Daqin: White porridge and pickled mustard tuber, I became the national teacher

Chapter 110 Hu Ji: Your Majesty, you have such a cruel heart!

"Father, I didn't use my full strength when I kicked you!"

"I just gave him a light kick, not even half my strength was used!"

"This son of yours absolutely did not hurt my eighteenth brother!"

When Hu Ji heard this, she squeezed Hu Hai's hand even harder.

Hu Hai suddenly cried even louder!

"Wow!"

"Father, it hurts so much!"

"Ouch! My brother kicked me and it hurt so much!"

Hu Hai cried and covered his buttocks with his hands.

Looking at the appearance, Ying Zheng gave instructions to Xia Lin who was standing beside him.

"Go find Xia Wuqie and ask him to show it to the Eighteenth Young Master."

"promise."

Xia Lin responded, not caring whether Hu Hai's injury was real or fake.

Anyway, he obeys His Majesty's orders.

His Majesty asked him to go find Dean Xia, so he went to find Dean Xia.

As for the diagnosis results after reading it.

That's not his concern.

Thinking of this, Xia Lin quickened his pace.

When they saw Ying Zheng ask someone to call a doctor, Hu Ji and Hu Hai panicked.

He wasn't seriously injured.

If a doctor came and took a look, wouldn't he be exposed?

Hu Ji said quickly, "Your Majesty, there is no need to call Xia Yuanshou, right?"

"Just call a doctor to take a look. I don't dare to trouble Dean Xia to take care of Hai'er's injury."

As long as she could replace him with an ordinary doctor, she would have plenty of ways to make him shut up.

As long as he doesn't say it, no one will know that Hai'er's injury is fake.

Ying Zheng just said calmly, "No problem."

"It's just to check the injury. Dean Xia is a good doctor, let him check Hu Hai."

"If the injury is really serious, with Dean Xia's medicine, it will heal faster."

"Suffer less physical pain."

Fusu, who was standing aside, felt that he definitely did not hurt his eighteenth brother.

Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the worst.

My eighteenth brother is so young.

What if he really hurt him accidentally?

He quickly nodded in agreement.

"Yes, yes, it would be nice to let Dean Xia take a look."

As he said this, he quickly walked to Hu Hai and asked with concern.

"Eighteenth brother, how are you?"

"Do you feel any pain anywhere?"

"Arms and legs, can you still move them?"

Hu Hai's tears were still on his face.

"I, wuwu...my butt hurts..."

"And my shoulders hurt too..."

Actually, his shoulder doesn't hurt.

Just a little pain in the butt.

But he deliberately exaggerated the pain just to make his elder brother and father worry about him.

He turned his head and looked eagerly at Ying Zheng who was standing not far away.

He stretched out his hand, took two quick steps, and said to Ying Zheng.

"Wow... Father, give me a hug..."

Ying Zheng lowered his eyes slightly and looked at Hu Hai who was pretending to be pitiful.

He felt a sense of absurdity that he had never felt before.

It turned out that as early as this time, his youngest son had learned to lie.

She learned to take advantage of her weakness and young age to act like a spoiled brat and win other people's sympathy.

It turned out that the person he knew least was his youngest son.

Ying Zheng stood there without moving, just staring at Hu Hai.

Hu Hai's hands began to tremble at this gaze.

His face began to turn pale.

He doesn't understand.

Normally, whenever he acted like a spoiled brat or asked for a hug, his father would soften his tone.

He touched his head, and let him still hold his thigh tightly.

Why doesn’t it work now?

The father did not squat down or touch his head.

He took another tentative step forward and stretched out his arms to hug Ying Zheng's thigh.

Suddenly, a hand pointed at his forehead.

stopped his movement.

"Father...Father?"

Hu Hai tilted his head in confusion.

There was a finger pressed against the center of his forehead.

Ying Zheng said calmly, "Don't move."

"oh oh."

Hu Hai didn't dare to move anymore and withdrew his hand that wanted to cling to Ying Zheng.

Seeing this, Ying Zheng withdrew his hand.

He tilted his head and saw the butterfly perched on his shoulder.

Blow gently at it.

Blow it away.

The butterfly spread its beautiful wings and fluttered around Ying Zheng.

Then it slowly flew away.

Little Hu Hai stared at the butterfly flying away, with a flash of anger in his eyes.

Blame it on this butterfly.

If he hadn't wanted to catch the butterfly, he wouldn't have disturbed his father.

I won’t be kicked by my big brother.

It's all its fault!

At this time, Xia Lin came back.

Behind him, there followed Xia Wuqie.

Xia Wuqie was carrying a medicine box on his back.

He walked quickly towards Ying Zheng and saluted.

"Your Majesty, I am Xia Wuqie."

"Ah."

Ying Zheng nodded slightly and spoke to Xia Wuqie.

"Show him to the Eighteenth Young Master and see if he has any injuries and what the severity of the injuries is."

"promise."

Xia Wuqi lowered his head and replied.

Then he said to Hu Hai, "Mr. Eighteen, let me feel your pulse."

Hu Hai pulled his hand back behind his back, "No! I don't want to take your pulse!"

"I don't want you to feel my pulse! No!"

this.........

Xia Wuqie looked at Ying Zheng.

There was no change in Ying Zheng's expression.

Fusu said quickly, "Eighteenth brother, stop making trouble, it's more important to see a doctor first!"

"Let Dean Xia take a look at your injuries and see if you have any broken bones or muscles."

"If you hurt your bones, you can't be careless."

"Hurry up and show it to Dean Xia."

This was the first time that Hu Hai hated his elder brother so much.

He knew clearly that he was not injured, but he still insisted on seeing a doctor!

He did it on purpose, right?

He deliberately wanted him to be exposed in front of his father!

I deliberately want to see him make a fool of himself!

I want him to be disliked by his father!

He really has a cruel heart!

Fusu had no idea what Huhai was thinking.

What he didn't know was that in the mind of his eighteenth brother, he had become a vicious person.

He was just simply worried that Hu Hai would get hurt.

At this time, Hu Ji hurried forward, pulled Hu Hai over and protected him behind her.

"Don't look any further!"

"Your Majesty, don't you trust me now? Do you think I am using Hai'er's body to deceive you?"

"In that case, what's the point of watching it?"

"Anyway, you have already decided in your heart that this is the kind of person I am."

"Then I might as well take the position!"

"Yes, Hai'er is not injured. I lied to you all!"

As she spoke, Hu Ji's eyes turned red and her voice was choked with sobs.

"Your Majesty actually allowed the eldest son to kick my child. Is my child so annoying to you?"

"You were going to watch him get kicked away without even trying to stop him?!"

"Your Majesty, you have such a cruel heart!"

As the last word fell, the tears in Hu Ji's eyes fell like pearls from a broken string.

She just glossed over Hu Hai's injuries.

It was emphasized that Fusu kicked Hu Hai away.

Her son felt wronged.

Let everyone focus on the fact that Fusu kicked her son.

This way no one would pay attention to whether her son's injury was real or fake.