Time is slow

   Chapter 668 Incomprehensible style

   Shao Jingyuan's resentment towards the Marquis of Jing'an has risen to the extreme.

   He couldn't figure it out, his father was reluctant to do it well, but he had to risk the whole family's brains to raise an orphan of a chaotic minister and thief.

   He couldn't figure it out even more. He was clearly the heir, the one who inherited the Marquis of Jing'an, but when disaster struck, his father kept the third brother.

  Since the father doesn't care about the inheritance of the Hou residence, and he doesn't care about his eldest son, what else should he care about, anyway, he will be beheaded.

  Jing'an Hou's coughing has not stopped, in this dark and cold cell, there is a frightening feeling.

   Across the iron fence, Qiao Zhao couldn't do anything, so he took out a small porcelain bottle from his purse and handed it over: "Master Hou, take one."

   Jinlinwei, who was standing in the distance, wanted to stop it, but he hesitated and didn't make a sound.

  Jing'an Hou took the porcelain bottle and coughed, "Son, what are you doing here? This is not the place you should come."

   Qiao Zhao curtseyed: "I came to see you, I should have come earlier."

   "How is Mingyuan?" The Hou Jingan knew that Qiao Zhao had gone to see Shao Mingyuan first, and couldn't wait to ask.

   "He's all right, don't worry."

  Jing'an Hou looked at Qiao Zhao carefully, saw her smile lightly and her expression calm, and he was a little relieved: "That's good, I'm most worried about those people torturing him..."

   "Tingquan is also very worried about you, so you must take good care of your health."

   "Oh, what's the use of worrying? It's not his fault that we became like this!" Shao Jingyuan, who was sitting in the corner, had a gloomy voice, full of unwillingness.

  Qiao Zhao looked at Shao Jingyuan with mockery and pity.

   After being a noble and noble son for more than 20 years, he was once reduced to a prisoner, and even the slightest bit of tolerance was lost due to the imbalance of his mentality. Even if such a person inherits the Marquis of Jing'an Mansion, he is destined to not go far.

  The Marquis of Jing An was disappointed and heartbroken, but said nothing.

   For this son, he was disappointed with his performance, but he was also guilty.

   He is indeed not a good father.

Qiao Zhao naturally had nothing to say to Shao Jingyuan. After letting him sarcasm a few words and found it boring to shut up, he softly comforted the Marquis of Jing An: "There is no way to go beyond the sky, I believe that Tingquan will be fine. You just need to relax and keep it safe. The body, for him, is the greatest relief..."

  Jing'an Hou nodded again and again: "You told Ming Yuan not to worry, my old bones are still tough, and I will be fine. Child, go back quickly, it's too cold here, it's not a place you should stay for a long time."

   "Then take care of you." Qiao Zhao was blessed and urged, "Take one pill in the porcelain bottle every day before going to bed to protect against cold evil."

After Qiao Zhao left with Jinlinwei, the Marquis of Jingan walked up to Shao Jingyuan and sat down, sighing: "Jingyuan, you are the prince of the Marquis of Jing'an, show me some of the backbone in front of others. !"

   Born in the inner house, raised in the hands of a woman, the eldest son has become what he is today, and he should bear the greatest responsibility as a father.

   This is the price he has to bear for years of fighting.

"Father, do you still think I've lost your face?" Shao Jingyuan was full of resentment, "Have you ever thought about my feelings? Over the years, I've been held down by Shao Mingyuan everywhere, obviously I'm the eldest son. But those people did not shy away from talking about how good he was in front of me. Who cared about my mood? At that time, I thought, he is my brother, who gave me such a capable brother? But All of a sudden he's your outsider, so what are the pressures I've been under since I was a kid?"

The more Shao Jingyuan said, the more excited he became: "In the end, the more absurd thing is yet to come. After he turned out to be a scoundrel and a thief, for him, you have put the entire Houfu into it. Then father, I want to ask you, in your heart you put me in the house. What is it? Anything that can be discarded?"

  Jing'an Hou smiled bitterly: "The elders are orderly, you have always been the prince of the Hou residence."

   "Then why is the disaster imminent, you quietly sent the third brother away, but you didn't reveal a word to me?" Shao Jingyuan's heart froze at the thought of Jing'an Hou's partiality.

  Jing'an Hou watched Shao Jingyuan silently for a long time before sighing: "Because you are the prince, the glory you have always been, the responsibility you have."

  Jing An Hou covered his mouth and coughed.

   Shao Jingyuan's eyes flashed and he fell into thought.

  The cluster of cannas in Li Jiao's courtyard of Prince Rui's mansion pulled out new green, Prince Rui suppressed his excitement and walked in quickly.

  Li Jiao was sitting outside under a tree doing embroidery.

   "What is Jiao Niang embroidering?"

  Li Jiao showed the embroidered bandage to Prince Rui: "I'm going to embroider some handkerchiefs for you."

  King Rui glanced at the tall and straight bamboos on the embroidered cloth, and nodded, "I didn't expect that Jiao Niang still has a good hand, but she hurt her eyes carefully, and there is a sewing room."

  Li Jiao pursed his lips and said, "After all, it's for the prince's personal use."

   Prince Rui didn't have much interest in this topic. He smiled casually, and then said with implied excitement: "King Gong just woke up."

   "Uh, how is Prince Gong?" Li Jiao held his breath secretly and asked along the lines of Prince Rui.

  Is this the case with men? If you like someone, no matter what that person does, it's good; if you don't care about a person, you won't be moved by whatever that person does.

   She lowered her eyes and looked at the tender white fingers full of needle eyes, almost vomiting blood.

   Baibai poked his finger into a hornet's nest with a needle, but the prince didn't even take a second look!

  Prince Rui didn't know Li Jiao's bleeding mood at the moment, so he said to himself, "Prince Gong seems to be much stronger, and he took the initiative to let someone bring the food. Jiao Niang, thanks to your recommendation this time."

   He said and took Li Jiao's hand and shook it lightly.

  Li Jiao hurriedly turned his palms up, put his fingers together and smiled: "It's what a concubine should do to relieve the prince's worries."

   Now, should the lord see her scarred fingers?

Prince Rui laughed, let go of Li Jiao's hand and patted her arm: "Niang Jiao is indeed a flower of interpretation. I don't think the three girls have any prejudice against you as you said, so you shouldn't invite her. here it comes."

  Li Jiao: "..." Do you want her to poke her finger into the prince's eye?

   "In the future, Jiao Niang will often invite the three girls to play. After all, they are sisters, so it's not good to be estranged."

   It seems that Miss Li San's medical skills have been passed down by Li Shenyi. Now that Li Shenyi is not there, if there is any problem with his health, he might still have to rely on Li San girl.

  Li Jiao didn't know Prince Rui's thoughts, and his heart tightened when he heard this.

   Lord, what does this mean? Did you fall in love with Li San?

   "Now that the champion is in prison, the concubine feels that it is not appropriate to often invite the third sister to come to the house, for fear of causing trouble for the prince..."

   Prince Rui smiled: "You are sisters, what's wrong with walking closer? Although the champion is in prison, what does it have to do with her female relative who hasn't been there yet? Besides—"

   Furthermore, if the champion Hou Ruozhen was convicted, he was less guilty than a weak woman who had never been through the door. If nothing happened in the end, he would definitely feel that Prince Rui's mansion was benevolent and righteous.

   (end of this chapter)