The place where Zhao Hongming pulled Zhao Hongsheng to go was the largest industry of the Yanfeng royal family in the capital - Chenglou.

Although it is still afternoon, there are still people coming and going in the Cheng Building. The family members of those dignitaries who have nothing to do in their homes often come to the Chenglou from the afternoon to drink tea and chat, and use it for social and leisure time.

Coming to the door of Chenglou, Zhao Hongming and Zhao Hongsheng got out of the car, and the chief manager, who got the news early, greeted him at the door with a few servants, without any noise, just after saluting, he took the two upstairs.

Strictly speaking, it wasn't two, it was three, and the middle-aged man followed them upstairs with a natural face.

Zhao Hongming didn't arrange a place for Yuan Jizong's team to stay, these more than 50 people were taken by an official of the Ministry of Rites to the courtyard in the southwest of the capital to house visitors, but this middle-aged man did not follow the team at all, but rode on a horse, followed Zhao Hongming's carriage all the way, and followed to Chenglou.

It wasn't until he entered the room arranged for Zhao Hongming in Chenglou that the middle-aged man found out that his place was not prepared in this room at all.

The chief steward who led the way looked at the middle-aged man and said, "Please come with me, His Royal Highness the eldest prince and His Royal Highness the second prince want to catch up here, there is a room specially prepared for you in the backyard, where you can rest." ”

When the middle-aged man heard this, his nose almost ran out of breath. Although the manager's words were very polite, the meaning of the words was completely to treat him as an entourage.

What kind of place is that in the backyard, isn't that where the grooms and guards who watch the cars stay?

"You show me Lao Tzu, what is Lao Tzu's identity, can your broken yard fit me?" said the middle-aged man angrily.

"This is ......" The manager didn't pay attention to this middle-aged man who was very angry, but looked at Zhao Hongming and Zhao Hongsheng.

"Yes, I haven't asked for advice yet, who is this?" Zhao Hongming smiled slightly and asked Zhao Hongsheng.

"Ahh Only then did Zhao Hongsheng react, "This is the future heir of the Yuanji Sect, my cousin, Yan Bowen." ”

Hearing that Zhao Hongsheng was introducing himself in person, the "big cousin" Yan Bowen puffed up his chest very proudly.

"Oh. Zhao Hongming nodded, "Although I haven't heard of it, even if I am the cousin of the second brother, even if it is my cousin, Brother Yan, I am fortunate to meet." ”

Zhao Hongming said that it was lively, but there was no indication in his actions.

This sentence made Yan Bowen so angry that his eyebrows were twisted together, and he said in his heart that if he hadn't heard of it, he hadn't heard of it, what are you "oh" about? Also, you haven't heard of Lao Tzu's name? There are a few windows and a few doors in the Yuanji Sect, Yan Feng is afraid that he has already found out clearly, how can he not know the name of the future heir of the sect?

Yan Bowen knew very well at this time that this was Zhao Hongming deliberately provoking him. If he is really the kind of person who is unruly and conceited, he may be ready to turn his face under the provocation of this great prince.

It's a pity that Lao Tzu is not the kind of person who has no brains. Yan Bowen felt complacent that he had seen through Zhao Hongming's little trick.

"His Royal Highness the Great Prince's name is famous. Yan Bowen changed his aggressive face and complimented Zhao Hongming: "Yan has also admired his name for a long time." ”

"Brother Yan is polite, give me a seat. Zhao Hongming returned Yan Bowen with a smile, and then pulled Zhao Hongsheng to sit on the prepared seat.

With this guy, Zhao Hongming didn't plan to say a word more.

Pulling Zhao Hongsheng to sit down, Zhao Hongming personally poured him tea, and asked about the interesting things that happened on the road when they came. Yan Bowen, who was standing on the side, opened his mouth, and originally wanted to say something more to Zhao Hongming, but found that he couldn't insert it at all.

Zhao Hongming was like when he didn't exist, and he had a good conversation with Zhao Hongsheng.

Fortunately, the servant quickly moved the seat and asked Yan Bowen to sit down. But when he saw where the servants had placed their seats, he almost tilted his nose to the other side.

The seat was not placed in the position where the guest should be, but was placed next to the wall, clearly for the personal attendant to sit.

"I ......" Yan Bowen was just about to attack at the servant, but Zhao Hongming suddenly turned his head to him.

"Brother Yan, don't stand, sit down. After speaking, Zhao Hongming instructed the servant: "Give Brother Yan some good tea and snacks, don't let him sit too stuffy." ”

Yan Bowen could see that Zhao Hongming had arranged it on purpose, and he didn't want to talk to him at all. Arrange him to sit by the wall, so as to save him from being an eyesore in front of him and disturbing the conversation between the two brothers.

If Yan Bowen is not angry in his heart? He is really angry, when has he been treated so coldly by others as the heir of the Yuanji Sect? But now he can't have a seizure, once he really turns his face because of this kind of thing, not only does he follow Zhao Hongming's wishes, but he also has the possibility of suffering.

He Yan Bowen is already an eightfold powerhouse who can almost walk sideways on this continent, but what he didn't expect was that the step that Zhao Hongming took towards him with a threatening momentum just now actually scared him into a cold sweat.

Is this Great Prince of Yanfeng already the strength of the Upper Ninefold? Because of this suspicion, Yan Bowen did not have any idea of clashing head-on with Zhao Hongming.

It is said that the people of the Yanfeng royal family are all outstanding, and today he can be regarded as the tip of the iceberg.

Here, Zhao Hongming and Zhao Hongsheng are still chatting hotly, and the topic has always revolved around what they have seen and heard after they separated. Zhao Hongming was mainly speaking, and Zhao Hongsheng was listening carefully.

Zhao Hongming didn't seem to have any interest in inquiring about how Zhao Hongsheng had lived in Yuanji Sect over the years, but just told his own story vigorously. And Zhao Hongsheng really listened very carefully, and he didn't seem to take the initiative to tell the meaning of his life in Yuanji Sect over the years, basically what Zhao Hongming said, he took what he did.

This made Yan Bowen a little relieved. The main purpose of his follow-up was to monitor Zhao Hongsheng's words and deeds.

After all, they entered Dejing with a purpose, and Zhao Hongsheng still had a lot of old feelings for Yan Feng. If he really leaked any secrets to Zhao Hongming, it would be very dangerous.

It's just that now, the conversation between Zhao Hongming and Zhao Hongsheng didn't touch any important information at all, but made Yan Bowen sit a little bored on the side.

Looking at the tea and snacks on the table, Yan Bowen simply began to eat as if he was bored.

Not to mention, this dim sum is really delicious. While eating silently, Yan Bowen thought to himself.

Zhao Hongsheng listened to Zhao Hongming's eloquent talk for nearly two hours, starting from when they were six or seven years old, until he went out to practice at the age of fifteen.

"Oh, it's so late. Seeing the servant of Chenglou coming in with a lamp, Zhao Hongming saw the sky outside the window and said in surprise.

You can really speak in the vernacular. Yan Bowen put down the snack he had just bitten in his hand and said in his heart. He has added several more dishes and three or four pots of tea, and this big prince has been talking all the way this afternoon.

"That's it, let's not eat dinner in this Cheng Building. When we return to the palace in a while, my father and younger siblings should still be waiting for us. ”

"Okay, listen to big brother. Zhao Hongsheng nodded.

"Brother Yan, please come into the palace with us. After talking to Zhao Hongsheng, Zhao Hongming took the initiative to invite Yan Bowen.

"Ah, yes, there is His Royal Highness the Prince of Lao. Yan Bowen hurriedly stood up and bowed.

I don't know if I don't stand up, he finds that he is actually eating snacks and drinking tea, and he is a little overwhelmed.

"It seems that Brother Yan still likes this Chenglou's dim sum. Zhao Hongming looked at the dim sum plate on the table, and said to the outside: "Come on, pack a few boxes of dim sum and send them to Yan Gongzi's residence!"

"No, no need, His Royal Highness, my ......" Suddenly, Yan Bowen felt as if he was a little embarrassed.

"You're welcome, Brother Yan. When Zhao Hongming walked out, he patted Yan Bowen on the shoulder, "It's just a few boxes of snacks, I can afford it." ”

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In the palace city, in the courtyard of Zhao Hongxing.

Hongyi was lying on the bed, sleeping soundly with his eyes closed. And Zhao Hongxing was still leaning crookedly on the recliner beside him, motionless.

This is the experience he learned after suffering from cervical spondylosis in his previous life, when his neck is very uncomfortable, he must quickly find a position that can make his neck feel very comfortable, and then just like a king, keep this position motionless.

This does relieve the dizziness caused by the discomfort of the cervical spine, but over time, it can have the effect of soreness in the rest of the body......

Even so, Zhao Hongxing would rather endure his backache, legs, and arms than change his posture. After all, these soreness are much better than neck pain.

At this time, the door curtain was suddenly lifted, and Le Aya tiptoed in from the outside. Coming in with her was the old gentleman with a cold face.

"Come on, please take a seat. Zhao Hongxing knew that someone had come in, but he still didn't sit up from the chair, but just crooked the chair and said.

Mr. Cang found a chair and sat down, while Le Aya walked gently in front of Zhao Hongxing, first looked at Zhao Hongxing's state, and then looked at Hongyi, who was still sleeping on the bed.

"I'm still sleeping. Le Aya looked at Hongyi and said in surprise.

"You sit down for a while, Aya'er, and then if he still doesn't wake up, wake him up. Zhao Hongxing maintained his posture with difficulty and said.

What time is it! It's going to be dark! If you go back to sleep, you won't be able to sleep at night! Zhao Hongxing shouted in his heart.

Probably hearing Zhao Hongxing's earnest call in his heart, Hongyi suddenly opened his eyes, then sat up slowly, and yawned by the way.

"Childe, I woke up. After yawning, Hongyi lifted the quilt and sat on the edge of the bed, reporting to Zhao Hongxing.

It is said that yawning is contagious, and Zhao Hongxing can be regarded as witnessing it today, as soon as the yawning on Hongyi's side was finished, Le Aya followed up with a yawn. The girl yawned until it was nothing, but immediately after, Zhao Hongxing felt that he wanted to yawn too.

To be reasonable, he really didn't want to yawn, because once he opened his mouth, it would destroy the posture he had worked so hard to maintain, causing his neck to start hurting again.

But it doesn't matter if he wants to yawn or not, after being infected, he can't hold it back.

After a yawn, Zhao Hongxing's neck immediately hurt very "face-saving", and for a while he forgot the soreness caused by this afternoon in order to maintain his posture, and gasped several times in a row.

"Alas, Childe, hold on, I'll heal you!" Hongyi saw Zhao Hongxing's uncomfortable appearance, and jumped to his side in two steps, and he wanted to help him with his luck.

"Ahem, ahem. Here, the old man's loud "cough" sounded.

"What's that...... First, let's heal Aya'er first, I'm not in a hurry. Zhao Hongxing heard this cough, covered his neck and gritted his teeth, and asked Hongyi to treat Le Aya's wound first.

"Uh, this ......" Hongyi glanced at the painful Zhao Hongxing, and then at the old man sitting at the door with a cold face, and obediently turned his face to Le Aya.

"Your Royal Highness Princess, offended. Hongyi looked at Mr. Cang's expression, and there was a great meaning of "If you don't cure Le Aya, no one will want to get out of this door".

Le Aya smiled at Zhao Hongxing, and then sat down with the left half of her body facing Hongyi. Hongyi gently put his hand on her shoulder and began to heal his luck.

This was the first time Hongyi had treated a wound with such a large wound, so he asked Le Aya to go to Tai Hospital for special debridement treatment, and sutured the wound with mulberry thread, and wrapped it with a clean white cloth.

Now, Le Aya has long changed into clean and tidy clothes, and the white cloth wrapped around her body is also shrouded in clothes.

Although he couldn't see the wound, when Hongyi began to use his internal force to heal the wound, he could feel how serious Le Aya's injury was. Usually if the people in the yard have a headache and brain fever, Hongyi puts his hand on the person, and it takes less than a cup of tea to cure it, and it doesn't take much effort at all.

And now, Hongyi feels that Le Aya's body is like a bottomless pit, constantly absorbing his internal force, and all the internal force is also flowing through the wound of Le Aya's left arm, like a stone sinking into the sea, disappearing.

After Hongyi started a small half-incense stick for Le Aya's luck healing, Le Aya's expression was very strange and twisted her body, and then raised her right hand and stretched out to the location of the wound.

"Aya'er, don't move!" Zhao Hongxing had been observing Le Aya's reaction, and hurriedly stopped.

"But, the sixth brother ......" Le Aya put down her hand very obediently, but looked at Zhao Hongxing very aggrieved.

"The wound is itchy, right?" Zhao Hongxing asked.

Le Aya nodded hurriedly.

It's just itchy. Zhao Hongxingxin said that although he didn't know what the principle was, he knew that the itching of the wound represented the regeneration of flesh and blood. And the itching also shows that Hongyi's treatment works.

After a long time, after a full stick of incense, Hongyi sweated profusely and lifted his hand from Le Aya's shoulder. And Le Aya was also very surprised to raise her left arm, and turned back and forth twice in disbelief.

"Is it really good?" Le Aya looked over her shoulder, her big eyes revealing an incredible look.

Her left arm has been completely unable to move since she was injured, and she almost fainted without pain when she was debrided and sutured in the Tai Hospital. But now, the left arm doesn't hurt at all, not only is it as flexible as ever, but it even has an indescribable sense of comfort.

Seeing that Le Aya's arm seemed to have recovered, Mr. Cang's expression finally relaxed.

"Is it over?" Zhao Hongxing finally saw hope for relief.

"Hmm. Hongyi wiped the sweat from his face and smiled bitterly at Zhao Hongxing.

At the same time, his stomach also "gurgled" at the right time.

Something unfortunate happened, and Hongyi was hungry again......

(I've heard that the monthly pass has doubled, but I've never had this.)

(Crazy hints...... ）