Seeing that he had arranged everything, Jiang Chengjia opened her mouth and found that she could not find any fault, so she lowered her head. She looked depressed and sat in the seat with a depressed look, leaning against the husband without saying a word.

"What's wrong? Are you not satisfied with my arrangement with my uncle?" Ning Nanyou asked gently when he saw her face depressed.

Jiang Chengjia shook his head silently, took a deep breath and said, "No... you and your brother are very considerate."

He asked again: "Then why are you not happy?"

"How can I be happy? In the past, when my health was not bad enough to be at this level, I could still walk with you and share your worries. But now, I have lost my force and will never be able to touch martial arts again in the future... I can only stand behind and cannot rush to protect you. At this moment, you and your brother even need to make great efforts to arrange it and send me out of the right and wrong place to protect me. When I think about not being able to help you, I feel useless."

She spoke heartfelt words, lowered her eyes, full of loneliness.

Ning Nanyou was stunned at first, and felt a warm current surge in his heart, and then he felt guilty. The reason why her body became so weak now was all caused by him. But not only did not blame her, she also blamed herself for not being able to walk with him and help him.

He felt pity and felt guilty. He stretched out his arms, hugged her in his arms, and said softly: "Fool, as long as you are safe, it is the greatest support for me. I endured for half my life and finally met you, and I don't want any accidents. Aluo... In my heart, you have always been my spiritual support. In this world, as long as you are still here, I can continue to wait until the day of victory."

Jiang Chengjia closed her eyes and hugged him, and for some reason she suddenly felt extremely sad. At this moment, Ning Nanyou was thinking about the beautiful things of retiring to the mountains and forests with her in the future, but she didn't know the infinite panic and fear in her heart.

"Okay...I will wait with you." She replied sincerely and sincerely, she wet her eyes.

The two of them were together for a long time before they gradually separated.

"It's getting late. I can't stay here for a long time, I need to return to the Marquis' Mansion. Aluo, promised me that I will take good care of myself after half a year." Ning Nanyou gave me again.

He hurriedly got up, as if he had touched the wound, his face turned pale again, but he forced himself to prevent the people around him from discovering it.

Jiang Chengjia looked at him silently, suppressed his reluctance, and nodded solemnly: "Don't worry. I will wait for your news in Kuaiji."

After this, Ning Nanyou nodded, then quickly turned around, opened the door, and walked towards the courtyard corridor. After a while, he disappeared in the corridor. Jiang Chengjia crossed the threshold and chased him out, stopped in the yard, stared at the direction he left, stared deeply for a moment before quietly returning to the house.

At that time, Ning Nanyou staggered out of the high wall of Jiang Mansion, lying in a mess in the corner of the alley, gasping for breath. Lu Xun had been waiting behind for a long time, looking around at the people passing by. In a blink of an eye, he found that his lord was leaning against the blue brick and stone wall weakly. He was shocked, rushed over in a hurry, and called in a low voice: "Lord?!"

Ning Nanyou was so painful that his lips turned white, and his whole face was as pale as snow. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and said in a faint voice: "Chengzhong... take me to find Fu Chen."

Lu Xun hurriedly helped him up, and as soon as he approached, he smelled a strong smell of blood. He immediately knew that all the injuries on the Langjun's body had cracked.

"Lord, my subordinate said that. You have too much injuries on your body and can only be bedridden and you cannot get up at will or even climb over the wall. But you just don't listen... Even if you go to find Lord Fu, you may not be able to cover up the fact that the wound on your body is broken. Li must ask what's going on..." Lu Xun blamed him in a nagging manner, feeling distressed and helpless.

"Don't worry, I just need to tell Li that in order to hide my mother from letting her know that I was injured, I washed and cleaned the yard with her... I accidentally broke the wound and could hide it from Li... My mother's side, Li wouldn't really send someone to ask. It's probably okay." Ning Nanyou's eyebrows were tightly twisted together, and he clenched his fists in pain, intending to divert his attention.

Lu Xun helped him to his back, stood up and supported him, and ran towards the ox cart parked outside the alley.

Ning Nanyou was tortured by pain and gradually lost consciousness. He was at the mercy of Lu Xun. He even didn't know when he arrived at the teahouse where Fu Chen was. He saw the back of a young man in a vague way, carefully holding the medicine bowl and applying the wound to him.

After a period of drowsiness, he barely opened his eyes and looked at the person in front of him: "A Chen."

"Yeah." The young man responded, staring at the knife wound on his body with a serious expression.

Ning Nanyou felt uncomfortable all over and moved his arms slightly, trying to turn over. However, the young man suddenly hit his back and said angrily: "If you still want to go to Hongnong, just lie down for me!"

He was beaten and instantly, he was honest and lay on the couch without moving.

Fu Chen carefully treated his wounds. When he encountered a rotten place, he picked up the scalded knife and started directly without waiting for the person on the couch to react. Ning Nanyou took a breath and grabbed a corner of the quilt, his eyes dizzy because of pain.

The green lamp lit the candle, and the time it was swaying for an incense stick, slowly darkened. Fu Chen got up to clean up, wiped his hands, turned his head to walk towards the window, picked up the scissors elegantly, and cut off half of the candle heart.

Ning Nanyou struggled, slightly supported his body and asked, "When is it?"

The young man replied: "It's the second hour of You."

"It's so late?" Ning Nanyou's eyebrows jumped, and he immediately struggled to get up, wanting to stay.

The young man turned around and stared at him with a cold look, "Do you dare to try it?"

Fu Chen's face was gloomy and terrifying at this moment. Ning Nanyou had never seen him look like this before, and he couldn't help but trembled his shoulders and lay back on the bed obediently again.

Seeing that he had gotten back on the couch, Fu Chen's expression was slightly calmer and said slowly: "You don't have to hurry back to the house. Lu Xun went to find your wife. At this moment, she had already returned to the Marquis' Mansion and went to deal with Li."

"She goes back? How did Lu Xun do things? How could she go back?" Ning Nanyou's eyes widened and questioned: "In this way, Li must feel strange..."

"What's so strange?" Fu Chen retorted: "Mr. Jiang is still the real wife of the Marquis. The Marquis' Mansion is also her home. Isn't it natural for her to go back? Besides, you have become so virtuous. If she doesn't stand up at this time, will she watch your knife injury worsen further?"

Ning Nan was worried, afraid that Jiang Chengjia would be angry with Li in the Hou Mansion, and said anxiously: "A Chen. My wound... have you been treated? Let me go back? Li was tricky and disliked A Luo very much...I'm afraid that she would be wronged."

Fu Chen raised his eyes, glanced at him calmly, and said with a smile: "My lord. You underestimate your wife too much. She is as good as a man, even touched swords, guns, and horses, and even killed bandits in blood. The city was turmoil. Are you still afraid of the Li family? Don't worry, Ye Bai is staring at the mansion, and he will report any situation immediately."

Ning Nanyou was speechless by him, closed his eyes in disappointment and leaned on the inside of the bed to rest.

The rotten flesh on his wound had just been treated, and it was still hot at this moment. Fu Chen cut the window candle and walked to him and sat down. He said seriously: "After you fainted, Lu Chengzhong had quietly gone to Foyun Mountain and asked Ye Zhen, who was waiting there, to return to the Marquis' Mansion and told Li that Mrs. Cao found that there was a wound on you. He guessed that something big happened in the capital, so he left you to stay in Mu Xunxuan for one night and would return to the morning of tomorrow.

At this time, if your wife goes, Li will definitely take advantage of your absence... to find an opportunity to argue with her for a few words, and then she will not have the intention to look for someone to keep an eye on your traces and confirm whether you are really in Foyun Mountain."

Ning Nan asked, "Why...for what reason does she go back?"

Fu Chen did not answer immediately, but picked up the clean silk cloth placed beside him, wiped the blood from the wound, and took a moment to say: "She... took the contract letter of separation from the two palaces... and went to find you on the excuse to discuss the future. Li will definitely not stop him."

"What are you talking about?" Ning Nanyou asked repeatedly.

"The matter of separation between the two palaces..." Fu Chen replied unintentionally.

"Have she really written such a contract letter?" Ning Nanyou said with a laugh and crying: "I'm not afraid that Li will tell His Majesty or my father about this..."

Fu Chen was too lazy to raise his eyes, and replied without looking at it: "So what if Li told them? Do you keep Jiang Nu? Your Majesty and the Regent... don't you have the right to intervene?"

Ning Nanyou was speechless, smiled helplessly, shook his head and said, "Forget it. Since that's the case, I will rest for a night with you. Wait until I have enough energy and return to the house to deal with Li's family tomorrow."

Fu Chen nodded: "That's right. You can save the troubles in the mansion and leave them to Ms. Jiang to deal with... Have a good rest here."

Ning Nanyou lowered his head, buried his face on the soft pillow, and closed his eyes.

On the side, Fu Chen covered his back with a layer of gauze, and then specially put a few small bedding on it to cover it to avoid touching his wounds.

The house fell into silence.

After a while, Fu Chen suddenly asked, "By the way... When did the dart injury on your left leg and right side cause? Do you still remember?"

Ning Nanyou opened his eyes halfway, looked at him, and said strangely, "What's this?"

"You answer me first." Fu Chen moved forward and stared at him.

Ning Nanyou frowned, thought for a while, and replied: "This is in a deserted village outside the border town of northern China, caused by a young general under Qin Ye's hand flying into the head."

Fu Chen frowned and had a question. He continued, "Do you know...Who did Qin Ye use the knives he used?"

"Why are you..." Ning Nanyou was stunned, not sure what he meant to ask about the matter: "I haven't checked it. Is there any problem with this?"
Chapter completed!