Chapter 956

The hundred Li sect's law didn't decide whether or not. His cold eyes slowly retracted. He lowered his head and picked up the brush again. It seemed that he focused on copying scriptures.

He Fang put away the corner of his mouth and quietly went to the master's side and began to polish his ink. However, he was ridiculed in his heart. He felt that the emperor had suffered some hardships this time.

However, in the afternoon, He Fang was surprised to hear a word from Bai Li Zong Lv.

"Go to Houshan cottage first. Don't follow me for the time being."

"Master?"

He Fang had already packed everything on the table. He intended to follow Bai Li Zong Lu to Zhaitang, but when he heard this, he immediately widened his eyes and looked unbelievable.

Don't they all despise the emperor's eldest grandson when they agree? How can you let yourself have a look?

Is it to let oneself ridicule them face to face?!

He Fang was eager to try, but he couldn't understand the master's mind, so he asked.

"Why do you want me to go there?"

"After all, it's my uncle and nephew. Before he left, he asked me to take good care of Jing Qi. This time, he was frightened. I can't pretend to be deaf and dumb. Naturally, I want you to visit him."

"Well, I see."

From his master's indifferent tone and expressionless appearance, He Fang understood his master's real idea.

He said that when the ninth prince would care so much about the emperor's eldest son, it was because of the words left by the second son of Lin before he left.

However, this time he was ordered to visit was not really a visit. He didn't see his master's face was gloomy. He must have meant something!

Master, this is to sprinkle salt on some people's wounds!

He Fang, who was ordered to leave, had a good mind. He Fang, who was raised in the palace and followed the hundred Li sect's law in the killing field step by step, was different. He could not hide his disdain and contempt from the bottom of his heart.

He and Cao An brought the injured Feng Yi back to the thatched cottage. From noon until it was almost dark, they still didn't wait for the doctor that the prison monk said they wanted to find.

Fortunately, Feng Yi himself knew how to deal with the wound a little. Although he broke his finger, he stopped the bleeding and did nothing to his life.

But even so, looking at Feng Yi's pale face and fingers that were barely wrapped up by rags, the little monk's face became more and more ugly and gloomy.

"Come, come, master! Here comes the doctor

Cao An, who had been waiting anxiously at the door of the thatched cottage, was very happy. He pushed open the door and dragged in the doctor who came slowly behind him.

"Take care of him quickly!"

The little monk held back his anger and looked at the leisurely old man holding a shelf. He gave way to the position beside the bed and asked him to cure Feng Yi quickly.

Cao An is also a face of tension in Feng Yi's side, looking at the doctor's attitude is contemptuous at will to Feng Yi bandage opened some medicine, after so left, there is no meaning of life in mind.

"Master... Feng Yi..."

Cao An looks at the young monk and Feng Yi with two bags of herbal medicine in his face. How can he feel that the situation is very sad at the moment? Even though he has suffered such a heavy injury, he is being dealt with carelessly. What is the same as when the emperor's eldest grandson was still in the palace?

The emperor's eldest grandson, who was still in favor in those years, was just scratching his finger a little fart, which made the whole palace extremely busy for him.

Comparing the two, we can't help the three people's grief.