On the road of exile, one thing is more advantageous. In many cases, a ghost soldier can be replaced by a disease that is usually life-threatening.
Because generally on the exile route, anyone who got sick would not receive timely treatment, and they would have to walk for long periods of time every day, so minor illnesses would turn into serious ones.
It doesn’t even have to be a serious illness, it just needs to be that you can’t keep up with the schedule, which is a dead end.
Given this good opportunity, of course we must seize the time and save our lives quickly.
In the past few nights, she had picked up eight extra lives.
Nowadays, all the prisoners respect Ning Yue. After all, people eat grains, who can guarantee that they will not get sick.
Mother Lin was vomiting blood, and the old prime minister had a high fever and couldn't drink water or rice. Miss Ning was able to take medicine and it was effective. A doctor with such an effective effect was difficult to find even in the capital, let alone on the road to exile.
While Mr. Cui was away, Ning Yue was busy prescribing medicine and decoction. Fortunately, Caiyan Zitong was there to help, and Ying Lingzhu was also able to run around, otherwise she would have been really busy.
After reading the tenth chapter, she rubbed her sleepy eyes and went back to sleep.
Cui Maning stood on the roadside again, and Ning Yue was a little impatient.
It was late at night, and she just wanted to go back to sleep. She didn't want to play with this slut about who loves whom more.
She pointed to the front: "Ying Xianqing is over there."
But she stepped forward and stopped her, her face turned red without saying anything: "Ms. Ning, I'm here to apologize to you."
"Apologise?" Ning Yue raised her eyebrows.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have given you Croton's wedding dress. You didn't wear it, did you?" Cui Manning bit her lip and looked at her worriedly.
If she wears it and causes bad things, and she is to be blamed, how can she atone for her sin?
She is now penniless.
She couldn't help but secretly regret that she had been too impulsive.
"Did you give it to me? Why did you give it to me?" Ning Yue was surprised, thinking of the extremely luxurious red wedding dress.
She hesitated: "Anyway, I can't marry him, and the wedding clothes I prepared are no longer needed... Well... I just... think... I can't marry him, and you can't even think about it..."
"that's all?"
"Yes. My mother started preparing that wedding dress when I was 12 years old. I have always just wanted to marry..." She glanced at Ning Yue and finally swallowed the name: "Later, this wedding dress I originally planned to hang it, but I thought I wouldn't want it anyway, so I'll give it to you. At least he saw it, which makes me wholehearted. I don't want to give it in... so..." She raised her eyes again and glanced at him. Ning Yue.
Ning Yue was a little speechless.
This naughty child who doesn't understand the sufferings of the world should be called stupid or innocent.
Cui Maning was a little frightened by her look, and was ready to run away at any time: "I have already apologized, you can't hit me."
Ning Yue raised her fist: "I'll beat you up first and then apologize to you. Please don't argue with me, okay?"
She shook her head like a rattle: "No, no, no."
After thinking about it, he said timidly: "I spent more than 20,000 taels on that wedding dress. I gave it to you and you didn't wear it, so don't worry about it."
Yaoshou, it turns out that she is a rich woman who lost thousands of dollars just for the sake of hearing a sound. Silly white sweet stone hammered.
Ning Yue used poor mathematics to calculate, and found that 20,000 taels was not more than 4 million.
She thought that Xiuluo Pavilion's 6,000 tael wedding dress was already very expensive. As expected, in the world of rich people, there is no most expensive, only more expensive.
For the sake of 4 million, Ning Yue lowered her fist, but still said coldly: "You said it was a gift from Yingfu. I didn't like it, so I gave it back to him."
Cui Manning became anxious when she heard this: "If you give it back to him, I won't be exposed? You don't like such a beautiful wedding dress. What do you think? Are you stupid?"
Ning Yue raised her cold iron fist again.
Cui Manning was so frightened that she ran away.
Ying Xianqing still lay down early, and it seemed that she was already asleep.
Ning Yue quietly touched his hand and felt his pulse.
Ying Xianqing was alert when sleeping, and he woke up when Ning Yue came over, just pretending to be asleep.
Unexpectedly, a smooth, boneless hand came up from behind and stopped at the edge of his wrist.
Ying Xianqing quietly mobilized her internal energy to create a sick look.
Ning Yue frowned strangely in the dark. This connection seemed a bit strange. He looked very healthy at first, but after closer inspection, he discovered that he was really born with a weakness.
She pushed Ying Xianqing: "Where is the wedding dress I returned to you? Where is it?"
Ying Xianqing pretended to have just been woken up and turned over, her handsome eyes filled with the mistiness of just waking up: "Huh?"
"Where is the wedding dress I returned to you now? Gang Cui Manning came to apologize to me, saying that the wedding dress was a gift from her, and she put croton on it to make me look embarrassed at the wedding banquet."
Ning Yue squinted at him with a sneer on her lips: "Tell me, why did she do this?"
The words were spoken with a bit of gritted teeth.
This disease will only attract rich and powerful people to rotten peach blossoms.
Ying Xianqing started coughing again. Her fair face and sickly appearance made her look very delicate.
After coughing for a long time, he said: "I've put the wedding dress at home for now, and I'm still checking who gave it to me. It must have disappeared on the day of the house raid. My husband doesn't know that it was Miss Cui who did it."
Since he is still at Ying's house, he should be taken into her space.
Ning Yue suppressed her joy at getting rich again and watched him play dumb quietly.
Seeing her penetrating eyes, Ying Xianqing stopped pretending and smiled softly: "Madam, you guys had a big fight at the door of my house a few years ago. I think Madam should be able to sense her purpose."
He turned over and ignored her.
Ning Yue felt understood: Both of them are nymphomaniacs, you should understand why she did this better than me.
But those things were really done by the predecessor, and there is no way to argue with them.
Ning Yue turned over bitterly, turned her back to him, and started to sleep.
Actual consciousness sinks into space.
The connotation is nothing but his, so let’s see how smoothly he was snatched away by her.
It was hard work on the road to exile and she was busy rescuing people. She only ate what was collected from Ying's kitchen. She never had time to take a closer look at what was collected at Ying's house. She had to go and take a look. In addition to the sky-high price of wedding clothes, What else is good, baby.
The Ying family's belongings have been sorted out by the paper maid.
A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. It is said that the property of the ruined Hou Mansion can actually fill three rooms.
Not to mention the public warehouses, the private warehouses of the old lady, Ying Xun, Li Shi, Ying Muqing, Ying Xianqing and other members of the Ying family were all emptied by the ghost soldiers.
Among these warehouses, Li's private warehouse has the most items. After all, she is the matron of the house.
Ning Yue looked at each shelf and saw a lot of gold, silver, jewelry, silk and satin, and books and ornaments. She also found several boxes of silver notes and a few notes for loan sharking.
There is no real estate deed, so it seems that apart from printing money, he does nothing else to make a living, and printing money can only be done secretly.
After all, loan sharking is relatively risky and unstable.
Without a stable way to make money, the whole family was sitting on nothing. When all the money and supplies were used up, the Ying family didn't know what else they could rely on to survive.
The private treasury of the stepmother Zhang, who had only been in power for eight years, could hold more than ten rooms. All the people in the prince's mansions of several generations could collect a total of three rooms of property.
