Lonely non-good minister

Chapter 38

Song Yuan froze in place, she couldn't turn her neck, she couldn't lower her head, she could only look at Huo Ying in embarrassment, Wei Yan and the others were busy pushing the snow off her body, no one noticed See what's wrong with her.

Seeing Huo Ying's face gradually becoming puzzled, Song Yuan was embarrassed and wanted to find a place to hide: Is it such a coincidence, why is he so embarrassed every time I meet him?
"Did your neck hurt?" Huo Ying noticed something was wrong with her, squatted down and pinched the back of Song Yuan's neck directly: "Here, or here?"

The palm of his hand was very warm, and when rubbing it with his fingertips, he pressed the broken hair on the back of his neck, which was crisp and itchy. Song Yuan blushed suddenly, his lips moved and he couldn't answer a word.

"Kneading it feels better? Can't you move at all?" Huo Ying supported her head, trying to help her turn her head.

Song Yuan shivered in pain: "I can't, don't move."

Huo Ying had no choice but to give up, and said to the anxious Wei Yan: "It's an injury, just ask Qin Taiyi to have a look. Today is a single day, and he should not be on duty in the palace."

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Huo." Wei Yan and the others hurriedly helped Song Yuan up. With this movement, Song Yuan realized that his shoulders were in pain as well, and his hanging arms seemed to be lifting heavy objects, and he couldn't use his strength at all.

Her expression was painful, and Huo Ying, who was careful, noticed it immediately, and grabbed Wei Yan's hand: "Hold his arm."

Song Yuan felt better, and gave Huo Ying a grateful look before telling the guards: "I have to go to the banquet, so I can't waste time, and go directly to the doctor Qin's house."

Wei Yan was a little worried, and when he wanted to persuade her, Huo Ying said, "Master, are you going to the East Palace for a banquet?"

"Yes, Song Juan personally invited me, so I can't go if I don't go."

"The lower officials are going too."

Song Yuan was a little surprised, and then noticed that he was wearing neat plain clothes, as if he was going out for a banquet.

"If the young master is inconvenient, the lower officials can explain it for you, and the young master can just go back and rest." It was rare for him to be enthusiastic.

Song Yuan wanted to refuse, but when she was about to shake her head, the pain made her tremble all over, and she couldn't move her hands, so she had to endure the pain and said, "No, I have to go."

If she couldn't go because of the injury, it would only become a laughing stock if it spread to Donggong's ears, so she had to go.

She persisted so much, Wei Yan had no choice but to wait for her to sit down, Wei Yan hurriedly greeted Huo Ying, and immediately took Song Yuan to the doctor Qin's house.

The boss and Xiao Er next to him had already turned pale with fright, Song Yuan's clothes looked like an unusual son, and Huo Ying was still so polite to her, hurting her would be terrific.

"Lord Huo, please spare me." The boss hurriedly knelt down.

Huo Ying looked at them, then looked at the snow on the roof, and said: "Clean up the snow first, this young man didn't make trouble on the spot, and he won't trouble you later, just don't worry."

With his words, the boss breathed a sigh of relief, and sat down on the ground, waiting for the flying soul to float back.

"Sir, do you want to wait a little longer?" The following officials couldn't help asking, they had all encountered this matter, and it seemed that it would be unreasonable to ignore it.

Huo Ying waved his hand: "No, let's go."

He didn't want to have too much interaction with the palace, and he had other things to do when he went to the banquet today.

On the other hand, Song Yuan took the initiative to come to seek medical treatment. Doctor Qin, who was reading leisurely, came out immediately when he heard the news. After asking the reason clearly, he asked Song Yuan to sit down, explored carefully, and then set her bones first.

"Ah! It hurts, it hurts~" Song Yuan suspected that the old man was going to pull out her head, and with a 'click', her eyes went dark, and the soreness shot straight to the top of the sky. The pain made her mind go blank.

The old man's strength is not small~
"My lord was hit badly. You must rest for two days after you go back. You can't do it on horseback, and you have to be gentle when you get up." Imperial Physician Qin gave Wei Yan a jar of ointment: "Rub it on the back of your neck before going to bed."

Wei Yan agreed, looked at Song Yuan worriedly, and waited for her to recover before thanking Imperial Physician Qin and leaving.

When they arrived, the banquet had already begun. After Song Yuan got off the car, he endured the discomfort and shook his head. Just as he entered the door, Song Jun greeted him with a smile on his face: "Rare guest, I thought you wouldn't dare come."

"Cousin, what are you talking about? Could it be that your house is a tiger's lair and a wolf's lair?" Song Yuan stood with his hands behind his back. Although he was a bit disadvantaged in size, his momentum was not inferior: "It's just that it's hard to walk in the snow, it's a bit late, Cousin, don't mind."

Song Juan snorted coldly: "Of course not, please."

He led Song Yuan in, and as soon as he entered the room, the fragrance of makeup and powder filled the room, and Song Yuan took a closer look, almost thinking that he had come to the wrong place.

Isn't it appreciation of snow and writing poems?
A group of people are hiding in the house with the windows and doors closed, baking charcoal pots to enjoy the snow?Moreover, the visitors were all a group of young men and women, no matter how they looked, they seemed to be choosing husbands and sons-in-law for several princesses who had just entered the capital. The key seat was Princess Taiyuan who had kidnapped her before, and even the crown princess sat aside.

"Please." Song Jun smiled.

Song Yuan quickly glanced at the men present, and felt that he was simply out of place here, why would she join in the fun when they chose a husband-in-law?
If I had known, I might as well go home and sleep.

Lured by Song Jun to sit down, it happened to be next to Huo Ying, Song Yuan greeted him, Huo Ying just nodded slightly, as if he was not familiar with her, Song Yuan didn't care, Huo Ying Ying wanted to avoid suspicion, and she wanted to, so as not to be deliberately rumored that the palace and Huo Ying had a close relationship, which aroused Taikang Emperor's suspicion for no reason.

The princess did not focus on Song Yuan, but smiled and praised the other men who attended the banquet. Song Yuan looked at her with obvious sickness and haggard eyes. It must be because of the recent snow and cold weather that he was sick again. In this way, he came out to host the banquet, which should be related to Song Shu being publicly reprimanded by the prince in front of Emperor Taikang.

There are many men praised by the concubine in public, but Huo Ying is not the only one. This made Song Yuan curious. He glanced at Huo Ying, who looked normal, and asked in a low voice: "Among the attendees, Mr. Huo is the most handsome. Was it ignored?"

"How can a precarious chess piece gain a stable position in the royal family?" Huo Ying was very self-aware.

Song Yuan raised his eyebrows: "Master Huo's official position is precarious? You can't talk nonsense, the emperor still values ​​Lord Huo very much."

"The emperor's kindness is mighty, but it is inevitable that some people think so."

Song Yuan looked at the female relatives present. Although they were all his cousins, it was a pity that she was not familiar with her, but this did not affect her debt to Huo Ying: "Master Huo is very sorry, isn't it?"

Huo Ying: "?"

"It's rare to see Mrs. Huo dressed up beautifully, but the concubine didn't give him a chance at all. I really feel sorry for Mrs. Huo." Song Yuan's stomach was shaking: "How about I introduce Mrs. Huo?"

Huo Ying smiled, and readily agreed: "Okay, then there will be Mr. Lao."

"Princess Concubine." Song Yuan really spoke up, and stood up under the eyes of everyone: "Master Huo is in the year of blood, and he can't sleep alone. You have to mention him."

As soon as the words fell, the tea in Huo Ying's hand spilled all over the table. He looked up, his eyes were cold and murderous.

(End of this chapter)