Faced with such a scene, Yang Mo didn't know what to say, so she could only return the gifts one by one.
Ding Yuan judged: "I have written a memorial and sent it to the court, explaining clearly Miss Yang's new medicine for treating acne. Now no one has been sick in the epidemic area for two consecutive days. I only need to wait for another month to get rid of the plague.
Apart from."
When Ding Ke said this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, feeling relieved that they could finish their errands satisfactorily.
Yang Mo knew that Judge Ding wanted to ask the court for credit on her behalf. In fact, the credit was not much. As long as she could promote the new medicine and successfully return home to reunite with her mother, she would be satisfied.
Yang Mo came out of the treatment center and returned to the yard. Just as she was about to take off the cloth on her face, she raised her head and saw a man standing in the middle of the yard. His tall and straight figure made her stunned for a moment. She didn't recognize him until he turned his head.
It was Dong Zhao.
For some reason, every time she saw Dong Zhao, she was slightly stunned. The scene when she saw Dong Zhao for the first time was still in her mind. The haggard and thin Prince Wen Zheng and the handsome figure in front of her could never overlap.
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Yang Mo stepped forward and saluted.
Dong Zhao suddenly remembered that when he was wounded and entered the capital, he thought that as long as he handed over the memorial, he would save the soldiers behind him from the sin of defeat and allow them to return to the capital to reunite with their parents, wives and children. The memorial was successfully handed over to the emperor, and he left
When I returned home, I opened the door and relieved myself of all the burdens, but unexpectedly I fell ill.
Ever since Miss Yang rescued him, for some reason he had a vague obsession in his heart.
Not only the country, but also a family will need his support in the future. He will have to be more careful no matter what he does in the future.
Yang Mo didn't understand why Dong Zhao didn't speak. When he raised his eyes like this, the two people's eyes met. Yang Mo's eyes were filled with questions. Dong Zhao was not only firm and restrained as before, but also had some different emotions.
Dong Zhaodao: "The imperial court issued an official document asking Miss Yang to return to Beijing."
Liu Chengling had said before, but she didn't think it would be so soon. After all, the plague had not been eliminated yet. Yang Mo said, "When will we leave?"
"The decree should come out in the next few days," Dong Zhao said with a slight pause, "It is certainly a good thing that Ding Yuan decided to write a memorial for Miss Yang to ask for merit, but it is inevitable that some people will be unwilling to return to the capital. If Miss Yang is involved,
As long as I think nothing major will happen, I will report the situation here to the court exactly as it is."
It turned out to be a reminder to her not to panic no matter what happened.
Yang Mo's jaw head.
"If the Yang family is involved, don't come forward yet," Dong Zhao said solemnly, "This is not a good time to overturn the case, lest someone take advantage of you. Once the court is involved, it will be difficult to say anything."
Yang Mo raised her eyes, a little surprised. She wouldn't talk about court matters to a stranger, not even to the female family members at home. She originally thought it was just a minor disturbance, but now she had a vague feeling that something big was going to happen.
Yang Mo lowered his head to salute and looked at Dong Zhao's cloud-patterned official boots. The boots were motionless and showed no intention of leaving, so Yang Mo had to wait quietly.
Miss Yang lowered her head and wore a slightly dark collar. Wearing such a thick bra in the summer would inevitably make her feel stuffy. The cicadas on the tree kept chirping. Dong Zhao raised his head and saw the woman holding a pot looking out of the window.
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Dong Zhao put away his eyes, turned around and walked out.
Just as Yang Mo felt her throat dry and a little uncomfortable, the boots in front of her moved, and he walked past her and strode out of the yard.
Yang Mo couldn't help but thank Dong Zhao from the bottom of her heart. Every time they met, she didn't feel too much pressure and always managed it just right.
Yang Mo returned to the room, and the woman in the room had already brought the freshly brewed tea, "I'm afraid that the sour plum soup will get hot if the prince doesn't leave."
Yang Mo picked up the tea bowl and drank. The cold sour plum soup entered her mouth. She couldn't help but squint her eyes in comfort. She didn't expect to be able to drink the chilled sour plum soup at this time. She didn't usually care about it, but when she drank it in small sips, she felt happy.
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"Is there any more?" Yang Mo looked at the mother-in-law next to her.
The mother-in-law smiled and said, "It's a big pot full."
Yang Mo looked at Qiu Tong, Chun and the other two were also sweating profusely, "Let's all have a drink, we will go out after a short break."
Qiu Tong and the other two refused to drink, so Yang Mo said it again before the two girls picked up the teacups.
After resting for a while, Yang Mo asked Qiu Tong to prepare a medicine box to remove the stitches from Liu Chengling's wound.
Seeing Miss Yang walking out of the yard, Ajiu hurriedly greeted her and said, "You're here. Everything is ready and waiting." Seeing that Miss Yang was in a good mood today, Ajiu felt a little relieved.
The two of them didn't see each other very often, and they didn't talk much. The young master asked the young master to send paintings every night, but the paintings were returned the next day. It took a few days of hard work.
He finally knew that the young master could actually become a good-natured person.
When Yang Mo entered the room, she smelled a very familiar fragrance of ink. There was a painting on the table. Yang Mo quickly took a look. It was the picture of three sleeps that Liu Chengling sent every day. She hadn't seen it clearly yet. Jiang Ping's picture
A clean cloth has been laid out beside it, waiting for her to disinfect and remove the stitches.
Yang Mo walked over and opened the box and took out a delicate little clip, picked up a soft cotton cloth and dipped it in spirits to disinfect it, then gently cut it and slowly pulled the thread out, rinsed it with prepared salt water, and then applied it
Soft cloth, "The wound has healed, so you still have to keep your mouth shut. The soft cloth on it can be removed after it has scabbed."
Miss Yang lowered her head and focused all her energy on healing the injury. Liu Chengling also sat there quietly, seemingly looking at the half-open book on his lap.
Jiang Ping was really like an ant on a hot pot. His buttocks were almost cooked by turning over and over.
Yang Mo arranged the tools in her hands and was about to leave. When she walked past the bookcase, she saw the cinnabar that had been mixed on one side. Liu Chengling seemed to be making changes to the Three Sleeps diagram. Could it be that he wanted to change the color of the sleeping doll's clothes?
She still felt that the blue gauze shirt was the prettiest. Yang Mo wanted to speak, but then she thought about it and let it go. She had confiscated the painting, so what did she have to worry about now.
Two muffled coughs came from behind. Yang Mo stopped and turned around to see Liu Chengling turning his head to cough.
Yang Mo looked at Ajiu next to her.
Ajiu frowned, "I feel bad when I wake up in the morning. I don't know if it's acne."
Why didn't you tell me earlier? Yang Mo opened the medicine box again and took out the pulse pillow inside. In the past few days, she had learned how to diagnose febrile diseases from Yao Yuyi, and acne was one of them.
Yang Mo calmed down and came to the clinic, but after a long while, she felt a little unclear. "Otherwise, we should ask the imperial doctor to come over for consultation." She had just come to remove the stitches, but she just wanted to get it done immediately and left, without paying attention at all.
Just as he took his hand off, he heard Liu Chengling's voice, "You're usually very timid, why do you have to leave in a hurry when I say something?"
Qiu Tong and Chun He looked at each other. They had not yet decided whether to step forward and protect the young lady from leaving, or to stand aside and listen. However, they raised their eyes and saw Jiang Ping next to Liu Chengling, with two eyebrows like two
The boots that were taken off were spread apart like a splayed figure, with an expression full of pleading.