Chapter 75 Lift me up high, I'll lift you up high!

Chen Delin walked towards his grandson's yard thoughtfully.

When he arrived at the gate of the courtyard, he met his son who was rushing over.

"Father? What happened to you?"

Seeing that he looked worried, Chen Ying looked at him worriedly.

Then his eyes suddenly widened, his tone became a little anxious, and he ran forward hurriedly.

"Could it be that Yijiang is seriously injured?"

Chen Delin said unhappily.

"He's fine!"

Hearing this, Chen Ying breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at him.

"So what are you doing?"

Chen Delin handed him the paper.

"Let's take a look."

This was what he had just drawn according to the pattern Yu An left at the door.

Chen Ying took it without knowing what was going on. He glanced at it casually and his expression suddenly changed.

"This...Father, where did this come from?"

"It was Yu An who thought of it."

"You never expected it, did you? Yu An was concerned about the wear and tear of horse hooves, so he wanted to make a pair of shoes for the horse, and that's when he came up with this horseshoe."

Then he took a look at the room of his troublesome grandson and let out a long breath.

"But look at our Yijiang. Let's not talk about other things. After studying for more than a year, he can still use words incorrectly!"

Chen Ying kept frowning as he stared at the piece of paper in his hand.

"horseshoe?"

Was this really the idea of ​​Yu An?

Chen Delin was still reflecting on himself.

All children are the same when they are born. It must be because they were not raised or taught well.

He was dejected and muttered to himself.

"I was just wondering, is it true that we two really don't know how to raise a child?"

"After all, we are the ones who delayed Yijiang."

Chen Delin nodded as he spoke.

"That's right. We two rough guys are not as considerate as the ladies."

After saying this, he glanced quietly at his son beside him and spoke tentatively.

"Yijiang's mother has been gone for more than three years. How about you..."

"Father!"

Chen Ying interrupted him with a helpless look on his face.

"Didn't I say this a long time ago? I already have Yijiang, and our Chen family has an heir. I really don't plan to marry again."

"Then you say!"

Chen Delin's eyes widened.

"What should we do about Yijiang's problem?!"

Chen Ying sighed.

"Calm down first. He is still young, so it is normal for him to like to play. If he really can't learn, just change a few more teachers for him. You will always find a suitable one."

Chen Delin's jaw was clenched and his beard trembled three times with anger.

Is that just a playful thing?

Humph!

If you knew what he just said, you would be angrier than me!

Just at this moment, the court doctor came out with a tray.

"Master, sir."

Looking at the medicine on the tray, Chen Ying's face showed anxiety and worry.

"How is Yijiang injured?"

The court doctor bowed his body.

"Don't worry, sir. The weather is getting colder, so the young master is wearing thicker clothes. He is just red and swollen from being bitten, but his skin is not broken."

"I have already taken medicine to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis."

Hearing this, Chen Ying nodded and waved his hand.

"That's good, you go down first."

The Chen family father and son gently opened the door and walked into the room.

"Butler Zhao, go tell the kitchen later that I want to eat goose stewed in an iron pot today. Stew all the geese in the backyard for me!"

As he spoke, Yi Jiang pounded the pillow under his chin several times.

But the movement was too big and it affected the injured area, causing him to gasp in pain.

"Hiss! It hurts so much."

"Hey my little master, please be quiet for a while."

Butler Wang poured him a glass of water and put it to his mouth.

Chen Ying, who was at the door, heard his son's words, smiled and shook his head.

Isn't it just that you are a little greedy and playful?

My father just loves to make a fuss.

But the next moment, he couldn't laugh anymore.

Yijiang took the cup, took a big gulp, then wiped the corner of his mouth, buried his head in the pillow, and spoke in a muffled voice.

"Alas, Butler Zhao, why is my father so useless?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Ying frowned.

When the butler saw them, he was startled, bowed and was about to call for help, but Chen Ying gave him a look to stop him.

The housekeeper had a sad face.

"Young Master, you can't say that. Your Excellency is in charge of the entire Beihuang City. How powerful is that?"

"What's so great about that? He can't even lift me up high. I doubt he can even hold me!"

Yijiang waved her hand domineeringly.

"Give the order!"

"In the future, I must ask the kitchen to make more supplements, such as bird's nest, wolfberry, ginseng, and deer antler. Stew them all and have them three times a day to nourish father!"

Hearing what he said, the butler's mouth twitched.

"My Lord, he's just not good at expressing his emotions."

It's not fake, right?

As he spoke, the housekeeper secretly patted Yijiang on the back and shoulders several times.

My dear, please stop talking like that. You don't want your butt anymore, do you?

Unfortunately, Yi Jiang was completely unaware and continued to jump crazily on the edge of danger.

"And he doesn't even know how to swing. He's so stupid. No one wants him when I give him away."

broken!

Seeing Lord Chen's increasingly gloomy face, the housekeeper's heart was as stagnant as a pool of water.

This time he didn't hint at anything, he just went for broke and took his hand back.

Young master, I have done my best. May you be blessed.

However, Yijiang moved his shoulders.

"Huh? Why don't you press it anymore? It's making me feel really good."

Yi Jiang raised his head and as soon as he opened his eyes he saw his father's face which was so dark that it looked like ink was dripping out.

"Father?"

He chuckled.

"When did you come?"

Chen Ying sneered.

"When you said you wanted to eat goose stewed in an iron pot."

Oh no!

Yijiang felt a chill in his heart. He jumped up from the bed and onto the ground. He didn't even bother to put on his shoes and ran out.

However, after struggling for a long time, his legs were getting farther and farther away from the door. He looked down and found that his feet had left the ground.

I could hear the sound of my father gritting his teeth in anger.

"Lift you up high, huh? Can I lift you up high?"

Yijiang kicked and struggled for a few times, shaking his head repeatedly.

"No, how tired are you?"

"It's okay. Didn't you just say you wanted to help me mend it?"

Chen Ying turned and looked at the housekeeper.

"Butler Zhao! Go get my ruler!"

Yijiang struggled desperately.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I won't do it again!"

He turned to his grandfather for help.

"Grandfather, I know I was wrong. Please ask father to stop punishing me."

Chen Delin turned around, put his hands behind his back, took square steps, and walked out slowly.

He rubbed his ears as he walked.

"I am really old. My ears are useless."

"Let's go back and take a nap."

Yijiang stretched out his hand and grabbed his back, his voice filled with tears and every word choked with sobs.

"No, Grandfather, don't go!"

After a cup of tea, Yijiang, who had a meal of stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots, covered his red palms and shed tears of regret.

He wiped his nose and tears, staggered, and moved around the room with difficulty, rummaging through boxes and drawers to pack his things.

"Wuwuwu…"