Two more coughs sounded in Song Yuan's room, and blood splashed on the ground. Song Yuan, who had a pale complexion, fell back to lying on the bed, and his chest was fluctuating violently.

"It's a big deal."

He cursed, raised his left arm, wrapped a circle of white cloth with bloody powder oozing out of it, and a piece of flesh was cut off from his arm by Duan Shan.

"Is my arm useless?"

If it is useless, how could it be lifted up? It is still waving in front of you, and the subordinates around you are busy speaking.

"No, don't worry, sir."

"Mr. Duan moves quickly."

Speaking of Lord Duan, Song Yuan shouted again: "Where is Duan Shan?"

Yi followed him forward and said, "Mr. Duan believes that he is guilty and is kneeling in the yard at this time."

As a confidant of Song and Yuan dynasties, if Song and Yuan dynasties had not believed him, Song and Yuan would never have let Zhong Shisan come to him.

Song Yuan said angrily: "What can you do when you kneel down? Don't you get in for me."

Not afraid of Song Yuan getting angry, but afraid of Song Yuan being kind. People around him breathed a sigh of relief and soon spread Duan Shan in. After Duan Shan came in, he did not cry and blame himself. Being able to be heard in showed that Song Yuan trusted him, and repaying trust was better to do things. So he said: "It's a fake Zhong Shisan. It has been found that the real Zhong Shisan died of illness in Quanzhou three years ago."

Song Yuan struggled to sit up, his face turned pale and blue, and said, "So they are the people of the Five Pest Army, right?"

Duan Shan said: "I don't know, this person left no clues."

Song Yuanqi slammed the medicine bowl in front of him: "Hang the body of this... unknown person to me at the city gate. If anyone can provide clues and sign the reward, he will be rewarded with tens of thousands of taels."

Duan Shan lowered his head and walked away quickly.

The followers came forward again and said, "Mr. Qin Tan has learned about this... ordered someone to investigate it carefully..." "It is said that this is a conspiracy against Lord Song, and it has been planned for a long time." "...Let your care, you can recover from your wounds." Some people kept reporting to anyone outside to visit... Of course, Song Yuan did not see any of them at this time, and these people did not expect to see each other. They left the gifts and left. Only the Empress Dowager's people were invited in, and asked and answered in detail. After a noise, the night fell, and only the doctors were left in the room.

Song Yuan lay down with a little tiredness, watching the doctors discussing the prescription in a low voice, and suddenly called Doctor Yang.

The four or five doctors gathered together were busy looking around. The old man standing in an inconspicuous corner was turned around and walked forward quickly.

The bright lights in front of the Song and Yuan beds illuminate his description, which was Yang Jingchang.

Song Yuan said: "Will it work if I take Qingmo Pills for this injury?"

Yang Jingchang said: "It works. I have prepared it to replenish qi... Fortunately, the man didn't bite his neck, and there was a layer of cloth and his arms were also separated. Lord Duan started his move quickly, but his arms still left sequelae, and it hurts if it is inconvenient to move.

Song Yuan was probably tired, his previous depression dissipated, his expression calmly said, "These are all trivial matters, so what if you lack an arm." He was still an indispensable loyal subordinate of Duke Tan of Qin.

Yang Jingchang lowered his head and responded. Seeing that Song Yuan was getting tired, he dismissed and came to the next room with the other doctors.

The other doctors nodded to him, showing kindness and it was hard to hide their envy... Yang Jingchang was not very clever in the Imperial Hospital with a lot of talents, but with the favor of the Song and Yuan dynasties, the Qingmo Pills were extremely effective in nourishing the body and replenishing qi. There were not many other diseases among the high-ranking officials and nobles in the capital, and most of them were the lack of aura of wealth and nobles, and they were needed. It is conceivable that Yang Jingchang will inevitably become more and more popular.

The doctors were talking in a low voice. Suddenly there was a noise outside. Not many people could cause noise in the Song house. Queen Mother Qin Tan had already sent people to come here. There was no one in the capital and the others who wanted to come to the Song house... Who was it?

Someone followed him quickly and said, "Sir, the lady and the young master are back."

Miss, Young Master? Yang Jingchang thought that Song Yuan had a son and a daughter, but he had never seen him before. Occasionally, he heard the doctors talk about Mrs. Song’s illness in private. When he learned that Mrs. Song was in poor health, he kept resting in a different courtyard. His daughter and son were by his side and rarely came back to the capital.

Perhaps someone was surprised that Song Yuan did not dare to leave the capital, so how dare he let his wife and children beside him? That was because the villa was not an ordinary villa, but a royal garden, which was given to Mrs. Song for care for her. The Queen Mother and His Majesty would occasionally go there, so the guards there were tighter and safer than Song's house.

When he heard this, Song Yuan suddenly jumped out of bed with exhausted lying down and closed his eyes.

"Who told them? Who asked them to come back?...Who escorted them?...so late...this time..."

Anxious, worried, angry, afraid, anxious, uncoherent, and incoherent, the person has walked out before a word, as if it was not him who was hurt, but his own children.

Yang Jingchang was a little stunned. A doctor was already in his ear and said in a low voice: "Mr. Song loves his wife and children very much..."

Yang Jingchang also saw this. Song and Yuan dynasties are now in power, but they only have a monogamous wife in their family. There are neither beautiful concubines nor pretty maids in the house. People are so multifaceted. No matter how cruel and shameless a person is, they have a gentle side.

Thoughts flashed outside and a female voice rang out.

"father..."

The voice is soft, and you should be thirteen or fourteen years old when you hear it.

Yang Jingchang couldn't help looking through the crack in the window. A girl appeared in the yard, and it looked like a ray of light in the dizzy night.

She wrapped in a plain white cloak, walked quickly and flew like a cloud, holding a chubby boy in her hand.

The Song and Yuan dynasties had already stepped forward, and the girl also came forward, her voice rising.

"father!"

The delicate voice suddenly became a little angry.

Song Yuan's feet immediately shrank back: "I'm fine...I'm fine...I'm fine...I'm not anxious...I'll lie down now..."

The servants buckled the door curtains, and the girl followed in with the boy in her hand.

As a lady from a family, Yang Jingchang did not see the girl's appearance clearly, and her hood always blocked her head, but it was hard to hide her charm in just one move.

Some of his followers were called in and told the story of the girl's occasional inquiry. Soon after, they called the doctor, probably to ask about the injury... It was not the turn of Yang Jingchang to go, and the supervisor doctor went to reply.

The room over there kept talking, with the soft questioning of girls, the occasional rebuttal of Song Yuan, and the vague murmurs of boys, noisy and chaotic but not restless and trembling, and the warmth of family gathering.

As the night was a little deeper, Yang Jingchang left Song's house. He did not need to accompany him here. He sat in the carriage provided by Song's house and walked unimpededly on the streets of Beijing, which were curfewed due to the assassination incident, and soon arrived at a courtyard.

He thanked the coachman and handed him a piece of silver as a thank-you gift. When the carriage left the door, Yang Jingchang knocked on the door.

The door opened in response to the sound, and it was obvious that someone had been guarding the door.

"Master..." A low female voice sounded with anxiety and concern, and a lantern illuminated the door.

Yang Jingchang looked at the girl who was dimly shining under the lamp and nodded with a smile: "It's okay, go in."

The girl responded by saying that she was sideways. After Yang Jingchang went in, she closed the door with one hand and used the lantern to pluck the dark lock on the door. The light shone her raised and exposed face, which was exactly the cicada-like.

The cold wind blew and the lanterns shaking. She shook her chills, put down the lanterns, and the person was also hidden in the darkness. It seemed that she was slightly ecstatic when she looked at the night. Yang Jingchang's voice came from the yard: "Citizen."

She quickly responded, and with a click, the door closed and covered her figure.
Chapter completed!