"His wife knows martial arts and is a swordsman."

The shopkeeper licked his face and laughed with the nobleman: "I heard from the guy that she has multiple sword wounds on her body, as if she had fought for life and death, and she stitched up the wounds, and refused to use anesthetics in order to stay awake." ”

"Is that so?"

The banter on the young man's face was gone, revealing some indescribable admiration.

The shopkeeper replied respectfully: "The little one tells the truth, and he doesn't dare to deceive the prince." ”

The young man sincerely sighed: "In this way, his wife is a rare strange woman. ”

"It's strange to say."

The shopkeeper frowned, puzzled: "A countryman with little knowledge can marry a swordsman as his wife." ”

"Fate."

The young man's mind flashed his encounter with his wife, and he smiled jokingly: "The fate between people is arranged by God a long time ago, a red thread is bolted, and no one can run." ”

The shopkeeper smiled and complimented: "What the prince said is true." ”

"Bang."

There was a crack in the door of the private room, and someone pushed it open from the outside, interrupting the conversation between the two.

A little boy about five or six years old, with delicate eyebrows and eyes, like jade, and beautiful and shining eyes, ran in from outside: "Father, can we stay in Fucheng for two more days?" ”

"Why does Cheng'er want to stay two more days?"

The young man squatted down, took out a clean silk handkerchief from his arms, and carefully and gently wiped the beads of sweat from his son's forehead.

"The day after tomorrow is the Tangram Festival."

The little boy's bright starry eyes were shining: "There is a dragon boat race in Fucheng, and Cheng'er wants to see the dragon boat race." ”

"My father is also keen on dragon boat races, and he also wants to stay and watch."

The young man's eyebrows and eyes were gentle, and he guided him step by step: "However, my father has something important to do, and I must escort Doctor Xu to Kyoto City as soon as possible to treat the little county king, and I can't delay time, Cheng'er said, what should I do?" ”

"Hey."

The little boy's face collapsed, and he lost his spirit in an instant.

He was a sensible little child.

You can't delay big things because of playfulness.

"Xiaojunwang is as big as Cheng'er, and he is also a sensible and well-behaved good boy."

The young man looked funny, rubbed his son's little head dotingly, and smiled and relieved: "When you arrive in Kyoto City, you will have a new playmate, and my father believes that you will definitely like the little prince and get along with him friendly." ”

"Isn't he poisoned?"

The little boy is innocent: "How can you play with me?" ”

"There is a miracle doctor, and a little toxin is not a problem."

The young man vowed: "He will get well soon, and when his leg is healed, you will be able to play happily." ”

"Okay, I have a friend to play with me."

The boy's obsidian eyes lit up like a cheerful foal, surrounding his father.

The huge Prince Rong Mansion, the Lin family's Lang Jingzi generation, only Cheng'er has one child.

Five or six-year-old children are just the age of fun, unaccompanied, and indeed lonely.

The young man looked at his son dotingly, his eyes flashing thoughtfully.

*

The scars on the woman's body were crisscrossed, and her right leg was the most severely injured, which was pierced by a sword, and it was extremely difficult to stitch it up.

The operation did not end until midnight.

When she was lifted out of the examination room, she was covered in bandages and only breathed weakly.

Even so, she was still sane, and she wrapped her right arm around her daughter, like an old hen guarding her calf, and protected her under her wing.

The little baby girl woke up, opened her big misty eyes, and rubbed her mother's cheek affectionately.

The woman's eyebrows and eyes were gentle, and she turned sideways, and her forehead was close to her daughter.