Raised an ugly man [Transmigration Book]

Things ended and people dispersed.

Yi Ziqian's eyes still stayed in the distance, looking at the official sedan chair, and recalling the voices and expressions of the people in the sedan chair, he felt more and more familiar.

This person's tone is indeed majestic and powerful, but his voice is a little young, which shows that this inspector is only about a weak age. If he does not have a serious voice, he must have a clear and warm voice.

In the back of his mind, he seemed to have whispered to the owner of this voice somewhere.

The servant dressed as an entourage approached the wooden window curtain and reported respectfully.

Attracting the inspector, he rolled the curtain on the stator with his hands, and was about to say something to the entourage.

In an instant, the man glanced casually from the crowd, and saw a young man sitting in a wheelchair, as quiet as a spring pine.

Yi Ziqian looked at him, marveling at this respected inspector master, isn't it Yi Jiasaburo Yi He?

Yi He didn't expect to meet Yi Ziqian here, and the moment he was stunned, his face was full of surprise and joy.

But today is different from the past, now he is an official of the imperial court, and he is not the scholar who rides a horse and carries a book on his back, and talks about governance.

Still suppressing his joy, restraining his emotions slightly, he whispered to the attendant.

The attendant got the order, so he came over to Yi Ziqian and said, "Young master, my master invites you to come to his house as a guest."

When Yi Ziqian saw that Yi He was in an official position, it was obvious that Han Chuang had studied hard to get the title on the gold list. After all, he had come out on top, so he was also happy for him.But listening to Yi He's address, he might call himself a "grassman" when he saw him, and he couldn't adapt to his sudden identity.

Seeing that he didn't answer, the attendant asked in a good temper: "Master?"

Yi Ziqian came back to his senses, bowed with a smile and said, "Thank you, the grassroots inspectors."

When he came to the inspector's mansion, the attendant arranged him to wait in a side hall, saying that the lord still had some important matters to attend to, so he asked him to wait for a while.

Yi Ziqian nodded, and the attendant withdrew.

The inspector's mansion is much larger than Yi's mansion, with simple and elegant decoration. Looking at the backyard from the side hall, there are many plum trees and bluegrass planted, probably according to Yi He's preference.

There was a burst of footsteps from far to near, slow at first and then hurried, Yi Ziqian turned around and saw Yi He walking into the side hall.

There was no one around, and Yi He didn't have to look like an official, he hugged Yi He in his arms and rubbed his hair, sighing with the joy of regaining what was lost: "It's great, Ziqian, you are still alive, it's really great." alright."

Yi Ziqian has gone through a lot, and at this moment, falling into the warm arms of his relatives, his heart is sore, and he is choked with sobs and wants to shed tears, almost wanting to cry bitterly, to vent all the torture he has suffered.

He held back his tears and his eyes were red, pretending to be relaxed and said: "Third brother, I am living well."

Yi He let go of him, held his face with unprecedented intimacy, looked carefully and said: "Father only wrote to me half a year ago, saying that you were taken away by thieves and have been missing since then. I can hardly sleep at night. I can’t wait to find it myself.”

This time Yi Ziqian did not reject Yi He's tenderness, he covered Yi He's trembling hands, and said with a light smile: "I know, even though it's difficult, I still live a good life, since it's rare to get together, third brother don't do this So sad."

Yi He suppressed his sentimental nod and said: "That's right." Then he looked down at his leg, and asked hesitantly, "What's the matter with your leg...?"

However, Yi Ziqian remained silent and refused to speak. He originally wanted to make up a lie so that Yi He would not have to worry about him.

But he thought that if his leg was crippled, it would be crippled. Almost everyone looked at his disability and knew his misfortune. What happiness should he use to cover up his misfortune?

Seeing that he was unwilling to answer, Yi He knew that something terrible had happened to him, and it was hard for him to get through this hurdle. Seeing how thin he was, he felt a pain in his heart, and said, "Okay, okay, if you don't want to say it, then don't say it. Don't worry, I will find a good doctor to heal your leg."

"You've been living in my house for the past few days. You're too thin, you must have suffered a lot. I'll ask the cook to cook chicken soup for you to recuperate."

Yi Ziqian also missed his elder brother, and thought it would be okay to get together, so he responded, "Third brother, I am currently staying at a friend's house, and if he doesn't go back, he will be in a hurry. Please write a letter for me." Send the letter to Lin Yanshan, look for a doctor named Shen Gulin, hand it to him and let him know."

Seeing his answer, Yi He beamed with joy, and said, "Okay, I'll ask someone to write it and send it."

Yi Ziqian nodded, and Yi He called his maid to lead him to a room in the east chamber, where he could rest for a while.

Yi Ziqian looked at the layout of the room, it was simple and elegant, the wooden furnishings were all made of fragrant wood, and there was no censer for burning, so there was a faint lingering fragrance in the room.

There was a shelf of books on the couch, full of books, Yi Ziqian had nothing to do, so he thought about picking out a book to read at will.

But the bookshelf and himself were inserted with a table that was as high as his chest, and he didn't want to trouble others, so he propped up half of his body on the couch with his hands, stretched out one hand and tried hard to reach the book.

He took a lot of effort to get a book, changed to a comfortable position and slumped on the couch to rest, holding the book in his arms and thought to himself, luckily no one came in, otherwise his posture would be too rude.

At dusk, it was almost time for dinner, the servants knocked on the door and invited him to eat in the living room, Yi He was already waiting there.

When Yi Ziqian arrived at the main hall, he found a small round table in the hall. Seeing him coming, Yi He quickly pushed his wheelchair and placed him close to his seat.

Yi Ziqian saw that there were chicken, duck and fish on the table, which were delicious. There was also a large bowl of yellow chicken soup in front of him, sprinkled with goji berries and green onions.

He couldn't help laughing, and joked: "Third brother, you don't eat these every day, do you, your figure is still in shape."

Yi He shook his head with a smile and said, "I can't bear so much oil and water every day." After finishing speaking, he scooped up a bowl of chicken soup for him, put a chicken leg in his bowl, and said, "Call the cook specially I made it for you, I can't eat these on weekdays, and today I can be full of my food after being honored by you."

Yi Ziqian laughed and said, "Third brother is also the inspector, how can he not even eat a chicken leg?"

"Third brother, I have a clean sleeve and a clean and honest official. Naturally, I live by chewing vegetable leaves every day."

Yi Ziqian took a bite of the meat and said, "Third Brother, don't tell others about this. If you do, you will think that the imperial court is detaining your money."

"Hahaha, it's a family chat, there are no outsiders, Ziqian doesn't have to be careful, I can handle it properly."

When Yi Ziqian saw Yi He, his speech seemed to be much smoother than before, probably honed in the officialdom. After all, the officialdom is turbulent and everyone is a genius.His every word and deed is stared at by others, and no mistakes can be tolerated.

During the meal between the two, Yi He kept adding food to him, but Yi Ziqian could only eat it with a wry smile, after all, it was Yi He's wish.After this meal, Yi Ziqian couldn't speak anymore.

After the meal, the servants cleared up the mess, and Yi He pushed him into the courtyard.

The moon and stars were rare, and the cobblestone road was slightly illuminated by yellowish candlelight. Yi Ziqian saw many plum trees along the way, and said: "The third brother still loves plums so much. Flowers, Yingxue..."

"Ying Ren." Yi He answered. "Bai Xuehongmei, what can be hidden is the fragrance, what can't be hidden is the person. After all, the cold plum is a dead thing, and it can't compare with a living thing."

There was a little silence between the two, and a female voice broke the silence.

"Husband." A woman dressed in indigo, with a slender figure, a graceful appearance, and an orchid-like temperament, bowed gracefully.

Then he said to Yi Ziqian, "This is my uncle, right?"

Yi Ziqian was a little surprised when he saw her, and then said politely, "I've seen my sister-in-law."

Yi He had no expression on his face, and said lightly: "You are still pregnant, it is too windy outside to walk around, go back and rest first, and I will come to see you at night."

Yi Ziqian had an intuition that since this sister-in-law came to greet them, Yi He was a little displeased.

The woman nodded obediently after hearing what her husband said, and left with the help of her maidservant.

Seeing her leave, Yi Ziqian said with a sincere expression: "Congratulations, brother, not only have you got such a gentle sister-in-law, but you have also got a son-in-law."

Yi He looked a little cold, staring into his eyes, sighed and said: "Zi Qian, you still don't understand."

When the two arrived in the East Chamber, Yi He sent him to the door of the room, and was about to let him have a good rest, when he carefully noticed that Yi Ziqian had a few blood-red blisters on his palms. He squatted down, held his hand and asked Said: "How did you do it?"

"I'm not a delicate woman. I'm just pushing a wheelchair by myself on weekdays. I've got blisters on my hands and waited for them to turn into thick calluses." Yi Ziqian smiled indifferently.

"Nonsense!" Yi He frowned and snorted, and called someone to get the plaster, "I can play around with my own body, and I won't make a sound when I get hurt."

Seeing that his words were serious, Yi Ziqian knew how to shut up.

Yi He held the ointment held by his servants, raised his eyes and said, "Hold on." He applied a little ointment with his fingers, and covered it carefully, with a gentle gesture as if he was treating some priceless treasure.

The ointment melted into the wound, and it was indeed a bit painful, but the pain was nothing compared to what he had suffered.

After Yi He applied the medicine, he bandaged him with a white scarf, and said, "Okay, don't touch the water."

Yi Ziqian looked at the loose white scarf on his hand, which was not very skillfully bandaged, and said with a smile, "Third brother also rests early, see you tomorrow."

Yi He stroked his hair, smiled dotingly and said: "Good sleep."

The next day, the morning sun rose through the window, and Yi Ziqian hadn't slept in such a soft bed for a long time, and felt a little reluctant to get up.

Yi He went to deal with official business early in the morning, if he saw him like this, he must have patted him on the back helplessly to wake him up.

Laid back for a while, rubbed his sleepy eyes, stretched his waist, and woke up a little bit.