The lady who is a miracle doctor arrives and makes the general blush and his heart beats

Ye Songyan took Nanxing to Lefeng Tower for a drink.

Finding the quietest private room on the fourth floor, Ye Songyan ordered two jars of the most expensive liquor.

Not long after, the waiter brought the wine.

Ye Songyan threw the wine seal aside, picked up the wine jar, filled the big bowl with wine, and took a big gulp of wine from the big bowl. He ignored Nan Xing and started drinking by himself, completely forgetting that he was the one who wanted to treat him.

Nan Xing stood aside, looking at the young man who was drinking to drown his sorrows, and sighed in his heart, forget it, don't persuade him, wait until he has drunk enough, and drag him back.

After an unknown amount of time, Ye Songyan's face turned red and he was obviously drunk.

Nan Xing glanced at the sky and saw that the sun was setting. He stepped forward and said, "Fourth Young Master, it's time to go back."

Ye Songyan glanced at Nan Xing but ignored him.

"Fourth Young Master," Nan Xing pushed Ye Songyan's shoulder, "If you don't go back, it will get dark."

Ye Songyan pushed away Nan Xing's hand on his shoulder, "I won't go back."

Nan Xing was slightly annoyed, "Are you coming back?"

"No reply." Ye Songyan ignored Nan Xing and started drinking again.

Nan Xing took away the wine jar, took away the big sea bowl, and asked again: "Ye Songyan, are you coming back?"

Nan Xing was not such a good-tempered person, and he really didn't care about Ye Songyan anymore if he made him angry.

"No reply." Ye Songyan looked stubborn.

Nan Xing was also angry, "I don't care about you anymore."

Nan Xing walked aside angrily and looked at Ye Songyan. He couldn't care less about him. What if he drank to death here?

He has to take responsibility.

After all, Ye Songyan is the young master's brother-in-law. For the sake of the young master, he can't let Ye Songyan die drunk here.

This guy didn't want to go back, so he had no choice but to find the young master.

Nan Xing found Xiao Er and asked him to deliver a message to the General's Mansion.

When Hua Fushu rushed over, it was already completely dark, and Ye Zelin came with Hua Fushu.

Ye Zelin didn't want to come, but Ye Songyan was now living in his yard. If something happened to him, his grandfather wouldn't be able to trouble him?

"Young Master, Second Young Master." Nan Xing called.

Hua Fushu nodded. At this time, Ye Songyan was lying on the table, motionless. As soon as she approached, a smell of alcohol hit her face, choking her mouth and nose.

Hua Fushu took a closer look and saw that Ye Songyan's face was flushed and his eyes were dull.

She called out: "Xiaosi, Xiaosi, your injury is not healed yet, so you can't drink."

After calling several times, Ye Songyan didn't make any move, and didn't even raise his eyes to look at the flowers.

Hua Fushu stretched out her hand and waved it in front of Ye Songyan's eyes, "Xiaosi."

Ye Songyan still didn't respond.

"Ye Zelin." Hua Fushu called Ye Zelin with a somewhat anxious tone.

Ye Zelin strolled over and shook Ye Songyan's shoulders vigorously, "Ye Songyan, don't pretend to be dead. Get up."

Ye Zelin's attitude towards Ye Songyan has always been clear. He doesn't like Ye Songyan just because he doesn't like Ye Songyan. Seeing Ye Songyan pretending to be dead, he raised his foot and kicked the wooden chair under Ye Songyan, "Ye Songyan, wake up, and stop pretending to be dead. Stop pretending." It’s my fault for being rude!”

The force of this kick was quite strong, and the wooden chair shook, but Ye Songyan was as steady as a rock.

"Ye Songyan, get up!"

Ye Zelin grabbed Ye Songyan's clothes and lifted him up, "Go home!"

Ye Songyan suddenly became more awake. He pushed Ye Zelin away and said, "I won't come back."

Ye Zelin was pushed back two steps.

Ye Songyan's steps were shaky and unsteady, causing his body to sway. He put his hands on the table to keep his balance.

He looked at Ye Zelin, "You're just a hypocrite, I don't want you to worry about it!"

"Am I hypocritical?" Ye Zelin was a little annoyed. He came to take Ye Songyan back with good intentions, but he was treated like a donkey.

"I don't care about you even if you drink to death! Do you think I want to care about you? You live in my yard for nothing, get yourself drunk, and ask Fu Shu to pick you up? If you accidentally drink to death, Grandfather has to trouble me."

If Hua Fushu hadn't come to Lefeng Tower, he wouldn't have followed.

If Ye Songyan died of drinking in Lefeng Tower, he would not come to collect Ye Songyan's body.

Ye Songyan said angrily: "I won't care about you even if I die!"

Ye Zelin looked at Ye Songyan, his eyelids drooping slightly, but he still didn't bother to argue with Ye Songyan. It was more important to drag him back to the General's Mansion to avoid embarrassment.

If word got out that a dignified young master from the General's Mansion was drinking in a restaurant to soothe his sorrows over a woman, wouldn't it be just gossip?

He restrained his unkind tone and said calmly: "Ye Songyan, if you don't go back, your grandfather and your mother will be worried, as well as your father. He brought you back from Prince Qinghe's Mansion not just for you to drink here."

Mentioning Ye Shiheng, Ye Songyan remembered the almost indifferent attitude he had received from his biological father since he was a child. The anger that had accumulated for several days exploded at this moment, "Don't mention father!"

"Why didn't you mention it? If my father hadn't come to Qinghe Prince's Mansion in time to bring you back, you would have died in Qinghe Prince's Mansion."

"Ye Zelin, you are a high-ranking legitimate son. I am a concubine that my father despises even if he takes a second look. Your mother is a royal concubine, but my mother is a humble concubine. Unlike you, I have everything. You are my father's favorite. My son, your majesty’s favorite, is always a star in the sky wherever I go, just because I am dispensable. For you, for my elder brother, and for the so-called peace of the Ye family, my father will sacrifice me.”

Ye Songyan made his grievances and complaints known.

He and Yu Rong truly love each other. In his father's opinion, his union with Yu Rong will definitely threaten the status of the direct descendant.

His father was so partial that in order to prevent him from threatening his direct lineage's status, he had to separate him and Yu Rong.

If he were the direct descendant, would his father still separate him and Yu Rong?

Ye Zelin couldn't help but sneer. Did Ye Songyan not recognize his identity?

Or do you think you have a high self-esteem and think you are worthy of Princess Yurong, a noble daughter of the clan?

Not to mention Ye Songyan, even if it were Ye Zelin, King Qinghe might not choose Ye Jiazi as his master and son-in-law.

Ye Zelin said sarcastically: "Just you? Why do you think it's dad who wants to separate you and Princess Yurong? Do you think that with your status, you are worthy of Princess Yurong? You were born as a bastard, and you want to climb the high branches of Prince Qinghe's palace. You don't even think about it, King Qinghe will let you climb the high branches of his palace."

Ye Songyan choked.

Ye Zelin was so disgusted with Ye Songyan's life-or-death attitude that he couldn't even figure out the real reason why he couldn't be with Princess Yurong.

"You are not allowed to marry Princess Yurong, so you think it was your father who sacrificed you to protect the peace of the Ye family? Ye Songyan, let me tell you, you are wrong. The peace you have now comes from your father, eldest brother, and It's me, it's the result of a few of us fighting with real swords and guns on the battlefield.

My father had more than a dozen wounds, large and small, all of which were left on the battlefield. My elder brother also had seven or eight wounds. Even I almost died at the hands of Xixia barbarians several times. Do you know how many soldiers are killed in the Western Region every year, and how many soldiers want to go home to watch over their wives and children and enjoy family happiness? Does your so-called sacrifice count as a sacrifice? Who can show you that you have to live and die like this! "