Qianyu, the king of Qinghe?"

Shangguan Qianyu said: "Uncle, I am!"

Although he had already reported his identity in the Anyang Hou Mansion before, Su Jueping was dying at that time, and he must have remembered it not so clearly.

Su Jueping suddenly moved, and then, in Shangguan Qianyu's puzzlement, he knelt down in front of Shangguan Qianyu on the bed with difficulty, and said, "Young master!"

Shangguan Qianyu was startled, hurriedly held on, and said, "Uncle, what are you doing here?" In the dungeon of the Hou Mansion of Anyang, he also called Shangguan Qianyu Young Master, but at that time, he only thought that Su Jueping recognized the wrong person.

Su Jueping said excitedly: "Young master, I finally saw you." ”

Even if Shangguan Qianyu was scheming and calm, he really couldn't guess where the word "young master" came from, he said, "Uncle, what's going on?"

After Su Jue saluted, he became much more settled, he looked at Shangguan Qianyu and said, "Young Master, you are our Young Master!"

"Who are you?"

Su Jueping said: "We are the people and their descendants who followed the ancestors back then. My father, Su Junqing, is a subordinate of the first lord!"