There was a scratch on the left cheek, and blood overflowed from the wound. The blood was blurry at first glance.
"Your... face is hurt."
As soon as Zhong Heqing opened his mouth, Jiu Ji noticed some pain on her face.
Sun Yuanjing also saw it and said, "My lady's face was so bruised."
There was pain, but not much. Jiu Ji replied, "It's a small injury." She noticed that the grip on her wrist had not yet relaxed, so she couldn't help but glance at it.
The man was slightly startled and immediately let go.
"I'll invite a doctor for you." He lowered his eyes and motioned to Gao Xing to invite someone to come over.
Jiuji didn't care much about such a minor injury, and ignored the strange behavior of the young lady. Instead, she looked at the unconscious woman twice, "Is this girl... okay?"
Jiuji was asking Taoist Master Liao.
In order to solve this girl's dissociated soul syndrome, the old Taoist priest thought about it day and night for many days, and finally came up with a safe solution. Unexpectedly, there was an accident today.
He thought it would never happen, but now, the old man was clutching his gray beard tightly, in disbelief.
"...How can it be solved? It's just solved?"
He murmured these two words, and just when he heard Jiu Ji's heart beating secretly, he suddenly turned around and asked.
"May I ask, madam, what happened down the well just now?"
Jiuji shook her head cautiously.
"No."
After saying that, the old Taoist priest frowned even more.
"That's strange..."
Jiuji couldn't help but regret in her heart.
It turned out that these Taoists were invited by Zhong Heqing to cure the girl's dissociated soul syndrome. Fortunately, he was worried about causing trouble, so he relieved her instead.
She secretly felt that it was difficult to handle, but Zhong Shaoqing asked at the right time.
"Old Taoist Priest, has Miss Li's soul-leaving syndrome been cured?"
But Taoist Master Liao nodded repeatedly when he heard this.
"It's indeed solved. I just went to explore her soul, and her soul has completely returned to the body!"
Taoist Master Liao was surprised, and several fellow Taoists and disciples were also in disbelief.
They thought the failure of the formation caused the woman to scream and run wildly, but to their surprise, the symptoms were cured.
Sun Yuanjing also followed suit and said, "Ah! It's really getting better. I just need to wake up!"
He didn't think much about it, and said to several other Taoist priests, "You have all tried your best just now, and finally your efforts were not in vain!"
When he said this, everyone felt the same. Just forming a formation to cast spells cost a lot of energy.
Everyone complimented Taoist Priest Liao again. Taoist Priest Liao didn't feel that he had put in much effort, but he said, "It should be God's help. Blessings are born in the infinite deity."
He chanted the name of the god, and everyone respectfully thanked the god. This seemed to be a sign of mercy from the god.
No one doubted Jiuji. Jiuji couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. She continued, "It's okay, it's okay. It's okay."
The blood on her face was blurred, and she looked relaxed.
Zhong Heqing glanced at her quietly.
She didn't notice, she just nodded politely and said goodbye to everyone, without saying anything to him, and turned back to the inner courtyard.
There was wind at Jiu Ji's feet, and her muddy skirt flew up with her footsteps. She didn't notice the gaze of someone, and followed her footsteps closely, looking at her for a few more breaths.
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Jiu Ji didn't expect that a small injury would cause such a fuss in the yard.
Seeing the blood on her healthy face, and hearing her daughter Jin Li talk about the frightening moment just now, Mrs. Jin was so frightened that she couldn't help but chant the Buddha's name.
Jiuji felt funny in her heart.
If her injuries hadn't been seen by mortals, she would have just had to sleep and be fine tomorrow.
Thinking of this, Jiu Ji felt really sleepy. She was about to close her eyes and take a nap when she suddenly heard familiar footsteps coming to her door.
She looked sideways, with a look of surprise and doubt in her eyes.
Why did Mr. Shaoqing have the time to come in person?
Jiuji didn't say what she was thinking, but the man could read it in her eyes.
He pursed his lips slightly uncomfortably before speaking.
"The doctor is here."
Jiu Ji subconsciously waved her hand.
"No need for a doctor."
"Let's take a look." He repeated again in a dull voice.
Jiu Ji felt that he was just like when he was down in the well, he insisted on letting her wrap it around his waist twice more, and if she didn't comply, he would keep talking.
She really couldn't figure out his temperament, and she was too lazy to figure it out, so she just followed what was good.
"Then let's see."
Jiuji's injury was indeed not serious, but it was on her face, and it would easily leave scars if not done properly.
The doctor looked at it carefully and said that it was not serious. Then he explained to Jin Niang and his daughter how to take care of her carefully in the next few days. He also opened a bottle of ointment to remove scars and ordered Zao Zao to do so. Don't cook meals with heavy flavor and color.
After a while, the doctor packed up his things and left, saying he would come back in two days.
Jiu Ji was dumbfounded by the complicated process of treating a mortal. Now she saw Zhong Heqing sending the doctor out, and said to Mrs. Jin and her daughter, "Actually, it doesn't have to be that troublesome."
She is not a noble person.
But Mrs. Jin said, "My wife is hurt on the face, and even the husband dare not neglect her."
These words made Jiu Ji understand that mortals valued face very much, and even Zhong Shaoqing, who didn't want to be with her and really didn't like her, had to hire a doctor for her.
Jiuji's face looked fine, but she cast a spell down the well to relieve the girl's soul-leaving syndrome. Not to mention that Xuchi collapsed, she herself also felt obviously over-consumed.
Mrs. Jin and her daughter finished their work, and Jiu Ji was about to go to the couch to meditate and adjust her breath, when she heard footsteps approaching again.
Jiuji used her little energy to look towards the door and saw that the young minister from Dali Temple was back again.
Jiu Ji was surprised, could it be that, "Invited the doctor again?"
In the eyes of mortals, is face so important?
When she was like this, she was stunned for a moment when she saw the man at the door. She stopped in front of the threshold and said, "Do you feel uncomfortable somewhere? Then I'll go to the Imperial Hospital and ask a physician to come to your door..."
As he spoke, he turned around and called for someone.
Jiuji hurriedly called out to him.
"There is no discomfort. I don't mean to call in a doctor!"
"That is?"
Jiuji said bluntly.
"I made a mistake. Do you have anything else to do when you come back?"
She asked clearly, her long eyebrows furrowed and her head tilted slightly. There was no resentment on her face, only confusion in her eyes.
But these expressions of confusion were like the cool wind blowing on Zhong Heqing's body, making his heart feel slightly chilly.
He's been treating her so badly these days...
The heavy rain that destroyed the temple many years ago left a deep impression on him. In his impression, Miss Tang was only domineering, bullying, and colluding with the nanny Liu.
So much so that she asked him to fulfill his promise to marry her. He would marry her and do his best according to her request for heirs, but he never really took a look at her and saw what kind of person she was.
But after marrying her, her behavior, especially in recent days, was different from what he originally thought.
Would the domineering Miss Tang buy only two kilograms of hawthorns on Donghua Street under Lu Gaoxiao's generous suggestion?
Will she be forcibly kicked out of the mansion after her misbehavior?
And today, she clearly escaped, but because she wanted to pull Li Ling who rushed to the well, she was involved and fell down the well.
This was a subconscious attempt to save people, not hypocrisy. Moreover, she had a large scratch on her face, and she was not in a hurry even if she didn't cry. Instead, she didn't care much...
Zhong Heqing looked at the people on the couch by the window.
She only wore a light yellow cloth shirt, which was dull in color. Her lips were pale and bloodless, and the scratches on her face were extremely eye-catching. At this moment, she frowned and looked at him in confusion, wondering what he was doing here.
She seems to be Miss Tang Yirao.
And it seems like...
no.
This strange thought flashed through Zhong Heqing's mind.
With just one flash, Zhong Heqing pinned him down.
Regardless of whether she is or not, she is the wife that Zhong Heqing brings home.
No one should treat his wife as coldly as he did.
Besides, he and she are already married...
The man's eyes slowly fell on her face and his voice was low.
"The injury... still hurts?"
Jiuji:?
Asking for help?
Is it also a necessary reaction after a mortal face is injured?
"fine."
She looked at him cautiously, her eyes turning from puzzlement to vague vigilance.
In this vigilant gaze, Zhong Heqing suddenly thought of the wedding night when the red wedding candles burned all night long.
After he finished his business in the tent that night, he quickly left without any intention of staying.
At that time, she stood in front of the tent with her head tilted, obviously waiting for him, but he didn't say a word, or even looked at her for too long, and just left.
The next day, he didn't come. On the third day, he once again fulfilled his promise and left immediately after finishing.
He didn't feel happy at that time, and naturally there was no joy between him and her...
But now when I think back to her actions in the past few days, I look at the vigilant look in her eyes now.
Zhong Heqing felt bitter in his heart.
Despite her gaze, he did not leave, but walked forward slowly. In her surprised and confused eyes, he gently sat next to her across the small table on the couch.
