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Chapter 562

After Mr. Han came out of the medical clinic, he was thinking about whether he should go to a well-known doctor in the city for another look.

But all the famous doctors in Wuchang Prefecture knew him.

If you encounter the same situation again, you will really lose your face.

Just when Mr. Han was feeling conflicted, Han Guangtao was asked by Li Zian to visit the Wine Fairy again.

Although Han Guangtao came, he complained first as soon as he sat down: "Sir, it's not that I won't help you. You also know the temper of my grandfather. If my father was at home, maybe he could talk to me.

In a few words, I really don’t have that ability.”

"I don't expect you to persuade the old man." Li Zian said easily, "I have already sent people to the capital to deliver a message to your father."

"Here, send a letter to my father..." Han Guangtao was shocked. Do you have to rush eight hundred miles to send a letter back and forth for such a small thing?

But Li Zian's tone suddenly became serious and he said: "Of course, this is a major matter related to the old man's health. Haven't you heard that if a minor illness is left untreated, it can turn into a serious illness?

"I believe that even though Mr. Han is far away in the capital, he must be very concerned about the old man's health. Since we can't persuade him no matter what, we can only let Mr. Han come."

Li Zi'an has already talked about this, what else can Han Guangtao say?

Everything makes him look like an unfilial grandson who doesn't care about his grandfather's health.

He could only laugh and said: "Your Majesty was very thoughtful. I originally wrote a letter to my father, but the distance between Huguang and Beijing is too far, and it will take a lot of time to send the letter.

"Thanks to the prince's help, my grandfather's health has been diagnosed and treated one day earlier, and we, the younger generation, can also rest assured one day earlier."

In fact, it can be said that Li Zian has no friendship with Mr. Han. The reason why he wrote rashly this time is naturally not because he was worried about Mr. Han's health, but because he boasted in front of Shen Tianshu that he would definitely let Mr. Han.

Mr. Han came over to see a doctor.

If he couldn't deal with Mr. Han, he could only find a solution elsewhere.

That is to say, Li Zian's identity is the prince, and now he is in charge of Huguang on behalf of Prince Rui. Otherwise, ordinary people who send a letter to Mr. Han may have been screened out by his servants without even reaching his desk.

The two casually had some wine and food in the store. Since they were similar in age, they chatted a lot and felt that their relationship became closer.

After coming out of the wine fairy, Han Guangtao was blown by the night wind and was slightly drunk. With the help of the boy Fengbao and the coachman, he finally climbed into the carriage.

Feng Bao followed him up, helped him sit down, and whispered: "Young Master, the old man dislikes the prince so much, and you are still on good terms with the prince now. If it spreads to the ears of the old man, I'm afraid it will be bad, right?

?”

"You know nothing!" Han Guangtao closed his eyes and leaned on the pillow, "Have you ever heard the old man say that I am not allowed to date the prince?"

Fengbao was stunned when he heard this. After recalling it, he really didn't.

Even in the teahouse last time, the old man was so angry that he turned around and left. After returning, he did not tell the young master not to associate with the prince in the future.

Why is this?

The old man obviously became very angry when he mentioned the prince.

Fengbao scratched his head, really confused.

Han Guangtao usually never likes to say this, but today he was drunk and dizzy, so he pointed out Feng Bao and said: "Although my grandfather is not disrespectful to the prince, but do you think he is disrespectful to the concubine and the princess?"

Feng Bao shook his head when he heard this. This is really not the case. Every year, Mr. Han personally prepares gifts for his third birthday and two birthdays. He also goes to the palace to pay New Year's greetings every New Year.

"My father is now an official in the court, but our family is in the fiefdom of Prince Rui's palace. If the relationship between the two parties is as close as one family, what will the court officials think, and what will the emperor think?

"What's more, there is a reason why my grandfather was so unfaithful to the prince. He was of higher seniority, and he was severely humiliated by the prince.

"As long as my grandfather is careful and takes pride in small things, no one can say anything.

"But not only am I the same generation as the Crown Prince, but I also don't hold any official position. How can I be like my grandfather and take advantage of him in front of the Crown Prince?

"So now that the prince takes the initiative to get close to me, my grandfather will not stop him, but will actually be happy to see it happen. Do you understand?"

Feng Bao seemed to understand, but he understood that the young master would not be offended by the old master if he dated the prince.

In this way, he no longer has to worry about Mr. Han venting his anger on the people around Han Guangtao.

You know, as Han Guangtao's personal servant, he has been punished countless times for his master's mistakes since he was a child, and it has only been a little less in the past few years.

So at this moment, he finally said with confidence: "Young Master, just know what you are doing, okay? I'll wipe your face, please, feel comfortable!"

Han Guangtao went home and waited for a few days, and finally received a letter from his father from the city.

Moreover, he sent his capable subordinate Pan Jinchuan to personally carry the letter and send it back urgently.

When Mr. Han heard that someone came to report that it was Pan Jinchuan who had sent a letter from the capital, he thought something had happened to his son and hurriedly got off the couch. In his anxiety, he stepped on his foot and fell down.

Fortunately, the servant next to him had quick eyesight and quick hands, so he rushed forward and used his body to cushion his head, thus preventing the old man from being thrown out.

However, this fall caused the old man to spit all over the floor.

He didn't care about that much anymore. He got up in a hurry and spat a few mouthfuls before he could barely speak and said: "Hurry up and call people in!"

After Pan Jinchuan entered the house, he naturally had to salute and say hello first.

Mr. Han said anxiously: "No gifts, no gifts, tell me what's going on, I'm really worried to death."

While saying this sentence, he stopped twice and turned his head to spit into the spittoon aside.

Pan Jinchuan originally thought that his master was making a big deal out of asking him to come back to deliver the letter. But now that he saw Mr. Han acting like this, he realized that something was indeed not normal.

"Don't worry, old man. Everything is fine in the capital. I'm just coming back to deliver a letter." After saying this, he took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Mr. Han with both hands.

The letter was not sealed, and it was obviously not a confidential matter.

Mr. Han couldn't help but be a little confused. Since there was nothing wrong in the capital and the contents of the letter were not confidential, what else could happen that forced his eldest son to send Pan Jinchuan back to deliver the letter?

He took out the letter and looked at it, his face suddenly looked like he had knocked over a paint bottle.

The general meaning of the letter was to ask him not to hide his illness and avoid medical treatment. He also said that if he could not trust the Crown Prince and Lady Tong, he would ask Han Guangtao to accompany him to Beijing for medical treatment. There were many famous doctors in the capital, and they would definitely be able to cure the old man's illness.

But his son was always concerned about his health, and he couldn't lose his temper. He had no choice but to slap the letter on the table and breathe heavily.


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