Ye Shuhua looked at Ye Fan with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

"A little accident is fine." Ye Fan was unwilling to tell the truth. It was incredible to use his daughter-in-law to attract the enemy.

"What's the accident?" asked the county lord Zhaoping.

Ye Fan frowned and said, "Don't ask so much, go in and see Yuxian."

The county lord Zhaoping glanced at him in dissatisfaction, turned into the bedroom, "Yuxian, how are you? Where is the injury? Is it so painful?"

Song Ruoxi opened her eyes, looked at her, chuckled softly, and said, "Mother, I'm fine."

"Okay, why are you injured? What happened?" County Lord Zhaoping sat down beside the bed and asked with a frown.

"A little thing has passed." Song Ruoxi's whole body was in pain and she didn't want to say more.

Seeing that her face was not very good, the Zhaoping County Lord did not continue to ask questions, and asked Canniang Niang and others to take good care of her, and got up and walked out.

The good doctor finally reset Ye Shuhua's other hand, wrapped it with medicine, tied it with splint, wiped it with sweat, and said, "Young City Lord, don't get wet these days, don't move around."

"I understand." Ye Shuhua spit out the cork that was almost bitten by him, and his voice was weak and authentic.

"Hua'er." County Lord Zhaoping looked at him with splints on both hands, stretched out his hand, not daring to touch him, worried that he would hurt him, "How are you?"

"Mother, I'm fine, don't worry." Ye Shuhua tried hard to squeeze out a smile to comfort her.

The Zhaoping County Lord cried with distress: "You are still okay in this way, so what does it mean to be something?"

Ye Fan grabbed her and said, "It's getting late. My son has injuries. Let him rest early. Don't cry here and disturb him. Go back first, and you will come to see him tomorrow."

"I'm not at ease with him like this. I want to guard him here." County Lord Zhaoping refused to leave.

"What should you do if you stay here?" Ye Fan asked.

The Zhaoping County Lord's expression froze, and he was confused when he was concerned. He forgot about his son's marriage. After repeatedly asking Ouyang and others to take good care of Ye Shuhua, he left with Ye Fan.

Ye Shuhua leaned on the pillow and relieved for a while. She felt that the pain on her arms was slightly reduced. She had to stay in the bed with her shoes.

Ouyang did not dare to help him, and asked anxiously, "Young City Lord, where are you going?"

"I'm going to see..." Before Ye Shuhua finished speaking, she saw Xiangxiu helping Song Ruoxi come out, "Yingying, why are you coming out? You have injuries on your body and you have to rest in bed."

"Okay, don't worry about me, sit down, don't move around." Song Ruoxi slowly walked to him and sat down.

"Yingying, I'm sorry." Ye Shuhua said apologetically.

"You don't blame you for this, needless to say sorry." Song Ruoxi didn't know whose idea was, but she believed that Ye Shuhua would not take risks with her.

"He is my father." Ye Shuhua lowered his eyelids guiltily and did not dare to look at Song Ruoxi.

"He is him, you are you." Song Ruoxi gently touched his hand with a splint tied, "How is your hand?"

"The good doctor said it was nothing serious. I just put on the splint just to get better faster." Ye Shuhua's arm was a great blessing in disguise, not a comminuted fracture.

"After your hands are recovered from injury, it shouldn't affect your hug, right?" Song Ruoxi leaned into his ear and asked in a low voice.

Ye Shuhua's depressed mood improved instantly, and she smiled and said, "It won't affect it."

Song Ruoxi smiled, "As long as your hands are fine, nothing else matters."

"Yingying, thank you." Ye Shuhua said gratefully.

"We are husband and wife. If we say thank you, I should say thank you. If you didn't catch me, I would have died."

Ye Shuhua asked in confusion: "How could you fall from above?"

"I didn't fall, I jumped."

"You jumped down!" Ye Shuhua's voice rose a few times, "Do you know how dangerous that is?"

"I'm scared when I think about it now. If there is another time, I shouldn't dare to jump again." Song Ruoxi shivered when she recalled the weightlessness she felt when she fell.

"There won't be a next time, no...hiss!" Ye Shuhua wanted to hug her, but when he touched her arm, he gasped in pain.

"Sit down and don't move around." Song Ruoxi carefully held his hand.

After a while, Vanilla and Qiaoer brought the boiled medicine in. The two of them drank the medicine, washed and changed their clothes, and went to bed.

Song Ruoxi was afraid that he would touch Ye Shuhua's hand and stay away from him.

"Yingying, come here a little bit." Ye Shuhua said.

"I'll touch your hand."

"You won't come across it at a little bit."

Song Ruoxi looked at the distance between each other and moved a little bit.

"Come over a little longer." Ye Shuhua felt that it was still too far away.

"I'll be next to your hand when I go over again."

"I can't stand it, there is still such a wide place."

Song Ruoxi moved a little more, "Okay, that's it, don't talk about it anymore, go to bed."

Ye Shuhua smiled and closed his eyes obediently.

The next day, after many years of life, Ouyang returned to his old business and fed Ye Shuhua, who had both hands inconvenient. Ye Shuhua's face turned red from eating until he finished eating. When Song Ruoxi saw his embarrassment, he held back his laughter and tears came out.

Ye Shuhua saw her crying and thought she was uncomfortable, "Yingying, why are you crying? Is your back hurting again?"

"No, it doesn't hurt." Song Ruoxi wiped away the tears with a silk palette, "I choked by the vegetables."

"Eat slowly, don't worry." Ye Shuhua believed it was true.

Song Ruoxi nodded and lowered his head to drink porridge.

After breakfast, Ye Shuhua and Ouyang went out, he said, "Xiangduo, Xiangxiu, hurry up and clean up the things, we are leaving here."

Song Ruoxi was surprised, "Where are we going?"

"Let's go to Qingyuan to see your father-in-law and mother-in-law, and then travel around the world." Ye Shuhua thought about it all night and decided to take Song Ruoxi with him.

Song Ruoxi knew that Ye Shuhua had resentment towards Ye Fan in her heart, and she could not let go of what Ye Fan did. Ye Shuhua wanted to take her away, which moved her very much. However, not to mention that they were injured now, even if they were not injured, it was impossible for them to leave as their identities. He had this intention, so he chuckled and said, "If you want to go to Qingyuan and travel around the world, you have to wait until we recover the wounds before we can go. How can we go out like this?"

Ye Shuhua looked down at his arms tied with splints and smiled bitterly: "I'm too impatient and I'm not careful. I'll leave when we recover from the wound."

"Okay." Song Ruoxi agreed.

Ye Fan ignored Song Ruoxi's safety and reputation and used her as bait. Not only did he fail to catch Chen Mo, but his son also made him resentful and regretful. He ordered that those who participated in the matter would not be allowed to spread the matter. However, Ye Shuhua had not come to Zhongyong Hall for several days to discuss the matter, which still aroused the speculation of all officials.

Then he vaguely knew that he was summoning a good doctor to treat Ye Shuhua that night, and he felt that something big happened even more. Of course, they just guessed something privately, and did not dare to discuss it openly, and they did not dare to let Ye Fan, whose face was getting darker, know that they were guessing about this.

Ye Shuhua and Song Ruoxi ignored the matter outside and hid in Shuyuyuan to recover quietly. The county lord Zhaoping came to visit them every day, and Ye Fan came over the next day. Ye Shuhua was cold and asked and answered. Song Ruoxi avoided entering the bedroom and did not meet him.

The Zhaoping County Lord realized something was wrong between the father and son, and asked them what happened. Both of them said it was okay. The Zhaoping County Lord was uneasy and tried his best to reconcile between the two, but unfortunately the results were minimal.

On that day, Ye Fan asked Ye Shuhua what Chen Mo was riding on that night. After he and the Lord of Zhaoping left, Song Ruoxi walked out of the bedroom and said, "The thing Chen Mo sat ascended to heaven is called a hot air balloon."

“What is a hot air balloon?”

Song Ruoxi thought for a while and said in a word: "Hot air balloon is a relatively simple flying tool, consisting of three parts: a balloon, a hanging basket and a heating device. After heating, the air in the balloon becomes smaller and lighter, and when there is enough gas, it can fly with the hanging basket."

“What is density?”

"Density..." Song Ruoxi frowned, "Density is a physical property of matter."

Ye Shuhua looked at her blankly.

Song Ruoxi's eyes turned and she smiled, "Do you know the sky lanterns that were put on next Yuan Festival?"

"Know."

"The hot air balloon is an enhanced version of the sky lantern."

Ye Shuhua frowned. The sky lantern was originally a hot air balloon made by Chen Mo based on the principle of the sky lantern. Is it also for war? His eyes sank a little and said, "If He Guo uses this hot air balloon to transport soldiers into the city to attack, it will be dangerous to climb Yingcheng."

Song Ruoxi smiled and said, "You don't need to worry about this. Because of technical problems, the hot air balloon he made has a limited load-bearing capacity, and it can accommodate up to three to four people. If he wants to attack the city, he has to prepare many, but it is not easy to prepare these things. Moreover, the hot air balloon is not controlled by humans. It flutters with the wind, and the changes in the wind can affect its direction."

Ye Shuhua heard her talk very well, and was a little curious about where she knew this knowledge. She asked with a smile: "Yingying, how could you know this?"

Song Ruoxi blinked, "I heard from Senior Brother Jingxuan, that is, Chen Mo's grandmother."

“Will you make hot air balloons?”

"I know the principle of it, but I can't do it."

Ye Shuhua hesitated for a moment and asked, "Yingying, can you write down what you know?"

"Of course." Song Ruoxi wrote down all the hot air balloon knowledge she knew.

Ye Shuhua wrote down what she wrote and told Ye Fan to listen to.

After hearing this, Ye Fan ordered a group of people who could make sky lanterns to think about this hot air balloon.

In the afternoon, Song Ruoxi held the book Hongxiao had just bought yesterday, and read it to Ye Shuhua with all his emotions.

"This paragraph is wrong. The person who writes books will definitely not know how to do martial arts. In that case, a thunder palm cannot be used." Ye Shuhua asked the wrong answer.

"This is a writing technique. When writing novels, of course, you have to be more exaggerated to be good-looking. It's real. What's the point?" Song Ruoxi curled his lips.

Ye Shuhua laughed and nodded and said, "It's reasonable."

"Of course I'm right." Song Ruoxi smiled and raised his eyebrows and continued to recite, "The boy slashed out a thunderous palm, and everyone was shocked..."
To be continued...