Chapter 415: Jing Mingmei sends care

Ying Zhilin looked up at him, his facial features becoming more profound under the light, and his eyes seemed to be able to attract people.

Wen Yan sat behind him and saw a large bruise on his back.

How painful this must be!

Ying Zhilin never said a word.

"Apply some medicine to relieve the pain first. Be sure to see a doctor tomorrow. If the bones are injured, it will cause serious harm." Wen Yan took out the ointment and applied it to him while giving him instructions.

Ying Zhilin nodded: "I'll listen to you."

Wen Yan stopped talking and applied medicine to him carefully.

"Squeak..." Ying Zhilin suddenly inhaled, and his back trembled slightly.

"Did it hurt you?" Wen Yan asked.

Ying Zhilin didn't bite the back of his hand. He turned around and nodded slowly.

He said in a muffled voice, "Can you blow it for me?"

Wen Yan: “Ah?!”

The male demon is out to seduce people again, and Wen Yan is almost unable to control herself.

Ying Zhilin: "My mother used to..."

"Okay, I'll blow you, don't say anything." Wen Yan couldn't stand his coquettishness, so she agreed before he finished speaking.

Ying Zhilin had no choice but to swallow the rest of the sentence, "I will blow on it when applying medicine to my father!"

Wen Yan exhaled gently while applying the medicine.

Slender and soft fingers applied the cold medicine to the wound, and gentle heat swept over the burning area.

For a moment, it was known that Lin Bing and Lin Huo were both in different worlds.

It was as if she was kissing his back.

Ying Zhilin clenched his fists to restrain himself from doing anything strange.

He suddenly regretted it.

If you want to get close to her, you shouldn't use this method.

This is simply torture.

Fortunately, Wen Yan finished quickly.

She pulled his clothes in place and helped him sit on the bed: "You should get some rest early."

Ying Zhilin grabbed her hand and didn't let her go: "I'm in pain, can you stay with me?"

Wen Yan: “…”

Ying Zhilin made a pitiful concession: "Can't you at least wait until I fall asleep before leaving?"

Wen Yan sighed: "Okay then."

She tucked in the quilt for him and leaned back on the pillow with his clothes on.

He held one of his hands and patted his shoulder with the other to lull him to sleep.

Ying Zhilin lay on his side, arched towards her, and nestled in her arms.

He whispered, "Do you have any suspicions about the people who attacked us tonight?"

"Besides Huo Yaoxing, I can't think of a second candidate. No one else is so crazy as to dare to be chosen to assassinate Huiyuan."

Even if there are despicable people, they will only use some sinister means that cannot be seen.

Huo Yaoxing probably felt that he held the script of rebirth in his hands and everything was under control.

He had lived for several decades longer in his previous life and was used to being superior, so he did not care about anything else.

"I also think it was them, but unfortunately we didn't capture the hostages and have no evidence to accuse him." Ying Zhilin said.

Wen Yan waved her hand: "When dealing with ordinary people, we only need to rely on evidence. When dealing with evil people like Huo Yaoxing, the best way is to fight evil with evil."

"What do you want to do?"

Wen Yan said indifferently: "Let's wait and see."

The effects of those spices are only half realized.

"Do you have other arrangements? Then I'll listen to you." Ying Zhilin said obediently.

"Go to sleep." Wen Yan patted him.

Ying Zhilin suddenly said, "By the way, I went directly to the party today. How is the good news from the government going?"

"I asked Aunt Shuang to take your household registration card and take care of it. You can trust Aunt Shuang to do her job."

Wen Yan covered his eyes with her hands: "Okay, stop talking and go to sleep."

Ying Zhilin smelled the reassuring fragrance on her body and said coquettishly, "My back hurts, I can't sleep."

"Then I'll sing a nursery rhyme for you." Wen Yan thought about it and sang it familiarly, "A small boat is floating..."

Wen Yan's voice was gentle and the melody was soothing. After just a moment, Ying Zhilin felt relaxed physically and mentally and began to feel sleepy.

He asked vaguely, "You sing nursery rhymes very well. Did you often put others to sleep in the past?"

Putting someone else to sleep?

really!

In her previous life, she was in charge of the general affairs of the Marquis' Mansion, doing business, and taking care of children at the same time.

The child looks like her, and Huo Yaoxing never cares about the child.

She almost raised the child single-handedly, and she learned how to sing nursery rhymes to put the child to sleep during that period.

Thinking of the child who died young, Wen Yan felt a surge of pain in her heart.

I failed to protect him in my previous life and let him grow up; I can't bring him into this world in this life.

She could only pray silently in her heart that he would be reborn into a good family in this life.

Ying Zhilin sensed her sadness: "What's wrong with you? Did I ask something I shouldn't have asked and bring up your sad memories?"

"It's none of your business, go to sleep." Wen Yan patted him gently.

Ying Zhilin stopped teasing her and went to sleep seriously.

Imperial Palace.

Inside the Qinzheng Hall.

The young leader Yuan was leaning in his chair, neither standing nor sitting properly, holding a plate of snacks in his arms.

He ate snacks while crossing his legs.

The emperor glared at him with disdain: "Eat, eat, eat, all you do is eat. You don't even know how to share my burden."

As he said that, he threw a stack of papers into the arms of the young leader Yuan: "Look at this!"

Leader Yuan flipped through the paper.

He was stunned for a moment, then showed an expression of understanding: No wonder that little girl Wen Yan insisted on publicizing these articles.

It turns out that he was waiting to trick Huo Yaoxing!

However, why are the two articles written exactly the same?

He assigned people to monitor the entire examination process, so there should be no possibility of leaking the questions.

So what's the story behind these two articles?

The young leader Yuan was puzzled and put it aside for the time being.

"I remember that the boy named Qi lived in your house?"

"Don't worry, old man. I swear on my... I swear on my leg hair that Brother Qi's talent and character are absolutely fine.

If I lie, I'll have all my leg hair fall out."

The emperor cried out "Ouch" and covered his face.

His eyes hurt if he looked at it for one more second.

"I assure you, the person in question is definitely Huo Yaoxing." The young leader rolled up the article, stuffed it into his arms, stretched lazily, and said lazily, "Let's go. I'm going back to sleep. Running around all day is exhausting."

He wanted to show the article to Qi Yunzhou.

Huo Yaoxing still doesn't know that his story has spread quietly.

He was already fast asleep in the ancestral hall.

However, Marquis Jinping almost fainted from anger several times.

I stayed in the study alone and sulked.

'Knock knock knock'.

There was a sudden knock on the door.

"Get out! Don't bother me." Marquis Jin Ping smashed a teacup against the door, and it fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Instead of being frightened and leaving, the person outside the door pushed the door open.

"My Lord, anger is harmful to your health. You must take care of your health." Jing Mingmei walked in holding a cup of ginseng tea.

Marquis Jinping glanced at her sideways: "Why is it you?"

"Why can't it be me?" Jing Mingmei put the ginseng tea on the desk, "We have been married for twenty years. Even if we don't have a lingering love, we still have family affection. Can't I give you a little care?

What's more, we have two lovely children, right?

The children and I live under your protection. Only when you are well can we live freely in this mansion."