During the journey, they naturally found a doctor to prescribe medicine for Fang Chengyin, but when changing the medicine, they asked the doctor to wait in the outer hall while Kong Wenjie went to change it. But now they have returned to the prefectural government. The government has no shortage of female doctors, so there is no need to ask Kong Wenjie to do it.
"Yes. I said something wrong." Kong Wenjie felt a little disappointed, but also a little relieved. He looked at the maid who came out to greet him. He paused, then whispered to Cheng Yin, "Then you should have a good rest. I will leave first."
Fang Chengyin was busy asking: "When will you come over again..."
"Miss! You are finally back! I was so scared!" The little maid ran over in a hurry while sobbing. She snatched Fang Chengyin from Kong Wenjie's hand and said with sobs, "Miss. You have suffered a lot. You have lost a lot of weight. Miss, just tell me what you want to eat!"
"I want to eat..." Fang Chengyin looked at Kong Wenjie's receding figure and murmured, "Pork bone soup."
"Okay then. I'll help you back first and tell the cook right away! Miss, please don't keep looking back. Please walk carefully and be careful with your step..." the maid said hurriedly, while carefully helping Fang Chengyin walk into the room.
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When Kong Wenmin returned to the courtyard, it was already past noon. Kong Wenjie was sitting on the doorstep in a daze. Seeing him coming, he hurriedly stood up and greeted him: "Brother, you're back."
"Yeah." Kong Wenmin nodded, with no expression on his face. He strode into the room, opened the box, took out a few clothes, and found the bag.
"Brother, where are you going?" Kong Wenjie could see that Kong Wenmin was going out again, and looking at the clothes he took, he was afraid that he might not come back for several days. Kong Wenjie was naturally a little worried. How could he leave just after coming back?
"Seeing that the Prince of Pingxi is about to return to the capital, Ningguta is probably not stable. Lord Fang is worried, so he asked me to go and protect the deposed prince personally," Kong Wenmin said concisely without even raising his head. While continuing to fold clothes, he added, "You stay at the mansion and guard it well. Ningguta may be in chaos."
"Brother, you stay." Kong Wenjie looked at Kong Wenmin with his head down and a strand of silver in his hair, feeling extremely uncomfortable. He reached out and pressed Kong Wenmin's hand, which was still folding clothes, and said, "Brother, let me go."
Kong Wenmin paused, then stood up, looked at Kong Wenjie solemnly, and then said slowly: "Just stay at home and be safe."
"Brother, just let me go!" Kong Wenjie said as he knelt down with a plop. His eyes were aching so much that he reached out and hugged Kong Wenmin's legs. He put his face on Kong Wenmin's legs. When he spoke again, his voice was already hoarse, "Brother, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Kong Wenmin looked at Kong Wenjie who was kneeling in front of him and sobbing, and felt very sad for a moment. He raised his head in a hurry, but finally held back his tears.
He stared at the reddish-brown beams. He remembered that in the past, the beams of his house were also made of jujube wood, also reddish-brown. At that time, they were all teenagers...
No, he was a teenager, and Wen Jie was still a kid with a little bun on his head.
At that time, their home was still there, and there was a place for them to shelter from the wind and rain.
Later, after his parents left, their home began to become unstable. Faced with his younger brother who cried for his mother all day long, he was forced to become the pillar of the family as an unmarried boy.
"Brother, what should we do in the future?" I remember that at that time, Wen Jie also hugged his legs and cried.
"Don't be afraid, your brother is here." He kept coaxing Wen Jie patiently, even though he was extremely scared and worried in his heart, but who made him a brother?
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Kong Wenmin placed his trembling hands on Kong Wenjie's shoulders and patted him twice: "Wenjie, I am your brother. You have never been sorry for me."
"Brother!" The next second, Kong Wenjie cried even harder. He had been able to hold back his tears at first, but this time his tears were so violent that it was frightening. For a man who hadn't shed tears for more than ten years, his cries were so rough and hoarse that they were creepy.
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On this day, Kong Wenjie went to Nanshan Villa.
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