The Divine Doctor And A Common Farmer-Chapter 1189 - 1267: A Friend Arrives from Afar

The entire family was eagerly waiting to see the spectacle of Yixuan. After taking a punch from the fourth brother, Yixuan could only obediently go stand in the corner and reflect. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

The people of Chuixue Manor couldn’t bear to watch their Master being so pitiful. For a moment, the servants of the manor looked at the Liang family couple as if they were watching a bunch of demons.

However, everyone understood somewhat that among these people, the men were the Master’s brothers, and the women were the Master’s husband and wife; this was the Master’s family matter. Even though they were loyal to the Master, at times like this... well, it’s best to back off, disperse, everyone scatter. Servants can’t meddle in the matters of the Master, they can only silently shed a tear like a crocodile for the Master, Sir.

But to get back to the point, the Master had always presented himself as warm and gentle as jade, carrying an air of calmness. When had he ever faced such a setback?

Even if the Master had suffered setbacks before, the servants of the manor had never seen it.

In short, this time Yixuan lost both his dignity and his integrity, but he himself remained calm and peaceful, adhering to the punishment of reflection, enduring the cold night wind in the courtyard for an entire night. During this time, the fourth brother, perhaps fearing he’d play tricks, actually brought a small stool to the courtyard to watch over him.

Yixuan: "..."

Well, since it’s self-inflicted, he must swallow this bitter fruit.

By the time morning came the next day, Yixuan’s shoulders were covered with dew. He hadn’t slept all night, his legs were stiff and sore, and he even had two large dark circles under his eyes.

The fourth brother was expressionless, completely unsympathetic.

Yixuan didn’t beg for mercy either. Thinking of the hardships his spouse had endured over the years to find him, and recalling the near separation from his brothers during the earthquake, even Yixuan himself thought he was terribly wrong. He could only behave well, trying to restore his spouse and brothers’ impression of him with a very good attitude.

A servant hurriedly ran over, stifling a laugh as he approached Yixuan, and whispered, "Master, Young Master Feng has arrived."

"Fengsu?" Yixuan was startled, then looked back at the fourth brother, who sat sternly on the small stool with a solemn expression. The fourth brother seemed stunned as if he was in shock.

"Fourth brother, a friend has come from afar. May I pause my reflection?"

Fourth brother: "...Mm."

Yixuan exhaled a long breath, then headed out of the courtyard.

At this time, the daylight was just breaking. Dong Huiying and Wu Wang were sharing a room. The child woke up early, and naturally, Dong Huiying woke up as well.

She held Wu Wang, preparing to wash up, when she saw Yixuan bringing a familiar person from Xihui Courtyard.

"Young Master Feng?" Dong Huiying was a bit surprised. It had been several months since their parting in the Great Northwest. He was a person of noble status, indeed, what a small world. However, judging by Fengsu’s appearance, he didn’t seem the least bit surprised or shocked to meet Dong Huiying and others here. Although Fengsu’s face did not look very good, once a handsome man with an aura of nobility, now he had stubble on his chin and bloodshot eyes.

"Lady Dong." Fengsu nodded at Dong Huiying and then looked at Yixuan.

Yixuan immediately understood and led the way, guiding Fengsu into his room. Yixuan’s room was filled with paintings, all of which he dug out from the ruins. Previously locked in an iron box, they were all portraits of his spouse.