In the dead of night, when everyone is still and everything is silent——
Fu Yunqing took off her hairpin ring, and her thick, smooth black hair stuck to her waist. She held a horn comb in her jade hand and gently combed the ends of her hair.
There is a flying pigeon biography on the dressing table, which reads: Chen Kang will enter the palace in the afternoon.
This is the information sent back by the shadow guard.
Chen Kang will make new moves under the instruction of Concubine Yu.
Fu Yunqing's beautiful eyes were cold, her expression was calm, and a fearless smile appeared on her lips.
She was not surprised by this, as if everything was under control.
Chen Kang was deposed, Chen Kang begged Concubine Yu for help, Concubine Yu borrowed a knife to kill...
Isn't it very logical?
"Creak" sound.
Tianying pushed the door open and walked in, wiped the sweat on her forehead and said, "Girl, Lin Yuezhou has some real skills. He prepared the ointment very accurately. When he applied it on the young master's body, the bedsores immediately subsided a lot. And that The techniques of removing slough and acupuncture points are really amazing!"
"That's good." Fu Yunqing planned to go and have a look tomorrow, "After all, I spend so much money, I can't just hire a loser."
"In addition, the girl asked the servant to find out the details of Lin Yuezhou." Tianying said slowly,
"First, the servant took the token from the house and went to Jingzhao Yin to ask Lin Yuezhou's directions. His identity was not false. He came from Jizhou, the country of Yuan. The servant then tricked him and found that although this man acted informally, he spoke in an informal way. There is no leakage, he only said that he was born a commoner, studied medicine since childhood, and happened to have some talent."
Fu Yunqing frowned and tapped the dowry slowly with an ox-horn comb. He thought for a moment before speaking: "Coming from Jizhou, Yuan State, proves that he is not a lackey of the second wife. Regardless of his past, as long as he can cure my brother's bone injury, I am willing to turn a blind eye. Nothing is more important than curing Ziheng."
"This slave will keep an eye on Changshui and Lin Yuezhou," Tianying said.
…
The next day, in the morning, the sun was shining brightly.
Fushouyuan.
Ms. Yuan was wearing a gold-gold melon and mouse-patterned coat, holding a small copper stove to warm her hands, yawning, and came to the old lady's room to say hello.
After the greetings, the old lady offered a seat.
Mrs. Yuan sat next to the old lady and poured tea and water for her. She lowered her voice and said, "Mother, you know, that girl Yunqing hired a famous doctor for Zi Heng. He said he can raise the flesh and white bones of the dead, and his medical skills are quite good." Extraordinary, but a bit more powerful than the imperial doctor in the palace."
The old lady closed her eyes and rested her mind, holding the Buddhist beads and reciting the incantation, but she didn't know whether she heard it or not.
Yuan couldn't figure out what the old lady was thinking, so she was a little impatient: "Mother, Xingye is your direct grandson by blood. Do you really want to watch Ziheng recover as good as ever and inherit your eldest brother's legacy? You also We know that Xingye’s father is a man who cannot stand up and has achieved nothing for decades. Without a rich family fortune, we as a family don’t know what kind of hard life we will live.”
Fuxingye is the son of the Yuan family and the grandson of the old lady.
Mrs. Fu Lao knows better than anyone else that her son Fu Ting's virtues can still be maintained while she is still alive. If she dies, given his gambling temperament, he may end up sleeping on the street within two or three years.
She could also understand why Mr. Yuan planned so hard to transfer the inheritance of the first house to the name of the second house.
"Do you think I am blind because of my old age? How can I not know that the second room has hired a famous doctor?" After a long silence, Mrs. Fu said, "Although the boss is not my biological child, and Zi Heng is not my biological grandson, my surname is Fu. Fufu belongs to a century-old hairpin family, and if there is a murder scandal just after he died in battle, what would outsiders think of Fujia?"
"Are we just going to watch Fu Ziheng recover?!" Ms. Yuan didn't understand.
"If you have time to make these calculations, why not go to the gambling house and bring Ting'er home first? I heard that he owed Ting'er another thousand taels of silver last night. You think of ill-conceived tricks all day long, so why not give your husband some advice in the future?" Study more and practice martial arts!”
The old lady held the crutch in her hand, threw it hard on the ground, and admonished in a serious tone, "A person in his forties or fifties can't even pass the examination to become a scholar!"
"No matter how he fails to pass the examination, he is still your biological son." Yuan was angry and bowed hastily, "My daughter-in-law will go to the gambling house to make money!"
Looking at Mr. Yuan's leaving figure, he helped the old lady hold a cup of tea and sighed: "Some things should not be done too hastily. The more haste you do, the more likely you are to make mistakes."
The freshly brewed tea was so hot that she quickly let go.
"Crackling——"
The tea cup was shattered on the floor!
So annoying!
With a "clang", Madam Fu dropped the teapot to the ground!
