Seeing that her attitude was so tough and her words were so clear, she helped the old lady move her face slightly and said slowly:
"Ziheng is my eldest grandson, how could I not care for him? How can you understand my good intentions? Ziheng has not recovered for a long time. I suspected that Sun Jiancheng was not good at medical skills, so I transferred him to my side under the pretense of a headache. The purpose is to test the depth of his medical skills and whether he can continue to stay by Ziheng's side. Now that Dr. Sun has been sold, I have long since found another famous doctor for Ziheng."
"Grandma is really conscientious and thoughtful. But did grandma ever remember that Ziheng was seriously ill and couldn't live without a doctor? After Dr. Sun was transferred, why didn't another doctor be found as a substitute? As a result, Ziheng was covered with carrion and bedsores. Fainting due to high fever. Grandma talks about how to care for Ziheng, but do you know how many bedsores appear on Ziheng’s body? How many pieces of rotten flesh have grown on him? Grandma probably hasn’t set foot in Qingzhuyuan for a long time."
Fu Yunqing's back was straight and his figure was dignified: "Grandma doesn't have to worry about doctors. As the eldest sister, I naturally know how to find a good doctor for Zi Heng."
These words left Madam Fu speechless. She knew she was in the wrong, but she had always managed her emotions very well. She immediately frowned fiercely, stared at Yuan with cold eyes, and pushed away the responsibility: "Yuan Shi!"
Yuan was shocked and immediately confused.
"Ms. Yuan, I clearly asked you to find another good doctor as a substitute, why didn't you do it? You actually took the initiative and transferred Renqing who was beside Ziheng. You are simply, simply outrageous! I usually give you warnings You are filial at the top and kind at the bottom. Are you so kind at the bottom?" Mrs. Fu got angry.
Ms. Yuan leaned on the corner of the table, her body limp and kneeling on the ground: "My mother taught me a lesson. It was my daughter-in-law who saw Renqing's cleverness and thought of transferring him to the second room and replacing him with a more intelligent and capable servant." Heng. I never expected that Chang Shui would be so lazy and lazy that Zi Heng would get bedsores without even knowing it."
"This matter must be explained to Ziheng and Yunqing no matter what." Mrs. Fu said, "Dr. Sun has been betrayed and will be punished for eighty years. If he is not beaten to death, he will continue to stay in Qingzhuyuan as a sweeper. Servant, make atonement for Ziheng."
"Yes, yes, my daughter-in-law thinks her mother's treatment is very fair."
Mrs. Fu looked at Fu Yunqing: "What do Yunqing think the result will be?"
The punishment seemed severe, but the principal offenders, the old lady and Mr. Yuan, were not injured at all.
This move is not bad at all.
Fu Yunqing smiled faintly and said slowly: "Second aunt transferred the servants from the first house without permission..."
A flash of light flashed in Mrs. Fu's eyes. It seemed that this matter was not over. She was silent for a moment: "Ms. Yuan..."
"Me? Daughter-in-law..." Ms. Yuan was a little confused, with an expression of 'what's wrong with me' written on her face.
"If it hadn't been for Yun Qing's reminder, I would have forgotten to deal with you. Do you think that you have done nothing wrong by transferring the servants of the eldest family without permission? You will be grounded for half a day and punished by copying Buddhist scriptures a hundred times. Pray for your eldest brother and sister-in-law! You will do it in the future. Do your duty and do not overstep your authority."
Yuan's expression was a bit far-fetched, but still respectful: "My daughter-in-law knows."
He helped the old lady turn around and enter the Buddhist hall: "Nothing happens, you all can go back."
Yuan was helped up by her grandma, walked to Fu Yunqing's side and said, "Yunqing, you know I am a person who always does bad things with good intentions. I wanted to replace Ziheng with a smarter one, but I didn't expect to attract so many people." It's... it's really unintentional, so don't take it to heart."
"Second Aunt, Yun Qing just wants to give you a message."
"Ah? Give me a word?" Yuan frowned.
Fu Yunqing looked at her and smiled slightly: "If you don't want others to know, you have to do it yourself."
Yuan's heart trembled slightly and she clenched her back molars. This little bitch... is really as annoying as her mother...
"Yun Qing, my second aunt also wants to give you a message." Yuan looked at Yun Qing's back and said calmly, "If the mountain falls, the house will collapse, and if the house collapses, people will be killed."
This is an insinuation by the Yuan family. Their father is dead, their backer has fallen, and their big house is in danger.
Fu Yunqing stopped and sneered: "The house where the second bedroom is located is sunny and cold, and the foundation is unstable. You must be careful. If it collapses someday, it will hit the second aunt."
Yuan was so angry that she trembled all over and tore her handkerchief.
When Fu Yunqing went to Qingzhuyuan, the whole house was brand new. The cute and hard-working Tianying had already scrubbed Ziheng's body, applied ointment, and changed into a clean and comfortable blue fleece jacket with a vertical collar and a crane cloak. He put a crown on his dark hair, helped him sit on a short couch, covered his waist with a thick blanket, and stuffed a small hand stove into his body.
Fu Ziheng had been sulking on the hospital bed for several months, staring quietly at the green bamboo leaves and falling snow outside the window with her deep and sad eyes.
There is also a girl maid sweeping the floor with a broom in the light snow.
Thinking of her meticulous care last night, Fuzi Heng blushed and lowered his head.
"Ziheng, are you feeling better today?" Fuyunqing asked as he walked.
"Sister... I have caused trouble for you... You have already put a lot of effort into dealing with your father's funeral, and now I am causing you trouble because of my illness. I don't know when I will be healthy enough to help you share the household chores." Fu Ziheng felt a little guilty. .
Fu Yunqing touched his brother's forehead to see if he had a high fever, and then said: "After my father and mother passed away, you are my last relative in this world. How can you be considered causing trouble? My sister only hopes that you will recover soon. Be the young man in bright clothes and angry horse back in the past."
"I will definitely... strive to recover as soon as possible..." Fu Ziheng said this to comfort his sister. He was so ill, and he already knew that he didn't have much time left.
The tip of Fu Yunqing's nose was slightly sour: "I brought Renqing back. If mother were still alive, she would definitely be able to cure your serious illness, but it's a pity that she...that's all. I'll go to the street to find a good doctor for you."
When Fu Yunqing found Renqing, his servant, Renqing was cleaning the latrine day and night. Is this what Yuan said was the person who replaced Renqing as the second wife? Would you trade a clever person to sweep a latrine? It is clear that he wants to marginalize Renqing and drive him out of Fufu in time, so that Ziheng will completely lose anyone he can use.
Thinking of this, Fu Yunqing's eyes became colder.
She took Tianying with her and left the house to find a good doctor.
Although she inherited some of her mother's medical skills and was best at preparing and detoxifying poisons, she was not good at treating bone injuries.
Not long after Fu Yunqing left Fu Mansion, a few people followed her sneakily. She turned around suddenly, but they all hid and disappeared.
Fu Yunqing winked at Tianying and walked towards a deserted grove on the street.
As soon as he stepped into the woods, he heard the sound of swords being drawn behind him.
"Wow——"
Fu Yunqing drew out the soft sword wrapped around her waist, twirled the hilt in her palm a few times, wrapped her arms around a beautiful sword flower, and looked coldly at the thirty or so men in black opposite: "Who are you?"
"It doesn't matter who we are. What's important is that your father is dead, and some accounts can only be blamed on you!" The assassin leader sneered, "Your father was a rigid official and didn't know how to adapt. He blocked the way of others. You can't do it because of that. If he dies, there will be no revenge, right?"
Fu Yunqing pondered for a moment, then said: "You are not my father's enemies, you are my enemies."
At the same time, Tianying also drew her sword out of its sheath.
Just when they were about to fight together, an indigo and white crane Taoist robe fell from the sky.
The man's posture was like that of an immortal, with his head raised seven feet high and his own strength. He landed firmly on the ground and stood in front of Fu Yunqing with a strong aura.
Fu Yunqing was stunned for a moment, then remembered and shouted: "His Royal Highness the Eighth Prince?"
