"Can I go and see your eldest son?"

Bo Langjun's words made Mr. Fang suddenly raise his head and say:

"It can't be him! He has been stupid for many years!"

Marquis Fang then shook his head and sighed, with a sad look in his eyes.

"Maybe he may be cured!"

Bo Langjun's eyes were filled with deep meaning, which made Marquis Fang's body shake involuntarily.

The eyes were opposite each other and stared for a long time.

"I haven't been to see him for a long time!"

Mr. Fang himself didn’t know when the last time he went to visit his eldest son!

There is a secluded courtyard deep in the back garden of the Hou Mansion. There are several clusters of fine bamboos outside the courtyard.

As autumn gets thicker, the tips of bamboo leaves have begun to turn yellow.

The black round arched door is tightly closed, and the copper door rings are stained with rust.

Marquis Fang signaled his personal bodyguard Ruan Yue to open the courtyard gate.

As soon as Ruan Yue walked to the gate of the yard, she heard the voice of the Third Young Master:

"Father! My brother's illness is most afraid of disturbing others!"

Fang Zhuoyi hurriedly approached his father and bowed and persuaded him.

"Feng Yue followed me and the Marquis in, and Madam, just wait outside the door!"

Bo Langjun turned his head and said to Luo Jiaojiao beside him.

"Um!"

Luo Jiaojiao, who likes to join in the fun, nodded reluctantly.

"Wei Zhang Ting, please stay!"

After saying that, Marquis Fang looked at Ruan Yue.

Ruan Yue understood and gently pushed open the yard door.

A deep path extends forward and cannot see the end clearly because the trees in the yard are very dense.

The trees in this courtyard did not seem to be baptized by the autumn rain last night, and they are still lush with branches and leaves.

There was no fallen leaf on the ground, and there were some dark green moss in the slits on the path.

"These trees are too dense to cover the Sun Yang. They should be trimmed!"

As he walked, Mr. Fang murmured to himself as he looked at the faint light faintly coming out of the gaps in the leaves above his head.

At the end of the path is the corridor turning to the right. Because there is no sunlight for many years, mold spots are growing on the corners of the carved railings and painted buildings on the corridor.

"It's time to repair it!"

Mr. Fang muttered a little bit of self-blame.

When I walked through the corridor, my eyes lit up.

A water pavilion suddenly stood above the pond. A man with hair was vaguely sitting among the floating curtains. The light of the sun made his back look handsome.

Where the curtain floated, the sitting person could be seen wearing a white robe and red brocade skirt.

"Is it him?"

Mr. Fang's throat was a little tight and his eyes became moist.

Bo Langjun accompanied Mr. Fang to the water pavilion.

Feng Yue and Ruan Yue stood on both sides of the wooden plank road entrance leading to the water pavilion. Their eyes followed the backs of Fang Houye and Bo Langjun.

When Bo Langjun followed Fang Marquis to Fang Zhuoyun, he couldn't help but look carefully at the boat that was drawing in the pond with his head down.

The eyebrows are like smoke and willows entering the temples, the nose is like a hanging gallbladder, and the lips are as thin as a knife.

"Please get out of the way! You blocked my sight!"

Fang Zhuoyun's voice was like a gold and jade falling from the plate, round and clear.

When he raised his eyes, his starry eyes were like water, without any dust.

What a handsome man! Bo Langjun couldn't help but admire him in his heart.

Marquis Fang moved aside and silently stared at his eldest son. He was not like this before!

He likes to wear silver armor and ride maroon horses. His expression is quite cold and his eyes are sharp.

When fighting against the enemy, the shooting skills he passed on to him made him extremely skillful and made the enemy frightened.

However, a tragic battle made him look like he is now.

He doesn't seem to know his father anymore.

When Mr. Fang thought about this, his heart felt like he was feeling blocked.

“It’s really good to draw!”

Bo Langjun noticed that Fang Zhuoyun's fingers holding the pen were thick, and he knew that he had been practicing marksmanship or swordsmanship.

A foolish person will never change his martial arts skills or continue to practice his martial arts! So was Fang Zhuoyun cured? Or did he keep pretending to be crazy?

Bo Langjun intended to test, so he walked behind Fang Zhuoyun to get the pen in his hand.

Fang Zhuoyun instinctively used the pen in his hand to point Bo Langjun's elbow hole. Bo Langjun flipped his arm to grab the brush, but unexpectedly Fang Zhuoyun's pen pointed to Bo Langjun's eyebrows.

Bo Langjun moved his body several feet back, and then avoided the tip of the pen and directly grabbed Fang Zhuoyun's arm.

Fang Zhuoyun had to stand up and compete with Bo Langjun.

Bo Langjun only realized that Fang Zhuoyun was taller than him.

Marquis Fang had already seen that his son had recovered from illness. He was so happy that he walked up to him and said:

"Don't hurt the harmony! Stop!"

Bo Langjun and Fang Zhuoyun stopped at the same time.

"The boy has met his father!"

Fang Zhuoyun bowed and bowed.

"well!"

Marquis Fang was excited and said two good words, then pulled his son's arm, looked at his face and looked again and again.

"How come my father has time to come here?"

Fang Zhuoyun's words were full of blame.

"It's all bad for the father!"

Mr. Fang apologized to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

"This one is..."

Fang Zhuoyun did not know the poor husband.

"He is the uncle of the dynasty! The emperor's biological uncle!"

Marquis Fang said to his son solemnly.

"I wonder what happened to my uncle in our mansion?"

A look of surprise appeared in Fang Zhuoyun's expression.

"The family member Wu Wei and your uncle died unexpectedly one after another, which made him feel uneasy! The uncle of the country was ordered to assist the court guards in investigating the case!"

There was a hint of worry in the eyes of Marquis Fang.

"Did my father think this matter is related to my son?"

Fang Zhuoyun's willow eyebrows were standing upside down, with anger in his eyes. He never expected that his father came because of suspicion!

"It was Bo who suspected that your condition had been cured, so your father came to visit him in person."

Bo Langjun's explanation made Fang Zhuoyun snort coldly.

"Since that's the case, the uncle of the country has seen me, but I still think that the death of the disciple Wu Wei and my uncle is related to me?"

Fang Zhuoyun gritted his teeth and said angrily.

"Where is the doctor who treats you with the disease?"

Bo Langjun ignored Fang Zhuoyun's attitude and continued to ask.

"He lives in Yunzhong Pavilion!"

When Fang Zhuoyun heard Bo Langjun mention Langjun Qu, his expression slowly returned to normal.

Wu Wei had a big argument with Doctor Qu a few days ago, which made Fang Zhuoyun, who was practicing in this water pavilion at that time, very unhappy.
To be continued...