Rongwang Murong Bai's face was expressionless, just appeased Nangong Yu, for others, he has never had a temperature.

"Lord Wang, Lord Wang," Ma Boyun knelt down directly, "I beg the Lord to be sympathetic to Weichen's old age, the second son died early, and now there is such a son by his side, Lord Wang, Lord Wang's grace." ”

"Your son has no king's law, in this downtown area, he cares about people's lives, acts on the streets, and treats people's lives as if they were mustards, which is really against the norm, and he doesn't take the laws of the court in his eyes, so that the people can see how to feel, how to be so bold and reckless, and how to be gracious."

"Lord Wang......" Ma Boyun pounded his head like garlic.

"Daddy, Daddy...... Save me...... Daddy......"

Ma Zhenyuan has been escorted away, and his voice has gradually disappeared......

Behind a stall, a graceful figure.

"Don't be sad, girl."

Miaoyu gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, "I am responsible for Hao'er's death." ”

"Don't blame the girl, it was Ma Zhenyuan who killed her."

Miaoyu sighed, "That's it, it seems that my estimate is good, this Yu Gongzi is indeed not small, and he can make King Rong lose Ma Zhenyuan, but his attitude towards Yu Gongzi is ......"

"How?"

"I can't tell."

……

Nangong Yu was helped into the carriage, crying and grieving.

Suddenly raised his eyes, but saw Mrs. Nangong sitting in the carriage, "Yu'er, don't cry, you see your eyes are swollen like this." ”

"Mother...... Woohoo......"

Nangong Yu threw herself into Mrs. Nangong's arms and cried.

"It's all my fault, it's me who caused trouble that hurt Feng'er, mother, I killed her......"

"Mother knows that you are sad, but people can't be resurrected after death, no matter how sad you are, it will be useless, you have a personal life, and you can't force it."

Mrs. Nangong comforted Nangong Yu with a loving face.

"However, I'm just sad, if I don't go to Yishui and don't provoke Ma Zhenyuan, Feng'er won't be ...... However, it was Ma Zhenyuan who broke into my box and then ...... But ......"

Nangong Yu cried sparsely, and his speech was incoherent.

"Mother, I was wrong, I shouldn't be willful and playful, if I had endured it at the time and didn't teach Ma Zhenyuan a lesson, I might not have died, mother, I killed Feng'er...... Woohoo......"

"If you don't teach him a lesson, you'll only make him gain an inch." King Rong opened his mouth lightly.

Suddenly, Nangong Yu held his head in both hands, looking pained.

"Yu'er, what's wrong with you, are you feeling unwell again?"

Mrs. Nangong hurriedly instructed Xiao Han to invite Imperial Doctor Zhang to come to the Hou Mansion.

King Rong looked at it quietly, "and uncomfortable"? Is she constantly unwell?

King Rong and Nangong Hou have been waiting in the side hall, and Imperial Doctor Zhang is administering needles inside.

"How?"

Mrs. Nangong looked anxious.

"Mrs. Hui, the county lord is fine, it's just that he is overly sad and emotionally unstable, Weichen has already applied needles to help the county lord relieve his qi and blood, and he will be fine after a few days of rest."

Imperial Doctor Zhang put away the silver needle and spoke: "Madam, the previous prescription still has to be continued, made into a meal, and slowly adjusted." ”

"Imperial Doctor Zhang, I have been conditioning Yu'er's body according to the prescription you prescribed."

"That's fine, the injuries on the county lord's body have healed, except for ...... As for the toxins on his body, the toxins on the county lord's body have no obvious symptoms, and Weichen is incompetent. ”

Mrs. Nangong sighed, "There is Lao Zhang's Imperial Doctor." ”

"Wechen retired."

There were only Nangong Yu and Mrs. Nangong in the room, and she looked at her daughter's crying face in distress.

Partial hall.

"How's the county lord?"

King Rong seemed to be more anxious than the Marquis of Nangong.

"Back to the prince, back to the Hou Ye, the county lord is fine, just adjust your mentality and relax your mood, Weichen has already opened a prescription, and it will be sent to the Hou Mansion in a while."

Nangong Hou breathed a sigh of relief, "Come on, send Imperial Doctor Zhang." ”

Due to the presence of King Rong, Nangong Hou did not ask much.

King Rong only glanced through the screen and left.

Nangong Yu was sick for a few days, and he didn't want to go out or talk, just sitting in front of the guqin in a daze.

She has only just met Feng'er, and her friendship can't be talked about, but Hao'er is infatuated with her, and she died because of her, and the blow to Nangong Yu can be imagined.

"Lord Wang."

As soon as Peony served Nangong Yu and combed her hair, she turned around and saw King Rong standing behind her.

"Let's go down."

Nangong Yu looked at him lightly, and then turned to look at himself in the mirror.

"Yu'er, are you better?"

"I'm fine."

"The weather is nice today, I'll go out for a walk with you."

"I don't want to go out," Nangong Yu opened his mouth to refuse, and thought again, "What happened to Feng'er......"

"I've already done it in an instant."

"Count the days, today should be her first seven, right?"

King Rong groaned slightly, he really hadn't paid attention to this problem.

"I'll go see her."

"Okay, I'll go with you."

She was buried on a small hill with a pleasant scenery outside the city of Jian'an.

Nangong Yu burned the paper money and stood there wilting, she didn't even look at her carefully, nor did she listen to her finish playing a complete song "Yangchun White Snow".

"Yu'er, don't be too upset."

"I know, you don't have to comfort me, I'm fine."

The scenery along the way is very good, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, the stream is murmuring, and Nangong Yu is in a much better mood.

"Hey, there's a tea shed here, let's go sit there."

"Okay." King Rong nodded.

The tea hut was rudimentary, with a thatched roof, a wooden pillar at each of the four corners, and a thicker pillar in the middle, on which were hung with tools such as straw hats.

"Sit down, too."

Nangong Yu just felt that it was a little dazzling for him to stand behind him with a sword, so he spoke.

Instantly glanced at King Rong, "Your subordinates should still stand." ”

"You're standing, we're so eye-catching."

"Sit down." King Rong spoke.

"No."

A few people gathered around the unlacquered square table, and the shopkeeper poured tea.

"How many people, do you want to eat noodles?"

"No, do you have side dishes?" Nangong Yu spoke.

"Only peanuts and pickles." The shopkeeper sneered.

"Yes, too."

"Smack......

A man sitting next to him pressed a bowl of noodles on the table, "Is this for people?" ”

"Eat." The other man sitting with him gave him a blank look and continued to eat the boiling water in the bowl.

The man was deflated all of a sudden, "When I am in high school, I will definitely have big fish and meat every day." ”

"Okay, we missed last year's big exam, we won't select too many people this year, and the official position will not be high, even if we win, that is, what county government will be a master, chief writer or something, there is no big fish and big meat."

The man slapped the table, "Not necessarily. ”

"Well, Brother Guan is definitely not a thing in the pool, Tianzhong is a talent, the court will definitely hire him exceptionally, let's eat noodles."

Anyone can hear the perfunctory, and that Guan brother can naturally hear it.

"Of course you don't believe it now, you'll see later."

As he spoke, he took another bite of steamed buns, "Phew, it's really unpalatable." ”

"I think this noodle is very delicious, you can see there are green vegetables."

The man at the back table spoke, and he sat alone at that table, coarse cloth and plain clothes, handsome in appearance, with a cloth bag like a bookkeeper of a rich man's house.