Jiang Jingyu looked at him without changing her expression: "Since I have married the general, the affairs of the general's mansion are my business. Now that my brother-in-law is in trouble, I naturally have to help him."
Of course she knew that one hundred taels of silver was not a small amount. Although to her it was three melons and two dates, to Zhou Huaiqian it was half a year's salary.
"They treat the lady like that, why should the lady treat them sincerely? Look at it, Yi Nu, even if you feed the dogs, you can't spend this money on them!"
Qiu Shuang pursed her lips and felt indignant for Jiang Jingyu. The General's Mansion didn't even give the lady food, so why would he want to spend her money?
"That's right! Miss, you can't spend this money on them! If there is one, there will be two, and there will be three. Their greed is fed by those who are not familiar with it!"
"Okay, I have my own sense of discretion."
Jiang Jingyu interrupted Qiu Shuang and Dong Xu who were singing in harmony.
Even the two maids who had just arrived at the General's Mansion could tell that the people in the General's Mansion were a bunch of unfamiliar wolves. How could Jiang Jingyu, who had the memory of his original body, not be able to tell?
She didn't get this money for free, she wanted to add fuel to the fire when Zhou Huaiqian was promoted to an official position!
Anyway, the silver will eventually return to her hands. Let alone one hundred taels, she will still give it to her even if it is five hundred taels!
Nanny Feng, who was sent by Zhang to Nanyuan to get the silver, came back soon, holding a one hundred tael silver note in her hand.
Even when she held the banknote in her hand, Zhang still felt a little unreal.
This is one hundred taels of silver notes!
Although the General's Mansion is a family of officials who have no worries about food and drink, the family is not well-off. The General's Mansion does not have many properties outside the country, and the second son Zhou Huaian is a miser. The whole family relies on the few properties in the General's Mansion. Living with Zhou Huaiqian's salary.
Madam Zhang held the banknote to her chest and warmed it for a while. After warming the banknote, she handed it to the boy with a look of reluctance.
"Take the silver note and go to the gambling house to redeem the second young master. Remember, you must watch the remaining fifty taels of silver and never fall into the second young master's hands again!"
On the other side, it’s too hospital.
Song Wenjing was sitting on the imperial chair, holding her forehead and taking a nap. In front of her were more than a dozen imperial doctors who were rummaging through medical books.
After returning last night, Song Wenjing informed the imperial doctors of her condition and asked them to study the cause of her condition last night.
But a whole night passed, and the imperial doctors never gave a reply. After the court, Song Wenjing personally drove to the imperial hospital.
As the sound of turning books stopped, the doctors raised their heads one after another. You looked at me and I looked at you, and finally they all shook their heads.
"How? Is there any record of my situation in the book?"
Song Wenjing slowly opened her eyes and looked at the dozens of imperial doctors in front of her.
The head of the Taiyuan Hospital raised his hands and said: "Back to Your Majesty, I have searched through all the medical books in the Taiyuan Hospital and have not found the cause of your Majesty's symptoms."
Song Wenjing frowned slightly, but it was not even recorded in the medical books of Taiyuan Hospital. It seemed that the situation last night was a bit tricky.
Another imperial physician probed: "Your Majesty, I thought that since Your Majesty did not exclude women last night, could it be that His Majesty's illness has been cured?"
"No, I still hate other palaces and concubines except my mother and queen."
Finally, Song Wenjing added: "When the woman and my body were pressed together last night, I never felt disgusted."
Doctors, you look at me and I look at you. I really can’t figure out what kind of disease your Majesty has.
Could it be that that woman was a salvation sent by God to His Majesty?
When this idea came to their mind, they themselves thought it was ridiculous.
But since Your Majesty doesn't dislike being near that woman, maybe it would be better if His Majesty could have more contact with her?
Thinking of this, another imperial doctor said: "Your Majesty, I thought that since Your Majesty does not reject the contact with that woman, there may be something different about that woman. As long as we understand the difference between that woman and other people, the disease on Your Majesty's body will be cured." It can be cured without treatment.”
"I second the proposal."
The other doctors also felt that what he said was reasonable and nodded in agreement.
the difference……
Song Wenjing paused and thought of the faint fragrance. He closed his eyes and recalled the smell.
"The fragrance on her body smells very good."
Imperial doctors: "..."
No, I want your Majesty to think carefully about how that woman is different from others. Why does your Majesty still think about it? ?
The imperial doctors looked at Song Wenjing expectantly: "Your Majesty, what else?"
Song Wenjing thought of Jiang Jingyu's face, and four words came to his mind unconsciously - overwhelming the country and the city.
He is not a frivolous person, and naturally he will not differentiate between people based on their appearance.
Song Wenjing looked at the imperial doctors and said two words calmly: "No more."
"No, no more?"
The doctors were startled and looked at each other helplessly: "This is going to be difficult to handle."
For a moment, Taiyuan Hospital fell into silence again.
At a stalemate——
Doctor Wang's eyes suddenly lit up: "Your Majesty, I have a trick that I don't know whether to say or not!"
"But it doesn't matter."
"Since the fragrance on that woman's body has impressed Your Majesty, perhaps the difference between her and others lies in this fragrance. I think that as long as the perfumer can concoct the fragrance on her body and use it on others, the problem will be solved. !”
"What if the problem is not Youxiang?" Doctor Zhang asked back.
"If You Xiang is not the key, then she will be admitted to the palace. If your Majesty can see her every day without feeling disgusted, over time, I believe that your Majesty's symptoms of hating women will naturally disappear."
"What Dr. Wang said makes sense!"
"Your Majesty, I think Dr. Wang's method can be tried!"
The imperial doctors all bowed their hands to Song Wenjing and agreed with the suggestion of the imperial physician Wang.
They have been studying His Majesty's illness for these years, but there has been no progress. If they can solve this problem by mixing incense, it will not appear that they are too incompetent.
Song Wenjing listened to the advice of the imperial doctors, and when he returned, he asked a painter to draw Jiang Jingyu's appearance through his description.
Several painters drew more than a dozen pictures of Song Wenjing but were not satisfied. In the end, they had to draw the pen themselves and outline Jiang Jingyu's appearance on rice paper.
Song Wenjing lowered her head and painted every frame extremely seriously.
The painter and perfumer stood aside, watching his movements curiously. They all wanted to know what the woman in His Majesty's mouth looked like.
As the last stroke came down, Song Wenjing put the brush aside and gently blew on the still-dry portrait in front of her.
"The person I am looking for is her."
Under the curiosity of the painter and perfumer, Song Wenjing picked up the portrait in her hand.
One of the perfumers' pupils trembled: "This, this is not..."
