First Lady of the Crown Prince

  Chapter 597 Husband and Wife meet (one more)

  Xuanping Hou did not put Xiao Heng down, until Xuanping Hou's horse took Xiao Heng's horse back to the official road to meet the two, and the two rode back to the inner city of the capital.

  "Not back to Bishui Hutong?"

  Xuanping Hou saw that Xiao Heng took the wrong path.

  Xiao Heng said lowly: "Well, I live with my mother these days."

  Xuan Pinghou did not ask more.

  Although he and Princess Xinyang have been married for many years, they do not interfere with each other or bother each other, so this is the first time he has come to the house on Zhuque Street.

  He was going to leave after watching Xiao Heng go in, but Xiao Heng opened his mouth and called him: "You should take care of the injury first."

  In order not to make it sound like he was caring about him, he added, "The doctor happens to be there."

   "Your mother--"

"she is not here."

  Xuan Pinghou raised his eyebrows, and I told you how did you become so courageous and dare to take your father back.

  He has been looking forward to it for so long, and it is hard to look forward to a little care from his son. It is impossible for Xuan Pinghou to miss the opportunity to get along with his son.

  No matter what, you have to wait until the son calls him father again.

  Xuan Pinghou got off his horse.

   He didn't frown when he was carrying Xiao Heng over the mountains and over the mountains, but now he got home, and he was going backwards.

  In order to show the seriousness of his injury, he limped into the house extremely exaggeratedly.

  Xiao Heng looked at the left leg he was dragging, and his face instantly turned black: "You hurt your right leg."

  Xuanping Hou: "..."

  It was late at night, and Gu Jiao was also injured and needed to recuperate. Xiao Heng did not wake her up, but Doctor Song was here and just finished taking Gu Jiao's body temperature.

  Xiao Heng placed Xuan Pinghou in his house, and invited Doctor Song over.

  Doctor Song is a sensible person. After he came to Suzaku Street, he had already guessed the identity of Xiao Liulang, but he didn't ask much when he shouldn't inquire.

  At this time, seeing Xiao Liulang bringing Xuan Pinghou back, he still didn't ask anything.

  Xiao Heng took a set of his own clothes and put on Xuan Pinghou.

  To be honest, there are still differences in the figures of the father and son. Xuanping Hou, who has been practicing martial arts all year round, is naturally a bit bigger than Xiao Heng, but the two are not much different.

  Xuan Pinghou looked at the clothes that weren’t too short, and couldn’t help feeling again—the son really grew up.

Doctor Song began to deal with Xuan Pinghou’s injuries. Xiao Heng thought he had only two stab wounds found halfway down the road. Unexpectedly, when Doctor Song uncovered his coat, the old and new wounds on his back almost made Xiao Heng. Suddenly startled.

  Xuanping Hou has a handsome face, which makes people subconsciously feel that his body is the same as his face.

  Who would have thought that he was already bruised and bruised?

  Small injuries are no longer hurt in Xuan Pinghou's eyes. All he remembered was the knife on his back and the knife on his right leg.

  Xuanping Hou raised his eyes and saw his son staring at him with a dazed expression. He forgot that his son hated these things he hated most. He didn't like any of the toys he made for his son when he was a child.

  These scars must be ugly.

  He hurriedly pulled up his clothes and said to Xiao Heng: "You go out first."

  Xiao Heng's eyelashes trembled, turned around and walked out with a complicated expression.

   "Master Hou, your wound has been stitched more than once, right?" Doctor Song said, looking at the two important injuries of Xuan Pinghou.

   "Hmm." Xuan Pinghou replied vaguely, "Sew it once or twice."

  Stitched once from the battlefield, then rushed to tear the wound without stopping, and stitched once or twice when changing horses in the post.

  Doctor Song said earnestly: "Master Hou, you are very dangerous! If you are injured, you should have a good rest. The wound is most taboo to tear repeatedly. This is more serious than a direct knife!"

   "Will...will it be disabled?" Xuan Pinghou asked.

  Doctor Song sighed: "You are lucky, and my boss has special wound medicine, otherwise your leg will really be useless!"

  Xuan Pinghou’s wound was swollen and inflamed, and Shi Cai was soaked in water again... Dr. Song had never seen such a disobedient patient!

  If it weren’t for the owner’s anti-inflammatories, Daluo God would not be able to save it!

  Doctor Song cleaned up the wound for Xuan Pinghou. He had to feel that Xuan Pinghou had a special physique, and he grew up even after repeated tears. It would be troublesome to treat and care for local infections.

  "I'll take the thread apart first." Dr. Song said.

   "Take it apart." Xuanping Hou Hun said indifferently.

   "It may be a little painful." Doctor Song said as he opened it, and when he turned his head, Xuan Pinghou had already tilted his head and fell asleep.

  Xuanping Hou seemed to be in a reaction, and tried to open his eyelids, and said in a daze, "...what did you say?"

  Doctor Song said: "It's nothing, it's done, I'm going to give you an injection."

  Xuan Pinghou glanced at the bottle and infusion needle that Dr. Song had brought, oh, his head tilted, and went to sleep.

  Doctor Song tied a pressure vessel for him, and muttered: "This is the first time I hit this, I'm not afraid..."

  Xuan Pinghou needed to deal with too many injuries, big and small, and it was only half an hour after Doctor Song came out of the house.

  Xiao Heng waited for him in the corridor.

  Doctor Song took his medicine box and walked forward and said, "Master Xiao."

  Xiao Heng turned around and asked, "How is he?"

  Doctor Song said: "I fell asleep, and the injuries on his body can be dealt with. To be honest, he was injured a bit serious. The opening on the back is so long and the opening on the leg is so deep."

  Xiao Heng looked at the length and depth of Dr. Song's hand gestures, Jun Yi frowned.

  Doctor Song sighed: "Is he going to die? If he is injured, he will be well-nourished. What will he do when he comes back in a hurry?"

  Doctor Song didn't know anything about Yan Guoren.

  Xiao Heng's throat slid, and his heart was mixed: "Then, can it be cured?"

  Doctor Song truthfully said: “Cure is to cure, and it’s hard to say whether there will be sequelae.”

  It seems that she still has to wait for Jiaojiao to wake up and ask her if there is a cure.

  This is the house of Princess Xinyang. Xiao Heng's original intention was not to let Xuanping Hou stay overnight. However, Xuanping Hou was injured like this. He couldn't really wake people up before sending them back.

  Xiao Heng entered the house.

  There was a dim yellow oil lamp on the table, Xuan Pinghou hung a bottle and fell asleep.

  Perhaps only at this time did he fade away from the predominant, arrogant and domineering posture, and the haggard and tiredness of a wounded appeared between his eyebrows.

  In fact, his injuries have been there from beginning to end, but his aura is too strong when he is awake, making people unable to feel his fragility.

  Xiao Heng knew that he had never grown the way he expected. He wanted a son who could inherit his mantle, a son who could go with him on the battlefield, and a son who could make him proud.

  However, whether it was the self who was very talented at a young age, or the self who had become the priest of the Imperial Academy when he was a child, or the self who climbed up from the quagmire step by step and gradually showed his fists in the center, he still could not make him proud and satisfied.

  When the sky was dark, Princess Xinyang rushed back from outside the city.

  You can get there early, but there was a heavy rain outside the west gate, and a small landslide appeared on the mountain halfway, and they were blocked for most of the night.

  The first thing Princess Xinyang did when she returned to the city was to go home to see her son.

  As soon as she entered the yard, she saw a maid coming out of Xiao Heng’s room with a basin of blood, her brows and heartbeats!

  The most worrying thing happened!

  A Heng was calculated by the Yan people!

   "Aheng!"

  No matter how calm the mother was, she could not remain calm in the face of her son’s distress. Princess Xinyang almost staggered and rushed in. The maid at the door had no time to greet her, and she had already come to the bed.

  The room was filled with a strong breath of golden sore medicine, which showed that the other party was seriously injured.

  The tip of her nose was sour, and she threw herself on the person on the bed, holding his shoulders tightly with both hands.

   "Ah----"

Before the word   heng was finished, she felt a large, generous palm slowly fall on top of her head.

  This action made her surprised for a moment.

  There are two main reasons. One is that Xiao Heng can still move, which means that he is not dead yet, and there is still a rescue; the other is...why did Xiao Heng touch her head?

  Princess Xinyang raised her head with tears, stared at "Xiao Heng" on the bed in a daze, and with only one glance, she stood up!

   "Xiao, Xiao, Xiao, Xiao... how are you!"

  She was struck by lightning, and she stuttered!

  Xuan Pinghou's brows were slightly frowned, and he was a little bit awake to get up. He slowly retracted the hand that had just touched Princess Xinyang's head, and pinched his brow with his fingertips.

   Immediately, he frowned and looked at Princess Xinyang: "Qin Feng is late?"

  (End of this chapter)