Yang Chenhong's Lingjian Pavilion.

Le Zitao stood by the window from afar, looking at Yang Chenhong sitting in front of the chaise longue and the three maidservants beside him, his expression was light, but his heart was mixed.

She only thought that Jian Lan'er and the others were the personal maids beside the eldest lady of the Yang family, but she didn't expect that these four people were actually Yang Chenhong's side, and he was actually the son of the fourth lady, but why did people in the outside world only know the eldest lady of the Yang family but not know that the Yang family still has a son? Why does he go out in women's clothing? And the layout in this Lingjian Pavilion is clearly the boudoir of a daughter's house.

"Childe, Jian Lan'er didn't mean to, please forgive Childe." Jian Mei'er and the three of them knelt down together to intercede for Jian Lan'er.

"All out." Yang Chenhong looked at the direction of Le Zitao and raised his hand casually.

"Childe, your ...... hurt" Another maid wearing a bamboo leaf hair ornament looked at Yang Chenhong worriedly and reminded.

"Do you want me to say it a second time?" Yang Chenhong frowned, and finally glanced at them.

“…… Be. Only then did they glance at each other and retreat together.

When passing by Le Zitao's side, the maid wearing the bamboo leaf hair ornament gave Le Zitao a blessing and said softly: "Miss Tao, my son-in-law is injured, and I ask the girl to bother to persuade him." ”

Le Zitao was slightly stunned, looked at the maidservant in front of her, and asked her to persuade?

"Jian Zhu'er thanked the girl first." The maidservant saluted again and withdrew.

Only Yang Chenhong and Le Zitao were left in the room, looking at each other from a distance across most of the room, but they were speechless.

"Isn't it...... Think it's incredible? After a long time, Yang Chenhong saw that she didn't mean to go over, so he couldn't help but break the silence with a wry smile.

"Yes." Le Zitao was full of suspicions in her heart, but at the same time, she was also very uncomfortable, she thought that he was a little white raised by these women in the General's Mansion, and thought that he was greedy for the glory and wealth of the General's Mansion, so she was ruthless, and if she wanted to forget him, she would take Jiang Yu into account...... But who knows, the truth is not what she thinks.

"Come and sit." Yang Chenhong kept pressing his chest, he was much taller than Le Zitao, and Jian Lan'er's palm towards Le Zitao's cheek landed on his shoulder.

"Your ...... hurt" Le Zitao moved her toes, and finally went over there, that is, if she wanted an answer, she couldn't continue to stalemate like this.

"It's nothing, I had some minor injuries the first two days." Yang Chenhong smiled slightly, patted the couch beside him, and motioned for Le Zitao to go over and sit down.

"Two days ago?" Le Zitao frowned.

"It's almost all right, Jian Lan'er's palm, it's nothing, you don't know me yet, the skin is rough and thick, it's not in the way." Yang Chenhong smiled, but his pale face also revealed his weakness at this time.

"If there is an injury, it should be treated, how can it be delayed." Le Zitao looked at his face, a trace of distress slipped through his eyes, and he hurriedly turned his head to look at the room and asked, "Is there any medicine?" ”

"The third compartment in the middle."

Le Zitao opened the drawer according to what he said, and saw that it was full of medicine bottles, most of which were wound medicines for internal and external use, and couldn't help frowning: "So many?" Which is? ”

"The jade bottle in the middle is." Yang Chenhong didn't come over to take a look, and sat there and said indifferently.

"These ...... Are you all using it? Le Zitao's hand trembled slightly, and he picked up the jade bottle he said, he didn't see it, but he knew these medicines well, they must be commonly used, and besides, how could ordinary people need to prepare so many wound medicines? How many injuries did he have since he was a child?