Dr. Cui wiped his tears and looked very sad. He choked up and said, "I wish I could cure it back then. My mother died of vomiting blood. That day, she vomited so much blood that the bed and the floor were all covered with blood. Even the doctor couldn't stop it. I can’t help it, it turns out that just a few pills can save my mother’s life.”
Ning Yue fell silent, wanting to comfort her with a few words, but the pain of losing her mother could not be alleviated by a few words of comfort.
She sighed softly, patted his shoulder, turned around and went to cook the medicine herself.
Lingzhu had already lit the fire. Just now, the sister-in-law confidently told the child that she would give him a healthy mother in a few days.
The feeling of saving others from despair was so good, and she really wanted to have this ability.
She watched Ning Yue pour the water from the water bag into the medicine jar and start decoction, but she hesitated several times.
Ning Yue finally couldn't help it anymore: "What do you want to say?"
Ying Lingzhu thought for a while and asked, "Sister-in-law, my brother always coughs. Will he vomit blood like that person in the future?"
Brother is his closest relative, and she doesn't want to lose him again.
Ning Yue smiled and said: "Don't be afraid, I will cure him if he vomits blood."
It would be best if he is almost dead and she can be cured, so that she can have one more ghost soldier.
Ying Lingzhu couldn't hear Xiao Jiujiu in Ning Yue's heart, and the two looked at each other and smiled.
Ying Lingzhu felt that the distance between him and his sister-in-law had suddenly become much closer.
Suddenly there was a quarrel nearby, and Ning Yue heard the voice of Cui Langzhong.
She asked Lingzhu to guard the fire and deliver the medicine as soon as it was ready, then she ran towards the noise.
Dozens of people quickly gathered there. There was no way around it. This time it was gossip about the once-high-ranking prime minister's family.
Ning Yue got into the crowd and saw Mr. Cui holding the prime minister's beard, beating him on the back with one hand, and still cursing: "Three kinds of medicine can cure my mother. She obviously doesn't need to die, why do you Don’t dare to ask the imperial doctor! You only have eyes for this official uniform, you are not a son of man!”
The usually serious old prime minister was being pulled by his beard by his younger brother, describing him as embarrassed, but he did not hide and silently endured his younger brother's atrocities.
The onlookers heard his back being beaten so loudly that they felt a little unbearable for a moment.
Next to him, the prime minister's wife burst into tears: "Don't beat me anymore. Do you think he has been feeling better all these years? His pain is no less than yours!"
A middle-aged man and a young man rushed forward and hugged Cui Hanzhi. The young man loudly advised: "Uncle, please talk to me if you have something to say. You two are old, so don't make any trouble."
Cui Manning stood aside like an ant on a hot pot, unable to intervene. She was so anxious that she dragged Ying Xianqing to help.
Ying Xianqing was an outsider and could not help, so he had no choice but to become a spectator.
He glanced at Ning Yue from a distance. When he heard the noise, he thought something had happened to Ning Yue. He followed the sound and saw that she was just watching the fun, and felt relieved.
Ning Yue glanced at him and looked away, hmph, a beauty comes to you at the drop of a hat, a man without moral integrity.
An onlooker nearby said disdainfully: "When my mother died, the funeral was kept secret. It took several years to announce it. He deceived the emperor and was unfilial to his mother. He has not been unjustly shouldered by the charges of being unfaithful and unfilial to his mother."
"The Supreme Emperor didn't pursue the matter to account at the time. Why should we worry about it? It's just to settle accounts and find an excuse."
There was an official who was also defeated next to him. He knew some inside information and explained to the person next to him softly: "The year when the old prime minister's mother died was the period when the emperor and the emperor were competing for the throne, a critical moment of turmoil in the transition of imperial power. How could he retreat? If he accidentally , our people’s peaceful days are gone. Except for this incident, the prime minister’s lifelong service to the country and the people is really blameless. Mr. Cui really... let him go when he should."
The disdainful person continued to disdain: "It's just greed for power, no need to put it in such a nice way. Try it if your mother dies. I could have saved her, but I just watched her die and couldn't be buried in peace for several years. The so-called filial piety For the sake of the world, if you still say nonsense that should be said, it would be better for your mother to give birth to you than to give birth to a stick!"
The official was like a scholar meeting a soldier, his face turned red with anger: "You... you are a stick!"
The people nearby hurriedly advised them to be quiet and not to disturb us, who were watching the serious fun!
Unfortunately, Cui Hanzhi was restrained by the two men and couldn't move. After struggling for a few times, he couldn't get away. He jumped up and said angrily: "Cui Shan, let me go. I won't fight, okay?"
The two men indeed let go of him, but their postures were obviously still on guard.
If Cui Hanzhi acts rashly, he will definitely be strangled to death again.
Cui Hanzhi was also furious at first, but now he finally calmed down a little. Seeing the onlookers with different expressions, he rushed out of the crowd again with a dark face.
Ning Yue saw him rush to the back of the carriage and squat down without leaving. After thinking about it, he didn't go there after all.
He will deal with this sadness slowly by himself.
She held the torch and watched more than a dozen people's illnesses throughout the night before resting.
When sleeping at night, everyone uses the sky as their quilt and the earth as their bed. They find a flat place to sleep on.
The Ying family huddled together around the bonfire, and the old lady arranged for her to sleep next to Ying Xianqing.
The old lady was also worried. The couple had not spoken a word all day long, how could they get along and give her a great-grandson.
Ning Yue was not used to it for the first time. After all, she had never been so close to a man.
Later, I discovered that his sense of presence was too low. He always slept on his side with his back to her. He had no smell of sweat on his body and would try not to touch her. He would wake up the same before going to bed and his breathing would be light.
They are really like sisters and have no bad sleeping habits at all.
She also tried her best to adapt.
At this moment, Ying Xianqing was already lying down with her clothes on.
Seeing that he was breathing steadily, he seemed to be in a deep sleep.
Ning Yue thought of Ying Lingzhu's worry about him vomiting blood, and wanted to take his pulse, but thinking about the interaction between him and Cui Manning just now, she retracted her hand.
He's not going to die anyway, so why bother with his business.
She turned around and lay down, her consciousness entering the space.
Sure enough, one ghost soldier was added to the space, plus the three more people who helped others see a doctor before. Now, she has 6 ghost soldiers and two clouds of black mist.
The newly added ones should have been purchased to save Mother Lin. The other two black shadows were almost human-like, with a faint substance.
The dark sky, without 8 clouds of black mist, also revealed a corner of blue sky. Sunlight shone down from that corner, making the spring water shine.
If this were fully formed, this space would not be as beautiful as a fairyland.
Ning Yue moved some of her favorite treasures to the sun, played with them carefully for a while, and then reluctantly put them back.
Then he filled his bladder with water and fell asleep contentedly.
In the evening, several women helped out and cut out dozens of pairs of leggings. When she got up in the morning, she divided the leggings before going to see Mother Lin.
Mother Lin's face really improved a lot.
Lin Chuguang smiled as soon as he saw her: "Sister, my mother stopped vomiting blood after taking medicine last night."
Ning Yue nodded, Caiyan cooked more porridge last night, and let mother and son eat the hot food in the morning. Then she arranged for Lin's mother to lie down in the carriage to rest. There was a lot of cotton inside, it was soft and soft, and it was more comfortable than a hospital bed.
In the front room of the carriage, Ning Yue sat on the left, Mrs. Wang sat on the right in the morning, and the old lady sat in the afternoon.
Lin Yuguang walked beside the carriage.
Zhen'er was very happy to see her little brother. The two were considered to be of the same age, and it didn't take long for them to get to know each other. They chatted non-stop.
