The Minister of Honglu Temple fell solidly outside his yamen.
The movement was so loud that everyone immediately looked over.
When the clerks were busy helping him up, Liu Jing still looked stunned.
"Master Liu?"
"Are you okay, Mr. Liu?"
Amidst the sounds of concern, Liu Jing came back to his senses.
It was time to go to the Yamen, and there were many officials walking on the street. Liu Jing hurriedly dusted off his clothes and held hands with everyone: "I am laughing, so you can laugh."
"Mr. Liu," someone said, "You weren't injured in the fall, were you?"
"Nothing, nothing," Liu Jing replied, "My clothes are thick in winter."
"It's better to be careful. If you fall and get hurt, you'll be in trouble."
Liu Jing thanked him repeatedly, but his expression showed a bit of worry.
"But are you worried about the young master's health?"
Liu Jing was worried that no one would respond. Suddenly he heard someone asking about it, and he quickly raised his eyes to follow the call.
There were several officials standing in that room, but I couldn't tell which one asked the question.
However, he fell down even though he was posing, and the gongs and drums were beating on the stage, so he had to continue singing.
As for whether the person co-starring with him is caring or arrogant, we don’t need to make a clear distinction for the time being.
It’s strange that no one is watching the tug of war between my family and Yunyang’s uncle’s house.
And he really needs people to watch the excitement.
Thinking in his mind, the worry on Liu Jing's face became a little more intense, and his eyelids were half-draped: "It's better because the water in the pool is frozen. It's better during the day, but the fever is severe in the middle of the night. Madam was so anxious all night because of this."
I haven't had a full night's sleep, and I'm afraid that my son will not get better, but my wife will fall ill..."
The wind chill can be severe or mild.
This is a fact.
Almost all of the people present were married, with sons and even grandchildren. Thinking of their own children being sick, they could also relate to Liu Jing's mood.
No matter what it is about love at first sight, Li Kui, Li Gui, retreat in order to advance, or whatever, after all, the child is sick, how can a father not worry about it?
Mr. Liu fell down in public because of his fatherly heart.
"I'll take a step first," Liu Jing saluted everyone again, "Colleagues, see you tomorrow."
After saying that, Liu Jing walked away.
Maybe I tore a muscle when I fell. I staggered in the first two steps. After adjusting, I stabilized my body and strode forward.
Liu Jing left, but the other officials had not dispersed.
Someone muttered first: "After all, he is a son..."
The voice was neither light nor heavy, but it elicited a laugh.
The laughter was obviously mocking, and it was not contained at all. Everyone heard it.
Everyone looked over and saw An Yibo's extremely fierce and stinky face.
"As expected, the son who is raised in front of you is your son, and the one who is given away is worthless." An Yibo said.
"Hey, uncle, you can't say that," someone sighed, "Isn't this person sick and in pain? The one who is not sick and in pain..."
"Oh?" An Yibo stared at his bell-like eyes, "What about when that person is sick or in pain?"
The tone was so unkind, and because it was so true, no one thought that An Yibo was looking for someone to quarrel with. Instead, they followed this sentence to recall what happened in the past few years.
At that time, the prince inspected Yumen Pass and returned to the capital on behalf of the emperor, and was escorted back by the Duke of Fu.
During the inspection, the army fought several times with the Xiliang people outside the pass, and achieved good results, and even won a big victory.
Everyone in the court was rejoicing, and many people followed the instructions and said some words that the Holy Father liked to hear.
"The prince is a lucky star."
"As soon as the prince arrives at Yumen Pass, the Xiliang army will no longer fight."
"When the prince gets a few years older and can sit at Yumen Pass, our army will be able to march forward bravely and kill Xiliang until Xiliang dares not invade for ten or twenty years."
The Holy Spirit was very happy after hearing this.
When the prince's ceremonial guard arrived in Beijing, people all over the city gathered on the street to watch the excitement.
The Holy Emperor personally climbed onto the Nangong Gate Tower, his face glowing with radiance, and hundreds of civil and military officials were listed on the square.
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince got off the carriage and saluted to the top of the city tower. Everything went smoothly, so smoothly that many people did not even remember why Duke Fu was not among the guards of honor.
The etiquette was complete, and amid the laughter and laughter, someone finally asked, "Where is the Duke of Fu?"
Duke Fu was seriously injured and could not even ride a horse. He lay in the car all the way back.
Everyone looked at each other.
When was it injured? How was it injured? Why was there not a word mentioned in the battle report sent back earlier?
This is the Duke!
On the same day, Duke Fu went to the Imperial Study Room, and after leaving the palace, he closed the door to recuperate.
Even if an elder like An Yibo came to visit, he would sit down and have a cup of tea before being sent away, without any answers to a bunch of questions he wanted to ask.
The emperor didn't mention it, the prince didn't mention it, and the auxiliary prince himself didn't say anything. Under such circumstances, other officials and soldiers who came back from Yumen Pass also kept their mouths shut.
It was mysterious, and there were a lot of guesses later.
Some say it was a battle injury, but the whole court cheered and embraced His Highness the Crown Prince. Duke Fu’s injury would tarnish His Highness’s reputation, so we simply didn’t mention it.
Others said that he accidentally fell off the horse, which was embarrassing, but of course he didn't mention it.
It was also said that Duke Fu himself disobeyed military orders and left Yumen Pass without authorization, even getting injured. He was treated so coldly to protect him. Fortunately, it did not lead to a big mistake, otherwise the Holy One would not be able to protect him even if he wanted to.<
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There are all kinds of rumors, some believe them and some don’t.
To this day, no one understands how Duke Fu was injured.
But they still remember Mr. Liu’s reaction at that time.
"Not in the ceremony? Could it be that it has caused trouble to His Highness the Crown Prince and made His Highness tired?"
"I asked him, but his mother went to see him, but it was no better than a closed door."
"I went too. I just sat in the flower hall and had tea. He didn't want to see me at all."
"With his temperament like this, he probably feels a little guilty, which is why he is so repulsive."
"If there is nothing wrong, how can he not open his mouth? As long as he is willing to say it, can my wife and I not believe him?"
"Fortunately, His Highness returned to Beijing safely and everything at the border is stable. He should be able to relax a little. Give him some time. When he passes the hurdle in his heart, he should be able to cheer up."
……
Are those words wrong?
It seems there is nothing wrong.
But if you compare it with today, it’s clear who you care about more and who you care about more.
"As a parent, who dares to say that his bowl of water is flat?" Someone smiled naively, "The Duke of Fu is the gourd himself, but the younger one explained the matter clearly to Mr. Liu..."<
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"If it's not fair, it won't be let go," An Yibo waved his hand and said, "You young people don't know how to be considerate of the elderly.
It's good to be young, but you can't imagine the pain of old age.
Only someone like me would know that Duke Fuguo hurt his leg and felt uncomfortable.
Let’s go, my cold legs can’t bear the weather, so I went home to warm myself by the fire.”
