This is Ouyang's business, so it is better to leave it to Ouyang to make the decision.

"Thank you, Mr. Wushang." Yun Lang thanked Mu Qianye.

"Don't you think it's too early to say it now?" Mu Qianye raised his eyebrows and stood up, "Come with me."

After Mu Qianye finished speaking, he walked from the teahouse lobby to the small courtyard behind, and Yunlang followed.

Mu Qianye led Yun Lang into Ouyang Mingxuan's room.

In the room, Ouyang Mingxuan was still doing boring rehabilitation. He walked from the initial walk around the round table to the entire room, over and over again, round after another, endlessly.

Seeing Mu Qianye come in and see the strange man following Mu Qianye, Ouyang Mingxuan asked in confusion: "Boss, who is this man?"

"He is here to find you, a doctor."

"Do you hope I will heal your face?" Ouyang Mingxuan looked at the scars on Yun Lang's face and said subconsciously.

"No. Yun hopes that Mr. Ouyang is a friend of Yun."

"I wonder what this friend of Mr. Yun is suffering from?" Ouyang Mingxuan started completely from the perspective of a doctor.

"His tendons were cut off when he was practicing with others." This was a great shame and a heavy blow to a martial artist.

Ouyang Mingxuan thought for a moment, "Mr. Yun, I can't give you a conclusion now. Whether I can cure your friend will be able to make a conclusion after seeing your friend and checking his injuries. Mr. Yun will bring that friend another day and I will show him."

Ouyang Mingxuan did not make a direct conclusion. Not everyone can generalize the tendons of his hands. Different people and different situations must be carefully considered before they can be determined.

"Young Master Ouyang, this friend of Yun, you have some holidays with you, Mr. Ouyang." Yun Lang was frank.

"Oh? Who is it?" Ouyang Mingxuan recalled in his mind that he had a holiday with whom he missed. Ouyang, the least he did in his life was to be immoral. He was not a monk in Hua, and he always bullied those girls. Who did he have any grudges with?

"Yun's friend is King Mu of the North Wing Kingdom, Beitangxi." Yun Lang said frankly.

Beitangxi.

The three words made Ouyang Mingxuan obviously stunned.

The healed ridge seemed to have a vague pain again. On that day, his silver-armored iron cavalry flattened the mountain village, seriously injured him and Poqiong still vaguely in his mind and did not dissipate.

"Young Master Ouyang?" Yun Lang saw that Ouyang Mingxuan was in a daze, and was even more worried that he would refuse. The emperor's brother's injury, and searching for famous doctors and medicines, did not improve.

A Prince Mu who lost his right hand could not tolerate him, so his injuries must be healed. He must pick up his sword again before he can face the jackals, tigers and leopards who have always wanted his life.

At this moment, Leng Yiyi rushed in, holding a broom in her hand, and rang Yunlang without saying a word, "Go away, get out of here, Ouyang won't go to heal that shit Beitangxi, please leave me!"

Yunlang did not dodge. He kept paying attention to Ouyang Mingxuan, as if he had not noticed Leng Yiyi's broom and scolding at all.

"Yiyi." Ouyang Mingxuan called Leng Yiyi, "The person who came is a guest, and this matter has nothing to do with Mr. Yun. If you don't stop, I'm going to be angry!"

Leng Yiyi pouted and stopped dissatisfiedly. She supported the broom beside her and looked at Yunlang fiercely.

"Mr. Yun, let me think about this matter again. I will give you a reply to Mr. Yun tomorrow. I wonder what Mr. Yun thought about it?" Ouyang Mingxuan couldn't give Yun Lang a clear answer for a moment, and he needed to think about it.

"Then Yun is coming again tomorrow." Although Yun Lang was anxious about Bei Tangxi's injury, he also knew that Ouyang Mingxuan did not directly refuse him. He was waiting for this day.

Just as it was night that day, Duan Henshui came to Ouyang Mingxuan's room.

"Old Prince!" As soon as he saw Duan Henshui, Ouyang Mingxuan knelt down in a hurry.

"Sit up well!" Duan Henshui stopped Ouyang Mingxuan's movement with a shout.

"Old Prince, why are you here?"

"Let's see how you recover. There is one more thing to talk to you." Duan Henshui sat down opposite Ouyang Mingxuan, his tone a little heavy.

"Old Prince, just tell me what you have. Don't do this. I can't bear it!" His parents died early and were raised by grandpa since childhood. Apart from grandpa, the old prince was closest to him. The old prince treated him as his son, even though their Ouyang family was a retainer of the Duan family.

"Ouyang, I'm here to ask you for something." Duan Henshui's eyes were deep, "I've heard of someone coming to you today. I've asked you to save King Mu."

Ouyang Mingxuan looked at Duan Henshui quietly and waited for him to say that he didn't understand why the old prince was concerned about this matter.

"Mingxuan, I know that it was King Mu who hurt you four years ago. It was a bit too much to ask you to save him, but..." Duan Henshui had a complicated look in his eyes. "King King Mu is Xue'er's child, Kuang'er's half-brother. Kuang'er hurt him this time. Although he didn't say anything on his face, I still hope from the bottom of my heart that even if Xue'er's two children cannot get along as friendly as ordinary brothers, at least they cannot kill each other..."

Ouyang Mingxuan didn’t know how to describe his mood. Bei Tangxi was actually the son of the old princess! He was the prince’s brother!

Then, the prince deposed Beitangxi's hands for him...

Ouyang Mingxuan's heart was mixed for a moment.

"Mingxuan, I hope you can help King Mu treat injuries, although such a request is a bit too much..."

"No, old prince, don't say that." Ouyang Mingxuan tried hard to calm down his mood, "Old prince, don't worry, I will do my best to Beitangxi's injury."

Not for Beitangxi, but for the prince.

"Mingxuan, thank you." Duan Henshui thanked Ouyang Mingxuan.

"Old Master, don't say that. This killed me. Anyway, my injury has healed now. In fact, I have been sitting in this wheelchair for five years, and it feels pretty good!" Ouyang Mingxuan smiled giggled, like a child.

Duan Henshui smiled with relief when he saw this. He stretched out his hand and stroked his head like Ouyang Mingxuan when he was a child, "You kid!"

Ouyang Mingxuan shouted, "Old Prince, I'm not young anymore, I can't touch my head anymore!"

"You will always be small in front of me!"

The next day, Yunlang came to the teahouse early in the morning to report.
Chapter completed!