"No wonder Cheng'er likes her so much."

Xuanyuan Qing's heart was sour, a little uncomfortable: "Thinking about my sister wholeheartedly, at a moment of life and death crisis, I don't even care about my own life." ”

"Here you go again."

Lin Jinyun glanced at his beloved wife, and joked with a smile: "If he doesn't even have the courage to sacrifice his life to save people, you should really cry, a coward, how can you be worthy of the Lin family's sons and daughters throwing their heads and spilling blood, the glory inherited by the ancestors who sacrificed their lives for the country." ”

"Hmph, you don't seem to be worried."

Xuanyuan Qing listened to his serious statement, and raised her eyebrows arrogantly, without the slightest embarrassment in front of outsiders: "Hearing the news of Cheng'er's injury, you ran faster than a rabbit, if it weren't for your wife to stop you, you would have disappeared a long time ago." ”

"Ahem."

Lin Jinyun's old face turned red, glanced at Du Si, and covered his mouth and coughed.

The corners of her mouth twitched when she heard the word rabbit, and then she glanced away, pretending not to hear anything.

The couple joked and joked, and did not shy away from outsiders, and the two people in the medicine house naturally heard their voices.

Twilight's good-looking eyebrows and eyes frowned slightly, and she was a little jealous of the Duchess of Zhenguo.

Ye Xiuyan was different, her attention was all focused on Lin Jinyun, the prince of Zhenguo, and from the conversation between her and his wife, she heard an obvious sense of protection.

Lin Jia'erlang?!

A very representative title.

In Fengqi country, it is a symbol of reverence and glory.

Brother Lin's grandfather, like his father, was a person who knew right from wrong, had a warm heart, and was trustworthy.

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"Senior brother, Lin Shizi's relatives have come to see him."

Twilight led the two distinguished guests through the bamboo forest to the medicine house, and when she saw that her junior brother was already waiting in the small courtyard, her eyes lit up, and she pushed open the fence door and walked in first.

"Please forgive you for not being able to welcome you from afar."

Twilight looked at the two people who followed, elegant and calm, and gave it up.

"Divine doctors don't have to be polite."

Lin Jinyun is gentle and pleasant, with a little less majesty of the superior between her eyebrows and eyes, and a little more amiability of the elders to the younger ones.

"The prince is in the house."

Twilight moxibustion stretched out his hand and asked: "The injury is no longer in trouble, and you can recover after more than a month of meditation and recuperation." ”

Lin Jinyun bowed his hand and thanked sincerely: "Thank you to the divine doctor for coming to the rescue." ”

"The one who saved the son of the world was not below, but"

Twilight moxibustion paused, thought about it, and in front of outsiders, she still called Ye Xiuyan a little junior sister.

"Miss Ye is talented and intelligent, and her medical skills are extraordinary, so she deserves to be the junior sister of the divine doctor."

Lin Jinyun was thoughtful, didn't care about his careful thoughts, and answered without leaking.

"Zhenguo Gong praised it falsely."

Ye Xiuyan saluted through the window and greeted politely: "Xiuyan's medical skills are not enough, and she can't afford to be extraordinary." ”

"Hahaha."

Lin Jinyun looked at the little girl dressed in green clothes, her demeanor was calm, and her eyes flashed, meaning something: "Miss Ye is too modest, the medical skills of the thousand-faced poison doctor are not comparable to ordinary people." ”

"Zhenguo kilometers please."

Ye Xiuyan was exquisite, and when she heard the deep meaning of her words, she no longer deliberately concealed her identity, and stretched out her hand to invite.

"Cheng'er."

Xuanyuan Qing was concerned about her grandson, she couldn't wait for a long time, and without waiting for her husband to respond, she stepped into the threshold and rushed to the bamboo bed.

Lin Jingcheng lay quietly on the bed, his chest was wrapped with bandages, two thin lips, white and bloodless, and his face was brittle and glossy, and people who watched it were distressed.

(End of chapter)