Tan Yue didn't speak, after all, he had cheated his brother twice, and he couldn't bear to pit it a third time.

As a result, he didn't readily agree, and Hou Shizi of Liyang was still unhappy, "You're not happy?" ”

This was the last chance he had ever given him.

Tan Yue looked at him, "I'm afraid you'll regret it." ”

Liyang Hou Shizi snorted, "Unless my father goes to find me, I will die with you!" ”

Tan Yue, "......." ”

"Words count," Tan Yue said.

The words were said so quickly that Hou Shizi of Liyang finally sensed that something was wrong.

But he meant the truth.

The side courtyard where Tan Yue lives is next to the Jing'an Palace, and if you want to say that it is a part of the Jing'an Palace, it is okay to say that it is not counted.

Tan Yue kept him in a side hospital, Jing'an Wangfu would not have an opinion, and besides, it was not that he had never lived in a side hospital, but he had not lived with injuries.

Thinking of the injury on his buttocks, Liyang Hou Shizi complained about his father one after another.

Hearing that, Liyang Hou wanted to go into the house and beat his son, but was taken away by Nanshan Bola, "Go drink, go drink." ”

"The prince lives in the Jing'an Palace, you still don't worry."

It's not that he's not worried, he's a little embarrassed.

After being sick for two days and suffering from him for 30 years, he should honestly stay in the house to recuperate, how can he go to other people's homes as guests.

Moreover, Chang Enhou pit him twice, but he didn't see him angry, his father beat him thirty boards, and he actually remembered it.

Here, Liyang Hou returned to the private room, and the third young master of Peiguo Mansion also came.

He came alone, without the support of a small servant.

Find the private room and push the door in.

Tan Yue glanced him up and down, "You weren't beaten, were you?" ”

"If it weren't for my cleverness, I would have been beaten," the third young master of the Peiguo Mansion rejoiced.

The Peiguo Mansion and the Liyang Marquis Mansion are not too far away, but they are not close either.

When the Marquis of Liyang went to the mansion, he happened to meet the eldest lord of the Peiguo Mansion riding back to the mansion.

Seeing his angry face, the eldest lord of Peiguo Mansion asked more, after all, he was a colleague, and his son had a good relationship.

The well that the two sons jumped into together, although they were in their respective houses, were very sick.

Yesterday, Mrs. Liyang Hou saw that her son was not improving after taking medicine, and she sent someone to the Peiguo Mansion to inquire about the condition of the third young master of the Peiguo Mansion, and if the prescription worked, she would also give her son a copy.

Liyang Hou thinks that things are like things, people are grouped, his own son is not filial, and the son of the eldest young master of Peiguo Mansion is not far behind.

Such an unfilial son, how can he not be beaten hard, so he said it truthfully.

When the eldest lord of Peiguo Mansion heard that the Marquis of Liyang had beaten his son with thirty boards, he was also a father, and when he encountered the same situation, he couldn't be more kind than others, so he had to be more severe.

Therefore, the eldest lord of Peiguo Mansion decided to go back to the house to smoke his son's forty boards.

It's just that this plan died when it entered the government.

When he instructed the steward, the little servant of the third young master of the Peiguo Mansion heard it, and he went to tell the third young master of the Peiguo Mansion in a hurry.

No, he was so frightened that he lifted the quilt, picked up his clothes, and jumped out of the window as if he had been caught.

"You're not pretending to be sick, what are you running?" Tan Yue raised his forehead.

The third young master of the Peiguo Mansion glared at him, "My father believed the words of Liyang Hou, and it was useless for me to explain, I would be stupid if I didn't run." ”

It's just that this run is not pretending to be sick but also pretending to be sick.

After eating two chopsticks, he remembered what he said to the eldest master of Peiguo Mansion, and quickly put down the chopsticks, and said, "I have to go to Peiguo Mansion quickly, and I don't have to burden the third young master of Peiguo Mansion with the board." ”

This meal didn't taste good.

Liyang Hou hurried to the Peiguo Mansion, explained that he had misunderstood his son, and asked the eldest master of the Peiguo Mansion if he had played the third young master's board.

The eldest master of Peiguo Mansion said, "Liyang Hou is not better than covering up for that bastard, if he doesn't pretend to be sick and weak, he won't run." ”

Liyang Hou was confused.

Could it be that the third young master of the Peiguo Mansion is pretending to be sick, and his son is really sick?

But they jumped into the well together, and the time was about the same, but his son was sick......

His son's body is not as strong as others'.

This meal, Liyang Hou Shizi ate extremely difficult, his buttocks hurt, and the dishes couldn't be clamped a little farther away, so he ate badly.

When he went to the side courtyard of Jing'an Palace, he didn't ask Tan Yue to bring him tea and water, he couldn't get out of his anger.

It's just that the plan is very good, and when he really arrived at the side hospital, Hou Shizi of Liyang fell ill directly.

I was already suffering from the cold and was sick, and I was hit by thirty boards, and when I went back from a meal in Hongyan Building, my head was dizzy, and my front foot entered Tan Yue's residence, and my back foot fainted.

Tan Yue and the third young master of Peiguo Mansion helped him to lie on the small couch, and when he touched his forehead, it was as hot as a stove.

"It's a fool, if you don't come home to come to me when you're sick like this," Tan Yue had a headache.

He had no father or mother, only an aunt and a cousin.

He didn't want to go back and was afraid to go back to Changenhou's Mansion, and he was afraid of the empty courtyard.

But the father and mother of the Hou Shizi of Liyang were built here, and their grandmother protected them, so they didn't go back after dozens of boards.

If it were him, he would be beaten half to death, and he would circle around his father and mother and make them half angry.

The third young master of the Peiguo Mansion said busily, "I have to ask him for a doctor." ”

Sick and injured, if something goes wrong, they can't afford it.

Tan Yue shook his head, "You can't ask for a doctor." ”

The third young master of Peiguo Mansion looked at him, and Tan Yue said, "He still doesn't want to go back after being like this, once I ask for a doctor, I will definitely alarm my aunt and them, and he will have to be sent back." ”

The third young master of Peiguo Mansion said, "If you don't get rid of fever, you regret it." ”

"You take care of him for a while, and I'll go find my cousin," Tan Yue said.

Before the words fell, the person had already disappeared.

The third young master of Peiguo Mansion was a little confused, did he hear it?

What Brother Tan just said was going to find his cousin or his cousin-in-law?

But it's useless to find anyone.

Inside the study.

Qi Moyuan sat on the couch and read a book.

Jiang Juan sat at his desk, holding a pen and writing prescriptions, which were all the medicinal materials she needed.

As he was writing, Tan Yue jumped out of the window and entered the house, and said, "Cousin-in-law, help." ”

Jiang Juan was startled, and Qi Moyuan looked at him, "What's wrong?" ”

Tan Yue hurriedly said, "Hou Shizi of Liyang was cold and hit the board again, and he fell into a coma with me, so I came to my cousin-in-law to treat him." ”

He didn't know how skilled his cousin's medical skills were.

Anyway, my cousin said that the prince was cured by her.

He didn't believe his cousin, and he had to believe his cousin, no.

The cousin took his cousin-in-law to the side courtyard where he lived, and no one would be suspicious.

Qi Moyuan looked at Jiang Juan, and Jiang Juan said, "Wait a while, I'm just going to have the last few medicines, and I'll leave when I'm done." ”

Jiang Juan lowered his head and continued to write, and the speed of his subordinates was a little faster.

Tan Yue was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

Jiang Juan put down the pen, dried the ink and handed it to the dark guard, and then said, "Let's go." ”