Mrs. Chang was startled, "What do you mean by not being a woman from a good family?" Is this what she was thinking?
The woman said: "They all look like prostitutes."
Prostitute, indeed...
Why is the prostitute at the door of Qiao's house?
There was a bustling sound outside the carriage.
"Kick them all out, who are they?" was the voice of the Qiao family members shouting.
As soon as he finished speaking, Yingying Yanyan shouted, "We are here to give a thank you gift. If it weren't for Mr. Qiao and Madam, how would our sisters have survived?"
"Yes, it was Mr. Qiao and his wife who asked us to go to Baohe Hall."
Why would the Qiao family let prostitutes go to Baohe Hall?
Mrs. Chang's palms broke into a cold sweat and she told her mother-in-law, "Since the Qiao family has something to do, let's go back first!"
The mother-in-law nodded, but when she saw the traffic jam, her family was not the only one who wanted to turn around and go back. The mother-in-law said, "Madam, we are blocked, we can't go."
These women deliberately chose this time to cause trouble. Mrs. Chang opened the curtain and immediately smelled the pungent smell of rouge. Now not only her, but also the ladies who came to visit had probably heard about it.
A group of prostitutes came to the door. This is something that has never happened before in Beijing. A few days ago, everyone was talking about Baohetang's treatment of internal diseases. Now the topic will definitely turn to the Qiao family. An orphan girl cannot overshadow the scholarly Qiao family.
Mrs. Chang had a headache and didn't know what to do. The current situation of the Qiao family made her feel like she could hide as far away as she could.
The laughter of prostitutes came from outside the carriage, and the seemingly stupid family members of the Qiao family were helpless against this group of women.
These women just took out the rouge they carried with them. When the Qiao family members came to snatch it away, they would say some obscene words and then scatter the rouge in their hands all over the floor.
Now it's not just the Qiao family who are angry, everyone who witnessed this scene is ashamed for the Qiao family.
The Qiao family is now like the liveliest Goulan Courtyard in Beijing.
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Qiao Wenjing smashed almost all the objects on the table into pieces, "What on earth is going on?"
The servants looked at each other and did not dare to answer. Qiao Wenjing kicked the woman on the ground, "They are all useless things."
The mother-in-law's face turned blue after being kicked, and she could only tremble and say: "Master, you'd better... you'd better ask Madam!"
How dare they talk about those things casually.
Qiao Wenjing's eyes widened and he walked out of the door angrily and walked straight into Mrs. Qiao's room.
Mrs. Qiao had already listened to the servant's report and didn't know what to do, especially now that her head felt like it was being pressed by a heavy object, making her unable to breathe, "What... should... be done...?"
Hearing Mrs. Qiao's weak words, Qiao Wenjing couldn't suppress his anger, "You are asking what to do now. Let me ask you...what is going on? Did you attract those prostitutes?"
Qiao Wenjing's voice was deafening.
Mrs. Qiao looked at Qiao Wenjing with stars in her eyes, "Master, don't worry yet... just tell the outside world that someone is framing our family."
Framed, who could come up with such a frame-up and make it so true.
Qiao Wenjing said: "I'm just asking you, what's going on? Have I told you not to mess with the Yang family now?" Wang Zhenting's case was stuck on his butt like shit, and he didn't know when he could wipe it away.
Clean, if one more thing happens, he won't be able to cover up the stench on his body. Sooner or later, everyone will know that he intends to target the Yang family.
Who is causing trouble for him?
Veins popped out on Qiao Wenjing's forehead.
"It's a servant in the house... When he saw the master suffer a loss... he took it upon himself to think of a way... I already asked someone to cover it up... I didn't expect..."
It turned out that she had known for a long time, and they had known for a long time, and they had treated him like a monkey. This was the case outside and at home, and he was being played around by others.
Looking at his wife on the bed, Qiao Wenjing took the orchid off the shelf and threw it to the ground. Mrs. Qiao was so frightened that her whole body trembled, "Which servant? Call me now."
No one in the room dared to move. Qiao Wenjing took out the duster from the bottle and whipped it at the servant next to him. "Why don't you go and call me? Do you want me to have you all beaten to death?"
The mother next to her didn't dare to cover up anymore, so she had to press Guier's godmother over.
Godmother Guier burst into tears as soon as she entered the door, "Master... I'm not a slave... Miss ordered this slave to do it... How could I have such courage... It's all the money given by Miss, arranged by Miss..."
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Before Goddess Guier finished speaking, Qiao Yuechan hurried in from outside the door. Just as she was about to raise her head to deny Qiao Wenjing, she felt a pain in her arm, and a thin bamboo pole had been slapped on her arm.
Qiao Yuechan suddenly felt burning pain, and before she could dodge, it hit her again.
The servants in the room were all stunned. No one expected that the master would take action against the young lady. Mrs. Qiao wanted to reach out to stop her but had no strength. She struggled forward but immediately rolled off the bed and fell to the ground.
Several mothers came forward in exclaim, and everyone scrambled to help Mrs. Qiao. Qiao Yuechan wanted to step forward, but Qiao Wenjing slapped her on the back.
She felt unprecedented pain, as if she was being torn apart.
In the chaos, Qiao Wenjing put down the duster in his hand.
"Master," the steward's mother came in to report, "someone is coming to the Yamen."
Qiao Wenjing immediately folded the feather duster in his hand into two pieces with his fingers, turned his head to look at Qiao Yuechan, then clenched his fists and walked out of the room.
Qiao Wenjing went all the way to the main room in the front yard, where Ge Shitong was already waiting for him.
"Master Qiao's tea is delicious." Ge Shitong praised the tea in his hand.
Qiao Wenjing said with a smile on his face, "Brother Ge likes it, I'll ask someone to give you a few boxes."
Ge Shitong shook his head hastily, "I don't dare accept your tea," he said, standing up, "Mr. Qiao, have you ever heard of boiling eagle?"
Eagle-brewing is a method of training falcons, which was used by foreigners as gifts to high-ranking officials in the capital.
"An eagle is a bird of prey and cannot withstand the torture of several days and nights, let alone the servants in Mr. Qiao's house. They have clearly confessed Wang Zhenting's matter. I have already handed the fold to the Holy Master.
Why does the Holy One keep asking Master Qiao to interrogate Wang Zhenting? Master Qiao still doesn’t understand?"
Ge Shitong said and stood up to adjust his sleeves.
"The emperor wants Mr. Qiao to plead guilty for his many years of hard work, instead of waiting until now," Ge Shitong said, raising his eyes, "When Wang Zhenting can't bear to report Mr. Qiao, now Mr. Qiao can only wait.
How can the court convict Mr. Qiao?"
Ge Shitong's words were cadenced, especially the last two sentences as he stared at Qiao Wenjing's eyes with great pleasure. Before Qiao Wenjing could react, Ge Shitong picked up the tea and drank it, savoring it as if reluctantly, and then said happily
Two words, "good tea."
Qiao Wenjing was stunned there.
"Master, Master."
Before Ge Shitong left, a servant of the Qiao Mansion came to report in surprise, "Master, my wife has fainted..."
Ge Shitong raised his eyebrows and said goodbye to Qiao Wenjing, "Master Qiao is busy, so I won't bother you."
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Qiao Yuechan not only felt pain in her arm, but also looked at her mother's eyes that turned up and suddenly lost her breath. She suddenly became frightened. She couldn't explain why. She suddenly thought of the Yang family who were mourning.
At that time, they were watching the Yang family's jokes and watching the bad news coming one after another, destroying the entire Yang family. Now the Qiao family is also having troubles one after another.
Qiao Yuechan began to regret that she shouldn't let Godmother Guier do things. She didn't know that those people outside were so difficult to control and they couldn't be sent away with money.
Why is this happening?
In a short period of time, everything went against the results she expected.
What kind of means does Yang have to be able to do this?
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The women from the brothel filled Qiao's house with their own rouges, but because they had to pay Baohetang's consultation fee, they threw their money into a copper basin filled with water.
The same person has different actions.
Suddenly the entire capital knew that the Qiao family had shot themselves in the foot.
The secret plot will never be exposed to the light, but at Baohetang, more and more people came to ask for prescriptions for bayberry sores. Those pharmacies that received Miss Yang's advice also felt that they should do something to repay Miss Yang.
Zhang Yan changed into clean clothes and walked into Baohe Hall holding a Zhang family's single party in his hand.
Yang Mo was teaching his disciples basic percussion techniques. He stopped and looked at Zhang Yan, "Has a patient come back for treatment?"
Zhang Yan shook his head, with a trace of embarrassment on his round face, and then handed the prescription in his hand to Yang Mo, "Miss Yang, it's just a single prescription from our Zhang family. Miss Yang taught me how to treat bayberry sores."
Cure... I will..."
Zhang Yan showed her the secret recipe passed down from his family, but Yang Mo was about to refuse.
Zhang Yan immediately said: "There is such a saying, commonly known as the rule, if you learn someone else's side, you have to exchange it with your own. It has always been like this. If our Zhang family doesn't have it, that's it. Since we have it, I...I will
We think it should be shown to the eldest lady, which is also our intention."
Taking the initiative to exchange one's own side is also a kind of respect.
Yang Mo had no choice but to accept it, "I can read it myself and won't tell anyone else." She knew these rules. She could borrow them unilaterally, but she couldn't pass them on as her own.
Zhang Yan nodded, said goodbye and went out.
Yang Mo was about to continue her lecture when another servant came and said, "The owner of Cheng's pharmacy is here."
One by one the parties were placed on Yang Mo's table.
I have never seen such a scene before. The doctors and doctors in the drug store stopped what they were doing to count.
The secret recipe that was usually kept tightly secret was now given to Miss Yang. It can be seen that Miss Yang's reputation has surpassed that of Mr. Bai and Ji Zizhuan. No other private doctor can compare with Miss Yang.
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Chang Yining looked quite elegant in his usual wide robe with wide sleeves. He received a post that all the famous talents in Beijing were coming to get together on the cruise ship.
As soon as he stepped on the boat, Chang Yining heard laughter coming from the shore, and the people on the shore pointed at him and didn't know what he was talking about.