The married husband is a grandfather

"Who? How dare you break into the county magistrate's residence!"

"Take it for me!"

Song Qingye and Lin Qiusheng were soon surrounded by people, Lin Qiusheng was as immovable as a mountain, his servant stepped forward and reprimanded him: "I think you are the most cowardly, you don't kneel down when you see Prince Yu !"

Song Qingye's heart was shocked, Lin Qiusheng was actually a prince?But isn't the emperor of the Tianjin Dynasty surnamed Jin?

"What?!" The servants who had surrounded Song Qingye and Lin Qiusheng looked at each other, and they knelt on the ground as soon as they threw the stick in their hands.

Lin Qiusheng and Song Qingye entered the mansion without hindrance. The county magistrate heard a report that someone had trespassed on his mansion, and was rushing this way angrily. Life is too long.

"Who? Stop it for me!"

"My...my lord...he said he was Prince Yu..."

The boy ran up to the county magistrate and explained tremblingly.

The county magistrate frowned, "Idiot! He said yes, and let me take it down. He dared to pretend to be Prince Yu. How could Prince Yu come to our small place?"

When the boy heard it, it made sense, maybe it was a fake!

"Come on, take them down, take them all down! How dare you pretend to be Prince Yu to tease your lord."

Lin Qiusheng's servant directly took out a gold medal from his pocket, "Keep your dog eyes wide open, what is this? I think you don't have enough lives to cut off your heads!"

The county magistrate recognized the four-clawed golden flood dragon on the gold medal even though he had never seen it again.

As soon as his legs softened, the county magistrate knelt straight on the ground.

"See Prince Yu, it's the lower officials who don't know Mount Tai, please spare Prince Yu's life!"

Lin Qiusheng saw him lying on the ground like a drowning dog begging for mercy, "I heard that you oppressed the people, arrested people without authorization, and used lynching. Is there such a thing?"

"No, no, no, absolutely no, how dare a subordinate official do such a rebellious thing."

"If not, then why did someone sue this king?"

"I'm wronged, I'm wronged by the lower officials."

The county magistrate's plump body lay on the ground like a ball, which was really ugly.

"You take me to the prison to have a look, and I will know if there is such a thing."

When the county magistrate heard it, he faltered and faltered, his eyes wandering.

"Why, this king can't order you anymore?"

"No, no, the officer will take you there."

The county magistrate staggered to his feet, and almost fell over because of the violent movements, but fortunately his servant supported him.

"Hey, Prince Yu please." The county magistrate smiled flatteringly at Lin Qiusheng.

Lin Qiusheng stepped forward, the county magistrate tidied up his clothes, and then he noticed the existence of Song Qingye, his eyes widened, and the person he had been looking for for hours unexpectedly appeared by himself, and followed Prince Yu, As soon as the county magistrate turned his head, he realized that he had kicked an iron board.

Unexpectedly, this countryman could know such a big man as Prince Yu.

"Then what, Prince Yu, the prison is dirty for fear of dirtying your eyes, so you should not go down." The county magistrate wanted to struggle to the death, but Lin Qiusheng glanced at him.

"Open the door."

The county magistrate had no choice but to let someone open the door. A damp and musty smell permeated the air. Song Qingye's sense of smell was keen, and he immediately smelled a strong smell of blood.

His heart skipped a beat, and he rushed in past the county magistrate and Prince Yu.

The scene that caught his eyes was something he will never forget. Chu Yu was tied to a wooden stake, covered in blood, and water was dripping from his body. The ground is bloody.

Chu Yu lowered his head, his jet-black long hair hung loose in front of him, Song Qingye couldn't see his face, but Chu Yu was always like a pine tree, like a tall bamboo, if he hadn't really lost his strength, how could he show his face? This look.

"Hey! Who are you? How dare you..." The jailer pointed at Song Qingye and walked over. Before he finished speaking, Song Qingye kicked him to the ground and stomped heavily on his chest.

The jailer felt that his heart and lungs were about to burst, "Pfft!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

Song Qingye's canthus was completely cracked, and his eyes were blood red, like an evil spirit deep in the mud plow.

Boss Cui and Cui Yingxue were so frightened that they knocked over the teacup at hand. The teacup fell to the ground, and the cup broke into pieces and splashed the tea all over the floor.

Song Qingye raised his head and looked at the two of them. When Cui Yingxue saw Song Qingye's blood-red eyes, he fainted from fright. Boss Cui couldn't control his daughter fainting on top of him. He pushed Cui Yingxue away and went outside. run away.

Song Qingye's movements were extremely fast. He picked up the jailer's whip and whipped it straight at Boss Cui's body, his skin was torn apart instantly.

Boss Cui fell to the ground when his legs softened from the pain.

Lin Qiusheng and the county magistrate saw this scene as soon as they came in. The county magistrate could not have imagined that the little beauty he wanted to live with turned out to be such a ruthless character, with two fat legs shaking like chaff.

Lin Qiusheng walked over to Song Qingye and said, "Your friend needs to see a doctor."

Maybe it was because Lin Qiusheng's voice was too steady, or maybe it was the words of "seek a doctor" that brought back Song Qingye's rationality. As soon as he let go of his hand, the whip fell to the ground.

He drew the saber at the jailer's waist and cut the rope that bound Chu Yu's body. Chu Yu fell straight forward, and Song Qingye caught him. He didn't even dare to hug Chu Yu too hard. Yu didn't have a complete piece of skin all over his body, and he was afraid of touching Chu Yu's wound.

"Chu Yu, Chu Yu..."

Chu Yu seemed to have heard his voice and moved his head. His voice was too weak, but Song Qingye still heard it.

He said, "There you are."

Song Qingye hugged him with watery eyes, "Well, I'm here."

With the help of Lin Qiusheng, Chu Yu was sent to the hospital, but Lin Qiusheng did not come with him, but lent the carriage to Song Qingye.

He still needs to stay and take care of the rest.

Taking advantage of the two of them alone in the carriage, Song Qingye fed Chu Yu with the spiritual spring. He hugged Chu Yu, feeling so flustered.

Chu Yu was sent to the hospital. The old doctor in the hospital came out wearing a coat and saw that Chu Yu was covered in blood, so he asked his apprentices to put Chu Yu on a wooden bed and lie down.

Song Qingye stood outside the station, his heart seemed to be suspended in the air, without a trace.

It was already late at night, but luckily the old doctor was kind enough to open the door for them.

Song Qingye didn't know how long he stood outside, but when the doctor came out, he immediately ran over.

"Doctor, how is he?"

The old doctor stroked his beard and said suspiciously: "It's strange to say, logically speaking, his injury should be dying, but the old man felt his pulse just now, and it seems that his pulse is stable, although it is weaker than ordinary people. Some, but it really doesn't look like the pulse that a seriously ill person should have."

"The doctor means that he is all right?"

"Yes, there is no danger to his life at the moment, but his trauma is serious, and it is summer now, so we must pay attention, if he accidentally suppurates, it will be serious."

"Thank you, doctor. I will pay attention to it. If you have any good trauma medicine here, feel free to use it for him. The consultation fee will not be a problem."

Hearing this, the old doctor looked at Song Qingye a few more times. Song Qingye's clothes were plain, and he really didn't look like a rich family. He was really worried that Song Qingye would not be able to pay the consultation fee.

Although saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, but his place is a medical clinic after all, not Jishitang.

Song Qingye also knew the other party's worry, and took out a 100 tael bank note from his arms, "Do you see enough, doctor?"

The old doctor was shocked, he was really a person who did not look good, he dared to carry so much silver with him, and he was not afraid of being robbed.

"Enough is enough, all the more have gone."

In the end, although I didn't spend 100 taels of consultation fee, I also spent 50 taels.

"I'm sorry, sir."

"Well, you watch over him, and if he gets hot, let Xiao Liu call me."

The old doctor pointed to his little apprentice, who smiled at Song Qingye.

"Ok."

The old doctor went back to rest in the backyard, Song Qingye sent Lin Qiusheng's servants and groom back, and gave them some broken silver as rewards.

"Although I know that the two of you are working under Prince Yu and don't look down on this small amount of money, but I have come and gone to trouble the two of you tonight. It's a good intention, and I don't have any more."

Song Qingye spoke nicely, and these two people who followed Prince Yu had never met before, but they had a little more affection for Song Qingye, so they accepted it.

"I will definitely come to thank you when I have the opportunity some other day."

Although Song Qingye also knew that Prince Yu's threshold was not something he could enter, but he still had to have the proper etiquette.

After seeing off Prince Yu's servant and coachman, Song Qingye went into the hospital.

Only now was he free to sit down and take a closer look at Chu Yu.

Chu Yu was lying on a plank bed with bandages wrapped around her body, her complexion was ashen, her lips were pale and crusted.

There was a bloodstain on his handsome face, Song Qingye touched Chu Yu's face lightly with his fingers in distress, but he didn't dare to touch the scar on his face, he was afraid of infection.

This is ancient times, and one who is not careful will lose his life due to a cold.

Song Qingye just sat here and looked at Chu Yu as if he was thinking about a lot of things, but he didn't seem to think about anything.

The morning light was twilight, and Song Qingye didn't close his eyes all night. He thought Chu Yu would just get through it like this, but Chu Yu suddenly had a fever.

Song Qingye stood up abruptly, and woke up Xiao Liu who was sleeping on the couch outside.

"He has a high fever."

Xiao Liu woke up when he heard it, and hurried to the backyard.

After a while, the old doctor came over, took Chu Yu's hand to feel his pulse, and went to grab the medicine himself and stuffed it for Xiao Liu.

Xiao Liu was startled, took the medicine and ran to the medicine stove in the backyard to decoct it.

The old doctor took out his silver needles and gave Chu Yu a few needles.

Seeing Chu Yu's brows furrowed tightly, Song Qingye knew that the pain was serious. His heart was in a state of disarray, like ants on a hot pot, spinning around in a hurry.

Xiao Liu brought up the fried medicine, he purposely turned it over with a bowl, and now it doesn't burn his mouth anymore.

Song Qingye took the medicine bowl, helped Chu Yu up, and poured him down a bowl of black medicine.

After about a quarter of an hour, Chu Yu's fever gradually subsided, and his body was no longer as scary as before.

Only then did Song Qingye sit on the ground as if he had lost his strength. He looked at Chu Yu's hand hanging beside the bed, reached out to hold his hand, and leaned over to bury his face in Chu Yu's palm.

"Chu Yu, there must be nothing wrong with you."