Chapter 162: Forbearance

Yin Lang was held in his arms - he had never been teased like this in his life! His eyes wandered over the saber on Fu Xuan's waist repeatedly, but he finally gritted his teeth and gave up this idea. wanted to struggle, but because of the pleading look in Qing'er's big eyes that almost wanted to cry, he could only endure it again and again.

Anyway, this is in the car, still walking on the street, and there is only a curtain away from the bustling pedestrians, no matter how shameless this Master Fu is, he should not do anything indecent.

Bear with it, if you can't bear it, you will make a big plan...... Although he doesn't know what to do now, Yin Lang still has a glimmer of hope, he has to find his original identity, if he continues like this, he will definitely go crazy, the top priority is to find his body first, see where his body is, only when he finds his body, can he have a way to make the next move.

The first step is to find your own body, the second step is naturally to go to your secret mansion to contact your loyal subordinates, and the third step is to find a way to contact your hometown. If there is any conspiracy, I can let my hometown prepare early.

Harmony is precious, and harmony is precious.

Yin Lang shrunk and was hugged by the man, cheering himself up in the bottom of his heart.

Fu Xuan raised his eyebrows in surprise, it was unexpected that this jade boy was so well-behaved. Neither half-pushed and half-seduced his interest, nor did he laugh frivolously as usual.

Is it really sick?

Fu Xuan lowered his head and carefully looked at the face of the person in his arms, and saw that his face was a little unnaturally red, as if he was really a little sick.

If you are sick and can be so well-behaved, Fu Xuan likes it very much.

Fu Xuan couldn't help the itching in his heart, reached into the loose collar, and touched the warm skin.

He hadn't touched it for a few days, but today's feeling of heat really made him greedy. Anyway, King Qin is not interested in this guy anymore, so he might as well take him back to the house and hurt him for a few more days.

All he asks for is gold, silver, jewelry and a side of protection, and Fu Xuan doesn't value money, he just gives as much as he wants. Sheltering him as a small useless pawn is nothing more than a gesture.

Yin Lang, who was struggling to endure, was touched by Fu Xuan, and the moment he was touched by Fu Xuan, he was like a lightning strike, and he forgot to react. He didn't expect that this so-called Master Fu would be so obscene and shameless. Yin Lang shouted angrily in his heart: What kind of perverted things are they! Sooner or later, I'll kill you!

The hand that was getting more and more excessive made Yin Lang unable to bear it anymore, and he even broke free of Fu Xuan's confinement with a rolling belt, climbed to the car door, turned around and said angrily: "I...... I'm getting off! ”

Qing'er watched the smile on Fu Xuan's face disappear with a pale face, and frowned, just afraid that he would suddenly make trouble and embarrass his son-in-law.

Fortunately, Fu Xuan immediately smiled again, and the displeasure of the previous moment was like a puff of smoke and disappeared.

"Stop." Fu Xuan spoke, and the carriage gradually stopped.

Fu Xuan has always been kinder than other princes and nobles, and when he was happy, Qing'er dared to offside and say a few words, but now he knew that it was not his time to speak, so he could only go over and support his son-in-law.

"Yu Gongzi doesn't look good, he's not feeling well, it's me who is not considerate enough." Fu Xuan smiled faintly, "Even so, it is inconvenient for me to stay, this place is not far from the house, so I will not leave it here, and I will definitely come to the door to apologize in the future." ”

"No, no, I want to thank Master Fu for bringing me here. Say goodbye! Yin Lang glanced at Qing'er's frightened face, thanked him as politely as possible, and jumped out of the car with Qing'er.

The carriage drove away again, Yin Lang raised his sleeve and wiped his forehead, only to find that he was sweating profusely, and his head was suddenly even more dizzy.

As if he was really sick, Yin Lang touched his throat uncomfortably.

Qing'er said worriedly: "Childe, Master Fu doesn't seem to be very happy anymore. Among the dignitaries and nobles who have interacted with the son, Master Fu is the most gentle. Now even Master Fu is--"

Yin Lang felt that there was something wrong with the concept of this little servant, he had hands, feet and knowledge, why should he rely on pleasing those people to make a living?! The former son was willing to fall, since he occupied his body, he must bring him on the right path, Yin Lang smiled coldly, what he yearns for is a free and easy life of eating meat and drinking wine, the so-called compromise, he really doesn't care about it, it's a big deal to leave Luoyang against his mother!

Yin Lang followed Qing'er and continued to walk towards the Proton Mansion. Qing'er sighed and read along the way, the son was crazy, not only forgot the old things, but also lost his sense of proportion.

It is simply impossible to say that you can feed yourself with your own hands.

Yin Lang disdains it in his heart, hehe, scum!

Until he saw his mansion with his own eyes.

Yin Lang's eyes and mouth widened as he looked at the tall vermilion gate in front of him and the high walls on both sides with no end in sight. This mansion is almost as majestic as a palace, why is there such a big mansion? What is the identity of this so-called son?

Yin Lang walked towards the vermilion gate with a puzzled face under Qing'er's support.

There were three of the little men guarding the door, and when they saw him, they all bowed down and saluted. Yin Lang frowned, feeling that this matter was not simple.

When they entered the house, young and beautiful maids came out to greet them.

There are quite a few courtyards in this mansion, as well as a large garden. Yin Lang followed Qing'er all the way into one of the courtyards, which seemed to be where the prince lived.

"How many people are in this house?" Yin Lang asked Qing'er.

In such a large mansion, there are also many servants and maids, and the identity of this so-called son is definitely not simple. What is the identity? Even the daily expenses are also very large, and Yin Lang is actually starting to have some curiosity now.

"Childe, there are fifteen servants in this house, twenty maids, ten nurses, plus the tent master and the cook, there are about fifty or sixty."

Yin Lang nodded, and said silently in his heart: "It's really a big show, I'm also the lord of a banner, and the two maids who serve me in Winterfell are only two maids and two miscellaneous servants, what kind of son is this, he lives in such a big mansion alone, and there are more than fifty people serving him after it's over, it's such a big pomp!" ”

Yin Lang thought in his heart: Where does this son need so many people to serve alone?! Although he relied on hooking up with other princes and nobles to get money, where did those princes and nobles get their money, and it was not provided by the people of the world. They did not want to serve the court, but spent a lot of silver to have fun. The extravagant comparison of these powerful gates, the entire government and the opposition are permeated with a wind of extravagance, and these are all the faces of the country!

Qing'er saw that Yin Lang shook his head and sighed for a while, with a sad look on his face, and helped him to rest worriedly: "Childe, you are not well, it is better to lie down and rest quickly, Qing'er will go to the doctor to show Childe." ”

Yin Lang was full of worries, but so many things had happened since last night, and he was really tired, lying on the bed with a light veil, and soon fell asleep.

slept until noon, and the doctor was already waiting outside, and Qing'er led him in to check Yin Lang's pulse.

"Childe just blew the river wind and contracted the wind cold, it's okay. I'll prescribe two patches of cold medicine, just give it to my son. The doctor twisted his beard and said.

"Doctor, is there really nothing wrong with my son-in-law?" Qing'er sat on the edge of the bed, took Yin Lang's hand and asked worriedly.

"This ...... I don't know what the little brother said? Childe is a little weak and cold, and he needs to be carefully recuperated in the future, which is also a matter of urgency. ”

Yin Lang naturally knew what Qing'er wanted to ask. He didn't have this problem in the first place, how could the doctor see it, it was almost the same to find a Taoist priest to see. Yin Lang decided to start going out and start his own plans......