For a moment, Jing Tianquan panicked and wanted to stand up, but he was beaten so badly yesterday that his whole body hurt when he moved violently.
"Master Priest, here you come, here you come -"
The butler rushed into the hall.
"Hurry - hush... um... carry me to the house." Jing Tianquan waved his hand anxiously.
Half of my face was swollen like a steamed bun. When I ate chicken, I had to tear it into pieces and slowly put it into my mouth. I couldn’t even speak clearly...
housekeeper:"……"
He's so exhausted that he can't even carry it!
"What are you doing standing around, hurry up." Jing Tianquan was so anxious.
"Master Priest... look at my body, don't let me fall for you." The butler said with a slight tremble.
Jing Tianquan glared and called out the hidden guard: "Hurry up and go back to your room."
The hidden guard was a young man in his twenties. It was still a bit difficult to carry a fat man like the high priest on his back, so he carried him with a sigh of fear.
The housekeeper wiped his sweat, he had never seen the high priest so careless about his manners.
After returning to the room, Jing Tianquan took off his coat, lay on the bed, pretending to be critically ill, and took a breath, feeling that something was not quite right.
"Lao Li, do you think I'm seriously ill?" He raised his head and asked uncertainly.
"It's not like that, you are seriously injured, priest," the steward said.
"Then do you think my face is swollen enough?"
"big enough!"
Just like white flour steamed buns!
"How about you swell this side of my face too."
Jing Tianquan wondered if the swelling on both sides was the same size, would it look worse?
"..."
The butler's little heart was trembling. He didn't know where the priest had been last night. When he came back with such an injury, he felt that something was wrong with him!
I don’t know who dares to slap the face of a country’s priest!
"Master Priest, please stop fussing. You heard that the ladies from the Yu family are here."
Jing Tianquan originally wanted to put something on his face, but when he heard the noise outside, he didn't think about anything at all. He leaned down and lay down, put his hands on his chest and closed his eyes.
The housekeeper looked at it for a while.
"Don't stand there stupidly, cry for me, let go and cry!" Jing Tianquan opened his eyes and closed them again.
"..."
The housekeeper is in a dilemma, what can he do? Cry!
Footsteps were heard outside the door. As soon as the housekeeper squeezed out a tear, the door to the room was pushed open.
Jing Fanzhi came in, followed by Yu Wushuang and Yu Yuanqi.
Jing Fan caught a glimpse of the old man lying well in the room, his eyebrows jumped, he really looked like that!
Yu Wushuang walked into the house in a few steps and panicked when she saw the person lying on the bed.
"Grandpa?" She walked to the bed and called softly.
Yu Yuanzhao also took a few steps forward. The priest's face looked as if it had been soaked in water.
At this time, he was lying on the bed silently, looking a little uncomfortable in his heart.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Yu Wushuang raised his hand to take the pulse of the high priest. The pulse was slightly chaotic, but his breath was still very stable, and he raised his hand to support his eyes.
As soon as her hand touched her eyes, her eyes tightened subconsciously...
Yu Wu put his hands on his hands, opened his eyes and took a look. He found nothing serious, just his pulse and this face——
"How did my grandpa get hurt?" she turned around and asked.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...the injury of the priest..." The housekeeper was immediately stopped by the question, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Jing Fanzhi.
Yu Wushuang followed his gaze and looked over.
Jing Fanzhi paused and said: "Cousin, you also know that the priest has a high position and is inevitably remembered by others. My grandpa was captured by gangsters yesterday. If I had been one step late, my grandpa's life would have been lost."