Quick Travel: Samsara Boss and His Beautiful, Strong and Miserable Wife

The guest courtyard of the Prince's Mansion.

The scenery is beautiful, the vegetation is lush, and the occasional breeze blows through it, swaying the scenery, making it an interesting scene.

It seemed that the wailing was Rong Yuan's illusion.

Rong Yuan pushed the door open and went in. The rest of the people stayed in the courtyard so that Rong Yuan could dispatch them at any time.

Rong Yuan looked towards the bed and saw Su Hongfei lying on the bed, with a look of pain on his face and blue veins bulging out from his forehead, but he didn't make a sound.

Sweat ran down his face.

Su Hongfei was enduring the pain. He knew someone had entered his room, but he really didn't have the strength to look.

But in such a large prince's palace, I am afraid that only the prince has such leisurely intentions.

Even the pain in his legs was probably the prince's fault!

Sure enough, Rong Yuan's voice was heard, but the words were far from what Su Hongfei expected.

"Master Su Xiaohou, I asked that staff member to treat your injury last night. How do you feel now?" Rong Yuan said in a normal tone.

But to Su Hongfei's ears, it sounded like taking pleasure in others' misfortunes and harboring evil intentions!

It's a pity that he fell asleep last night, otherwise the stolen goods would have been stolen on the spot!

"I feel very good, and don't worry His Highness the Prince!" Su Hongfei said almost through gritted teeth.

"That's good. It's not in vain that my staff worked so hard to treat your leg." Rong Yuan said with a hidden smile.

Of course he knew the reason why Su Hongfei said that. The young man's temperament was so simple and unpretentious.

"Of course, it would be great if the prince's staff could be upright, and I wouldn't be unable to even see him!" Su Hongfei said tit for tat.

"Then please don't fall asleep again today, little Marquis." Rong Yuan was confident.

The Chengyang Marquis Mansion, which was several streets away from the Prince's Mansion, was also in chaos because of that howl.

The person sent to monitor came back to report that this morning the young marquis made a huge wailing sound, as if he had suffered great pain.

Marquis Chengyang was so angry that he slapped the table. The table, which was so strong in the past, suddenly fell into pieces, venting the owner's anger.

"What's the matter with you venting your anger at the table here? If you can, break the prince's legs and avenge our Hong'er!" Mrs. Chengyang Hou was crying beside the table and was out of breath.

Chengyang Hou felt heartbroken when he saw it.

The matron who could usually control a large family was now so fragile.

"Madam, be careful what you say!" No matter how much he loved his wife, he didn't want her to say such words that could lead to death.

Mrs. Chengyang Hou also knew that her words and deeds were wrong, but she still couldn't help being resentful and cried: "My poor Hong'er, such a gifted child has brought such disaster, and now he is still suffering in the devil's cave!"

Mrs. Chengyanghou scolded Chengyanghou all the time while crying.

"Yes, yes, yes! Madam is right."

The Marquis of Chengyang could only nod and bend aside, suffering the punishment.

"Madam, pack up the carriage. Let's go to the Prince's Mansion and bring Hong'er back!" Marquis Chengyang said immediately.

He was also confused, so why did he believe the prince's words?

How could the prince's staff be more powerful than the miracle doctor of Xuegu?

I'm really confused. If Hong'er has three shortcomings in two games, then he, the prince, doesn't have to be in trouble!

Even if he disobeys the emperor's order, he will still pull the prince down!

A cold glint flashed in Chengyang Hou's eyes, and he thought to himself, while Mrs. Chengyang Hou on the side also cheered up and showed her best spirit.

Prince's Mansion.

Rong Yuan is practicing calligraphy in the study. During this long time, Rong Yuan has learned many things, and this calligraphy practice is one of them.

Each stroke of this character is full of character. Just like the person, the character is as free and unrestrained and has its own style.

It's extraordinary at first glance. It's the kind of calligraphy that everyone wants to hang on the wall and copy day and night.

I heard someone come to report that the Marquis of Chengyang was visiting.

After Rong Yuan finished writing the last stroke, he put down his pen and went to the main hall.

As soon as Rong Yuan entered the hall, Marquis Chengyang and Mrs. Marquis Chengyang couldn't wait to greet him.

After the two sides bowed to each other, Mrs. Chengyang Hou couldn't wait to speak: "Your Highness, we are here to take Hong'er home, so we won't bother the prince."

The tone was forbearing, but it was not difficult to hear the indignation and resentment inside.

Rong Yuan looked at Chengyang Marquis and said in an unclear tone: "Oh, does Chengyang Marquis think so too?"

The Marquis of Chengyang lowered his eyebrows, his eyes were full of pressure, and he said in a cold voice: "What Madam means is what I mean!"

"That's a pity. Mr. Su Xiaohou's treatment has just begun. Now he can feel the pain in his legs. I believe it won't be long before his legs are healed. It would be a pity if it is interrupted at this time!" Rong Yuan said in a regretful tone.

"Is what His Highness the Crown Prince said true?" Marquis Chengyang was a little skeptical, but according to this statement, the wailing sound this morning might have been explained.

"I wonder if the prince can let us meet Hongfei?" Mrs. Chengyang Hou said first, fearing that the prince would believe the prince's lies.

As expected of Su Xiaohouye's mother, this suspect has the same temperament.

"Of course." Rong Yuan replied, his magnanimous and brilliant appearance surprised Madam Marquis Chengyang.

But in the end, worry about the child took over, and he didn't delve into the prince's plan.

The guest courtyard of the Prince's Mansion.

Mr. Su Xiaohou was lying lazily in the sun, basking in the sun.

His eyes were closed, looking like he was enjoying himself.

The sun shone warmly on him.

The peaceful and peaceful painting style almost made Chengyang Hou and his wife wonder if they had gone to the wrong set.

Rong Yuan really didn't expect such a scene.

When the young Marquis saw Rong Yuan and was about to put on a provocative smile, he saw his parents following behind Rong Yuan.

The originally provocative smile turned into a happy smile, with a sincere smile on every face.

Coupled with that handsome and beautiful face, it is even more difficult to take away your eyes.

The smiling young Marquis in the sunshine is indeed much prettier than the gloomy and paranoid appearance in the plot.

After chatting for a while, the Marquis of Chengyang and his wife confirmed through observation that their child had not been wronged and that his legs were indeed getting better, so they prepared to leave.

Mr. Su Xiaohou was dumbfounded. Aren't you here to take me home?

Su Hongfei desperately hinted to her parents to take him back, but the Marquis of Chengyang said: "Take good care of your leg here. When the leg heals, your mother and I will come to pick you up."

Even his mother, who had always loved him, was on his father's side.

On the way back, Mrs. Chengyang Hou grabbed Chengyang Hou's ear and asked, "Why do you have to let Hong'er stay in the Prince's Mansion? If you don't tell me why today, I want you to look good!"

"Hey, madam, it hurts. Let go," Chengyang Marquis immediately protected his ears and quickly explained, "I have seen Hongfei's injuries. Based on my many years of experience in marching and fighting, Hongfei's leg is indeed getting better. .”

"Really?" Mrs. Chengyang Hou said with suspicion and uncertainty, "Are you sure you didn't lie to me?"

"Madam, how dare I lie to you?" Marquis Chengyang said unjustly, "There are indeed hidden dragons and crouching tigers in this Prince's Mansion, but I don't know why there is no news about this holy hand who is comparable to a miracle doctor?"

"Husband, I wonder if you have noticed that the prince seems to have become more--" Mrs. Chengyang Marquis seemed to be unable to find the exact words to describe, "more, better-looking?"

"Madam!" Marquis Chengyang howled miserably, "Madam, if you fall in love with someone else, what will I do?"

"Young poor man!" Mrs. Chengyang Hou gave Chengyang Hou an angry look and ignored the topic.