Courtyard house, is the most traditional residence in Yanjing, it began to scale in the Liao Dynasty, after nearly a thousand years of ups and downs of the times, now the well-preserved courtyard house has been very few, although it is not listed as a cultural heritage, but it is also expected to enjoy the treatment of antiques. Then, the price also climbed steadily, and a large courtyard with four entrances was speculated to a price of hundreds of millions.

In these years, the rich live in the suburbs, and the poor live in the city, but the courtyard is an exception, and countless people who hope to improve their taste are scrambling to buy a set of yards, and they don't feel distressed when they throw a lot of money out.

In a four-hall courtyard, a stone table is placed in the center of the courtyard, and four stone piers surround the stone table.

At this time, a woman wearing a purple cheongsam was sitting on the stone pier, because the weather was getting cooler, the woman's slender legs were covered with a layer of stockings, and a snow-white mink was also on her shoulders.

This woman is tall and tall, and her appearance is not too beautiful, but she has a very classical temperament, which is very compatible with this old house.

"Brother, let's have tea." The woman finished the last process, poured a cup of tea, and said to Chang Xiaopeng, who was sitting in a wheelchair and watching a leaf in the courtyard that had gradually withered and yellowed and kept falling.

Chang Xiaopeng's appearance may be hopeless if he doesn't plan to go to South Korea in this life, but his appearance has changed a lot. His hair was stretched long, almost draped over his shoulders, and his eyes were glazed, as dull as an old man about to die.

"Junting, how many times have I said that you don't need it." Chang Xiaopeng's expression became a little annoying, and he didn't pick up the teacup in Huang Junting's hand.

"Brother, are you going to give up on yourself?" Huang Junting didn't care about Chang Xiaopeng's indifference in words, and said with a faint smile on her face. "Did you know that my aunt and uncle are worried about you these days?"

"Worried about me? Haha, what do I have to worry about, I'm all a waste now. Chang Xiaopeng's eyes were about to split, and there were bloodshots in his eyes, and he hissed. I don't need to worry, and I don't need your sympathy - what if you buy this yard? Let me recuperate? Haha, shit, it's all shit. A tiger without its claws can only wait for death in a cage in the end? ”

"Now that medicine is very advanced, I believe you can stand up again." Huang Junting persuaded softly. She always spoke softly, as if Chang Xiaopeng couldn't do any harm to her no matter what unbearable words he said.

"Can you stand up again? Hmph, how long do you want me to wait? Five years? Decade? Or a hundred years? Chang Xiaopeng sneered, it's not that he hasn't seen a doctor, he has searched for famous doctors at home and abroad, and he can only shake his head and sigh at his legs. It doesn't matter if the hamstring is broken, it can be connected, but you can't walk too hard in the future, and you can't do strenuous exercise - at least, you can still stand up.

Chang Xiaopeng's situation is different, when Yan Murong broke his tendons, the internal strength invaded the tendons through the blade, and the broken tendons were completely necrotic in the destruction of the internal strength, even if he wanted to, he couldn't connect it, did he have to find a rubber band instead?

Huang Junting opened her mouth, and just as she was about to say something, a sound of footsteps came in.

This courtyard was bought by Huang Meilan at a great price in order to let Chang Xiaopeng recuperate, since her son knew that he could no longer stand up, his temperament changed greatly, and he didn't like to contact anyone, so Huang Meilan didn't look for a servant, just came over on time to bring him food and water, and then arranged for Huang Junting to accompany him here. So, when someone comes in, no one knows.

Seeing Ning Kun walk in, Huang Junting smiled and nodded, and Ning Kun smiled back, and his eyes looked at Chang Xiaopeng's legs covered by a back blanket.

"Xiaopeng, how are you feeling lately?" Ning Kun asked with a smile, he didn't ask about Chang Xiaopeng's condition, because he knew that these legs had become a forbidden topic.

"Mood?" Chang Xiaopeng laughed stupidly, patted his legs, and said. "Have you ever tried to feel the heat and cold pain in your legs but can't stand up?"

"I haven't tried it - I don't want to." Ning Kun shook his head. "Wouldn't you feel better if I said I could get you back on your feet, though?"

"Huh?" Hearing Ning Kun's words, Chang Xiaopeng's eyes suddenly flashed with brilliance, but they quickly dimmed again. "It's useless, I can't stand up, the doctors have seen it all, and no one can do anything."

"What about him?" Ning Kun pointed to the arch behind him.

Looking in the direction of Ning Kun's finger, Chang Xiaopeng's eyes suddenly bulged, the surrounding blood vessels were congested, causing his eyes to be red, and the green tendons on his forehead were bursting up, coupled with his long, somewhat anxious face, it looked particularly hideous.

"Get out, get out, get out of front of my eyes, I don't want to see you again, get out, you get out of me."

When Chang Xiaopeng saw Yan Murong standing at the door with a smile on his face, he immediately became crazy, and grabbed the teacup in Huang Junting's hand while scolding-of course, he didn't want to drink tea, but smashed the teacup at Yan Murong. Some of the hot tea spilled on his hand as he grabbed the cup, but he didn't feel the slightest pain as if he had lost his instincts.

The rest of the tea spilled on the ground in mid-air, and Yan Murong didn't dodge it, as soon as he raised his hand, he grabbed the empty cup in his hand.

"It's still purple sand, what a pity it was." Yan Murong played with the teacup in his hand, glanced at Chang Xiaopeng, whose eyes were like rabbits, and said. "Looks like someone doesn't welcome me."

Chang Xiaopeng was almost vomiting blood, how dare this guy say such a thing? Welcome? Have you ever seen an enemy come to the door and beat gongs and drums to welcome them?

"Get out, get out of here." Chang Xiaopeng trembled with excitement, and wanted to stand up, but he was powerless to support it.

It is him, and all that he is doing now is due to him.

As the saying goes, enemies are very red when they meet, and Chang Xiaopeng is not only red now, but also in the mood to kill.

"Xiaopeng, calm down." Ning Kun pressed Chang Xiaopeng's trembling shoulders and said in a deep voice. "He's here to heal your leg."

"Let him go, I don't want to see him, even if I can't stand up again, I don't need him to treat me." Chang Xiaopeng's heart was already filled with anger at this time, and he didn't care what he didn't care about, he just wanted this person he hated to the extreme to disappear from front of him.

"I'll just say he won't agree." Yan Murong shrugged his shoulders indifferently, looked at Ning Kun and said. "You see, he himself said no, then I'll go first."

After speaking, Yan Murong turned around and prepared to leave.

"Mr. Yan, please stay." Huang Junting, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.