Chapter 483 Zhao Houming's Misfortune
This thought became even clearer when Zhao Houming realized he was assigned to the bad-numbered class. Zhao Houming took a deep breath and told himself to stay calm and do well on the test.
Although Zhao Houming had studied abroad for a year, he was smart enough to follow the escort team the entire way. Although the conditions were difficult, they were not as harsh as this. The rest of the time, Zhao Houming was spoiled and had never experienced such an environment.
Before the exam started, people came to use the restroom nearby. Zhao Houming could only hold his breath and try to comfort himself that everything would be fine after the exam.
This wasn't the hardest part. The hardest part was eating every day. If Zhao Houming hadn't worried that he would starve to death during the next six days, he would never have eaten. Eating with this kind of smell and imagination was simply unbearable.
Fortunately, there was someone next door who shared the same suffering as him. Every time Zhao Houming saw the person next door with a look of despair on his face, he felt that he could still hold on.
After Zhao Houming finished his six-day exam, he staggered out, looking like he was about to faint from hunger. Fan Yong found him at the door first.
Fan Yong held Zhao Houming's arm steadily, frowning as he pushed aside the people who were crowding around. He thought to himself, why did he feel that this child had lost so much weight in just a few days?
Zhao Houming was startled when he saw someone holding his arm. He turned around and saw it was Fan Yong, and he was still surprised. "Father, is it you?"
Fan Yong looked around and saw that the area was almost packed with students. He shouted at the top of his voice, "Well, stop talking and let's go out first. Your mother is waiting outside! It's so crowded that the carriage can't get in. Can you handle it? Do you want me to carry you?"
"I can do it!" Zhao Houming, who has always been strong, would brag even if he couldn't stand steadily.
Fan Yong looked at Zhao Houming suspiciously, then finally grabbed Zhao Houming's arm and swung him beautifully, carrying him on his back. He didn't give the boy a chance to refuse. If he continued to dawdle, there would be more people outside, and their carriage would be unable to leave, which would be very troublesome.
Zhao Houming was completely confused by Fan Yong's series of actions. When he reacted, he was already on Fan Yong's back. Zhao Houming just blushed and happily accepted it.
At this time, Zhao Houming had only one thought on Fan Yong's back. Although Fan Houyang's vision in finding a wife was not very good, his vision in finding a father was quite good. This father was very good in every aspect, especially to the three brothers. There was nothing to pick.
At this moment, Zhao Houming felt that he really had a father.
Zhao Houming whispered softly on Fan Yong's back, "Thank you, Dad!"
Although the voice was low, Fan Yong still heard it. He was very happy. Who doesn't want their hard work to be rewarded? He was not a saint, so he felt quite accomplished that Zhao Houming could call him dad.
His son has now taken the imperial examination and is a capable and filial son.
Fan Yong carried Zhao Houming on his back, and several servants around him cleared the way for them as they quickly walked out. Fan Yong also took the time to instruct him, "Good son, get some sleep first. When we get to the Princess's Mansion, Dad will call you."
Because Fan Yong and his group moved quickly, they soon arrived at the outer princess's carriage. Zhao Lingmeng heard the sound and immediately lifted the curtain of the carriage and walked out.
As soon as Zhao Lingmeng came out, she saw her own Master Fan carrying Zhao Houming on his back. She quickly stepped forward to lend a hand and asked nervously, "What happened to Ming'er?"
"It's okay, don't worry, he just fell asleep." Fan Yong cooperated to put Zhao Houming down and comforted his prince.
After Zhao Houming was laid down in the carriage, Doctor Feng came forward to take his pulse.
Zhao Ling dreamed that Doctor Feng's face was no longer serious, and he felt relieved. He even felt like taking out a handkerchief and personally wiping the prince consort's sweat.
Zhao Lingmeng wiped the sweat off the prince consort's face while scolding him, "Ming'er is already so old, how can it be your turn to carry him? Don't you care how old you are? You don't take it seriously at all, there are so many servants!"
"It's okay, the kid isn't seriously injured. It's just that there are so many people inside and it's so crowded and hot." Fan Yong felt that he was only in his thirties and still in the prime of life! How could he think that he should retire in the eyes of His Highness?
Zhao Lingmeng was genuinely worried about Fan Yong's health. He'd been a secret guard for years, and had suffered countless injuries. If he didn't pay attention now while he was young, he might end up losing his lifespan when he got older.
Now that they are married, Zhao Lingmeng definitely still wants to grow old with Fan Yong.
Seeing His Highness glaring at him, Fan Yong could only yield and say, "I will obey Your Highness."
Zhao Lingmeng nodded in satisfaction, wiped the sweat off Fan Yong's face carefully, and then turned to ask Doctor Feng to take his pulse.
However, before Zhao Lingmeng had examined him for long, Imperial Physician Feng had already finished and replied with a smile, "Your Highness, don't worry. Second Young Master Zhao is fine. He just hasn't been eating or sleeping well these past few days. He's feeling sleepy and hungry now. Go back, eat something good, and sleep until you wake up naturally."
"That's good, that's good. I'll trouble you, Doctor Feng. I'll send someone to escort you back to the palace." Zhao Lingmeng's joy was reflected in the silver. She asked Qiuyue to hand Doctor Feng a large purse filled with pre-packed banknotes.
Doctor Feng held up his purse, bowed solemnly to Zhao Lingmeng and Fan Yong, and happily returned with his medicine box. This trip was truly worth it. Who doesn't like money?
Zhao Ling dreamed that Doctor Feng had left, so he quickly ordered, "Let's go! Let's go back quickly."
This time, Zhao Lingmeng and his companions brought enough people to lead the way. In addition, their carriage was parked relatively far out, so they quickly left this crowded place.
Zhao Lingmeng looked at the lying Zhao Houming, very puzzled. "You said that when this child went in, I brought him a lot of food. Why don't you think he eats? Is this problem too difficult?"
Fan Yong thought about it. He had a general understanding of Zhao Houming's knowledge, so it shouldn't be like this. There was only one possibility. "Your Highness, have you ever considered that this kid doesn't want to eat?"
"Why?" Zhao Lingmeng really didn't understand. After all, she had never taken the imperial examination, and the examination environments in her previous life were quite good.
Fan Yong pondered for a moment and offered his guess: "It's like being assigned next to the stinky one."
"Stinky number, is it what I imagined?" Zhao Lingmeng looked at Fan Yong without blinking.
Fan Yong saw a great deal of gloating in His Highness's eyes. He nodded dotingly, "If Your Highness is not mistaken, that is what Your Highness imagined."
"Hahahaha, this kid can also have this day." Zhao Ling dreamed of that scene and couldn't stop laughing.
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