"How do you know?" Zuo Xiang looked at him coldly.
Ji Yuan twitched the corner of his mouth and was about to speak when he suddenly couldn't suppress the cough in his throat and made a series of suppressed coughs.
"Cough cough... cough cough..."
The left prime minister thought he was going to say something, but all he heard was a series of unpleasant coughs.
He was already in a irritable mood, and he was even more impatient with his hopeless son. He felt dizzy when he heard him cough.
"Okay, okay, you go back and take care of yourself. You don't have to worry about things outside. Don't come out and wander around!" The left minister waved his hand impatiently and scolded.
"Ahem, father..."
What else does Ji Yuan want to say?
But the left prime minister was impatient to listen, turned around and ordered: "Send the young master back!"
Ji Yuan is paralyzed and can only use a wheelchair. It is difficult for him to take care of himself.
A few vulgar guards came over and without saying a word, they directly picked up his wheelchair, took it outside the yard, and threw it on the ground.
Boom——
The heavy wooden wheelchair hit the ground and almost tilted.
Ji Yuan almost fell off the wheelchair.
At this time, there was a whoosh.
A small stone flew over from nowhere and hit him on the shoulder.
The right amount of force pushed him back, preventing him from falling to the ground.
Ji Yuan fluttered his eyelashes slightly, closed the blanket around him, and said nothing.
The guards didn't even look at him. They left him outside the yard and ignored him. They turned around and entered the front yard again.
Ji Yuan pursed his lips, stretched out his pale and thin hands, slowly turned the wooden wheel, and moved little by little towards his side courtyard.
The Prime Minister's Mansion is in chaos, and the guard maids are coming and going.
However, everyone seemed to not see him pushing the wheelchair with difficulty, so they turned a blind eye and walked straight past him.
Ji Yuan spent a lot of effort and finally returned to his yard, but he was trapped in front of a step at the entrance of the yard and could not go up.
"Tell me, are you asking for trouble?"
A romantic voice came from his courtyard, full of ridicule.
"I told you not to go, but you insist on going. What's wrong? Are you being driven back like a drowned dog?"
Ji Yuan raised his head, "Ajin?"
"My name is Nangong Jin, my young master's name is Nangong Jin, my name is Ajin, I am so ugly!"
Pushing open the old courtyard door with one hand, Nangong Jin, dressed in gold and red, holding a white jade folding fan, and wearing a red gold crown, who was as handsome as a peacock, walked out with a dark and handsome face. p>
The luxury and style that hit him made Ji Yuan, who was dressed in old cotton clothes, look much more shabby.
Ji Yuan laughed, "Did you throw that little stone just now?"
"No, it fell from the sky!"
"Thank you."
Ji Yuan thanked him gracefully.
Nangong Jin was so angry that she couldn't let go. She wanted to use the folding fan in her hand to open his head and see what he was thinking about all day long.
"Ji Yongfeng is annoying you to death. You still want to go to him to make people uncomfortable. Are you full?"
"I didn't go there just for him."
Ji Yuan said softly: "That Miss Yun who is collecting debts outside is the beauty you told me last time that she has a close relationship with Wentianlou?"
"So what?"
Nangong Jin glared at him, rolled up her sleeves depressedly, and moved the young master back to the yard.
While moving, he warned, "Don't try to trick her. This beauty has a master. Her husband and her son are very fierce. With your small body, it's not a problem to kill one of them with a slap."