The concubine of the famous family is very evil.

Chapter 17

Liu was so angry that she stomped her feet and wanted to follow, just in time to talk to the prince, and let the prince see with his own eyes how arrogant this paralytic is.

The concubine didn't bother to care about her, anyway, Ting'er didn't do this once or twice, she was used to it.

The 40-something-year-old prince is handsome and elegant, with a pair of phoenix eyes similar to Leng Huating's, warm and deep. He is checking official documents in the study.

Seeing Leng Huating coming in in a wheelchair, he was a little surprised, and then walked out from behind the desk, "Ting'er, why did you think of going to see your father today?" There was a bit of flattering taste in his tone.

Leng Huating lazily looked at his father, with a childlike look in his clear and pure eyes, he took out a roll of white paper from his arms, and handed it to his father like a treasure.

The prince happily took it and asked, "What is it? A poem written by Ting'er?"

It has been a long time since Ting'er has shown his poems to himself. Ting'er is quick-witted and extremely intelligent. He has been familiar with various schools of thought since he was a child. I had already decided to give it to Ting'er, but who knew that a serious illness would take away Ting'er's health. Not only could his legs be unable to walk, but his mind also went from bad to good, and he still looked like a 12-year-old child. Not growing up, the prince is heartbroken and very guilty. Prince Jane is a hereditary title and one of the few prostitutes in the Dajin Dynasty. The royal family does not allow the majestic Prince Jane's son to be a disabled person. Therefore, the lord had no choice but to transfer the position of son to his eldest son, Hua Tang, when he couldn't heal Ting'er's legs after searching for famous doctors.

But the lord has since felt that he owes Ting'er, Ting'er is his own son, not to mention the child of himself and Wan'er.

"I greet the prince." When the concubine came in, she saw the prince spreading out the little poem written by Jinniang.

Hearing this, the prince put down the paper scroll in his hand, and helped the princess up himself: "Wan'er, don't be too polite, can you go to Sun Xiang's mansion today?"

The concubine smiled sweetly, pointed to the scroll on the table and said, "See, it's what the child wrote on the table."

"Oh, I know poetry, I want to read it." The prince was a little surprised, and turned around to read it.

"My lord, you have to be the master of my concubine, my lord." Liu held the back of her head and walked towards the lord, crying.

The prince was stunned, and looked up at her. Mrs. Liu was crying like pear blossoms with rain, her delicate and charming face was full of grievances.

"What's the matter?" The prince frowned.

"My lord, Ting'er won't do well if he doesn't teach me any more. He even hit my concubine with an inkstone. Look, it's bleeding." Liu Shi said twisting her body, lowering her head to show the wound to the lord.

The prince was also taken aback when he saw it, there was really a gash, and it was bleeding, so he couldn't help but sullen, "Nonsense, since it's bleeding, why don't you call the imperial doctor."

Seeing that Qing Hong, Liu's maid, followed with a food box, she couldn't help scolding: "What are you doing so stupidly, help your aunt back to the house quickly, and bandage up quickly." Then she said to Liu sympathetically : "It's very painful. I'll bandage it well in a while and take some medicine. Don't go out and walk around for the next two days. Just rest in the courtyard."

The prince's tone was caring and gentle, but he didn't blame Huating from the beginning to the end. Liu's face was slightly pale. She was promoted to side concubine long after her son Huatang was appointed as the crown prince. Six years later, the prince still refused to change his words. He kept calling her Aunt in the mansion, and refused to recognize her as an equal wife at all. What he said just now seemed to show concern for her, but inwardly he blamed her for going to the study without authorization.

The prince's study is in the front yard, and women in the backyard are generally not allowed to come to the study without permission. Maybe she is the same?She is the birth mother of a dignified son, the side concubine of the prince, those concubines can't come, why can't she come? , Isn't the princess here too?

"My lord, why don't you leave me? I personally watched my lord's busy work. I was afraid that you would be tired, so I specially made several snacks to see you. How could you drive me away?" Liu said coquettishly.

The princess on the side frowned when she heard this. She was so old, she was still babbling, and she was not afraid of nausea, but she was well-bred, looked at it coldly, and didn't say anything.

Leng Huating sat obediently in front of his father, with an innocent smile on his handsome face, even when Mrs. Liu accused him of beating someone, he did not change his smile, as if what Mrs. Liu said had nothing to do with him.

"Aren't you injured? It's serious to go back for treatment. Someone is here. Help Aunt Liu go back quickly." The prince coaxed.

Immediately, two women came in and came forward to help Mrs. Liu out.

At this time, the boy outside came to report, and the son asked to see him.

Leng Huatang is only one year older than Leng Huating, he combines the advantages of the Liu family and the prince, his facial features are handsome and tough, his figure is slender and straight, his gestures reveal good self-cultivation and elegance, his eyes are as black as ink, There is a calmness that does not belong to his age in the depth. It has to be said that the current son of Prince Jane is a handsome and elegant son.

He saw his biological mother outside the study, saw two women supporting her, a trace of trouble flashed in his eyes, but he came over quickly, "Auntie, what's wrong with you?"

When Liu saw her son, she was overjoyed immediately, and the tears that had been suppressed immediately burst out again.

"Tang'er—" Mrs. Liu called out aggrievedly.

Leng Huatang was a little helpless, this was in front of his father's study, and his mother called him Tanger in front of the servants, if his father heard it, he would be unhappy again, but he saw the blood on the back of his biological mother's head, I was still shocked, could it be that my mother made Xiao Ting angry again?
"Auntie, what's wrong with your head? Why is it still bleeding?" My mother, no matter how shallow, is also my mother, Leng Huatang looked sad in his heart.

"Tang'er, you have to help mother, your younger brother is getting more and more violent, and even hit me with an inkstone without making a sound." Mrs. Liu really wanted to scold that paralyzed Leng Huating, but in front of her son, She didn't dare, her son had a good relationship with the paralyzed man since he was a child, and he disliked hearing someone insult the paralyzed man even more than the princess.

Sure enough, when Leng Huatang heard this, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes, and he comforted her mother, saying: "Auntie, you should be more careful in what you say in the future, Xiao Ting is not sensible, don't mess with him, and don't be angry with him, he is still a child Woolen cloth."

"Why is it a child? He's only one year younger than you. He's about to get married. He's still a child? Don't you even help your mother?" She began to cry pitifully as she spoke.

(End of this chapter)