Mrs. Li felt that her abacus was very precise, and it was easy to invite the three old masters. When Liu was still Princess Xuan, she won the favor of several old masters.
When the Liu family married King Xuan, many people in the clan camp did not agree with it. Princess Xian had never spoken to the Liu family in private.
Someone from the family came to help, and it was at that time that Mr. Li saw the right opportunity to come forward and talk to Ms. Liu about home affairs.
It was she who took Liu to the clan elders' home, so she knew best who would hate Zhou Chengling and Li, and who would oppose Yang. The more absurd Zhou Chengling did, she would be able to find a few elders to speak for her and fight for it.
Come on, give me a title. The old man in their family also grew up in Prince Xuan’s Mansion. Don’t his descendants have the right to inherit it?
Li's abacus clicked. The relationship between Zhou Chengling and his master had always been bad. On the surface, they wanted to be the closest blood relatives to Zhou Chengling, but secretly they wanted to make more plans for themselves and gain more by suppressing Zhou Chengling.
benefit.
Just as Mrs. Li was thinking about it, the door in front of her opened again, and everyone's eyes fell on the woman who came out.
The shopkeeper and doctor in Baohe Hall were all happy, and Mrs. Zhou Qi on the ground stood up regardless. The atmosphere she had just stirred up was diluted a lot. The people here simply seemed to treat her like
He and the three old ladies were thrown aside, and all the energy was put on the woman.
"Miss Yang." Mrs. Zhou Qi called out, and Mrs. Li suddenly remembered that this woman with her face covered was Ms. Yang.
Yang Mo walked forward and looked at Mrs. Zhou Qi with a smile, "Miss Twelve is fine now. I'll have her carried into the inner room to rest. Madam can go in and see her after a while."
Mrs. Li couldn't help but feel disappointed. Could it be that the disembowelment was over?
"Seventh Madam," Yang Mo changed the subject at this point, "Has anyone else in the clan had similar symptoms? It may not necessarily be exactly the same as Miss Twelve and Brother Cheng."
Yang Mo said and looked at Wei Mao beside him, who immediately took out the two pictures he had just drawn.
Everyone looked over and couldn't help but be a little surprised.
There are many large and small lumps painted on the human body all over the body, which looks very scary.
Before Mrs. Zhou Qi spoke, Mrs. Li was stretching her neck and looking forward, and the expression of the third old man next to her had changed.
"What does this have to do with Twelve Girls' illness?" The third old man's expression had returned to normal and he spoke in a deep voice.
Yang Mo said: "This is a disease that is passed down from the elders to future generations. The symptoms are different for each person. Both Miss Twelve and Brother Cheng are born with it. Children who are close to the family may also suffer from such a disease. Miss Twelve is
I am willing to try to cure the disease for the sake of my younger brother. If Miss Twelve can recover, I can try to save Brother Cheng. In the future, if the children in the clan have such diseases, they can be diagnosed and treated. Therefore, Miss Twelve has done a big thing for the family today.
"
Mrs. Zhou Qi's eyes filled with tears. Miss Yang not only saved the Twelve Girls, but also spoke for the Twelve Girls. A girl's reputation is very important. The master and she also thought that after what happened today, only the Twelve Girls would be afraid.
You can't hold your head up in front of others. There are so many men in Baohe Hall, and the elders in the clan will definitely not spare them as a couple.
The most pitiable thing is the twelve girls, who are sick and suffering like this, but they still have to be abused by others.
Sure enough, what she thought was right, Mrs. Li couldn't wait to invite the third old man over.
Just when she didn't know how to respond, Miss Yang came out of the inner courtyard and defended the twelve girls without any secret.
Mrs. Zhou Qi looked at Yang Mo, no wonder, no wonder Zhou Chengling would ask Princess Xian to come forward to marry Miss Yang.
Miss Yang is really nice.
Mrs. Zhou Qi thought, blinking her eyes twice like this, tears streaming down her face.
That's great. She is looking forward to Miss Yang marrying into the Zhou family.
Li looked at the third old man, whose face seemed to relax and his eyes were full of hesitation, "Are you serious? What's the basis for it?"
The third old man is very familiar with the pictures that Yang had people draw. Now he still often has nightmares. His father also had such a disease on his legs and was laughed at by the clan as "meat bump". His first son also had such a disease on his legs.
In this way, he was afraid of being laughed at and never let his son meet outsiders. He saw the child die before his eyes.
Yang Mo said: "There is no basis for the medical skills passed down from family to family, but I can diagnose and treat this disease." He looked over generously, "This is the best proof."
Ms. Yang was too arrogant, Ms. Li sneered beside her, "No matter what Miss Yang said, it makes sense."
Yang Mo nodded, "Madam is right, whatever I say makes sense, because I am the one who cures diseases and saves people," she said, looking up and down at Mrs. Li, "For example, if the disease on Madam's hand is not diagnosed and treated earlier, I'm afraid it will be worse in the future."
There will be endless troubles.”
Li looked at her hands nervously, wanting to refute Yang Mo easily, but her mouth seemed to be choked by something and she couldn't speak. Was there really something wrong with her hands? She had never felt anything.
Feeling uncomfortable, Ms. Li began to move her fingers quietly, "What's wrong with me? Do you want to scare me on purpose?"
Yang Mo deliberately did not answer Mrs. Li, "I am a doctor. I only treat diseases and do not treat people. How can I bluff people? Madam may not believe it, so I won't say more."
Li's blood suddenly rushed to her face. She wanted Yang to speak clearly, not to shut up.
Li Shi looked at Yang Mo with her eyes widened as she thought about it, but Yang Mo's eyes no longer looked at her. She suddenly felt anxious, as if there were ants crawling in her heart.
The third old man looked at the room full of men and said, "If you don't make it clear to the clan, if you treat diseases in public like this, do you still want the twelve girls to get married in the future?"
Mrs. Zhou Qi sobbed.
Yang Mo looked at Mrs. Zhou Qi, "It's been packed inside. Does Mrs. Qi want to see Miss Twelve?"
Mrs. Zhou Qi nodded, then saluted the third old man, "As long as the twelve girls can do well, my daughter-in-law is willing to be punished by her elders."
Looking at Mrs. Zhou Qi who was sobbing, the third old man wanted to speak, but his eyes fell unnaturally on the piece of paper in Wei Mao's hand. The atmosphere in the room always reminded him of those bad things in the past, and he didn't get sick much.
The eldest son's illness was treated, but there was no way to cure it anyway, and living like that would be a suffering.
He never thought that one day he would feel guilty. When people grow old, they will always think of the things they gave up for some selfish gains when they were young. At that time, they tried their best to do it. Now that they have gone through those roads, they will regret what they have lost.
regret.
The third old man frowned. If the disease could be cured, he should indeed regret it.
"I'll take the old man back." Zhou Chengling took a few steps forward and helped the third old man up. "If you have anything to do, I'd better go back to the clan camp to discuss it."
Mrs. Li was stunned when she saw the third old man taking steps forward.
She had a lot of things to say, but she realized that her hands couldn't open her mouth.
What if Mrs. Yang is not trying to scare her, but her hand is really sick, and if she offends Ms. Yang now, no one will treat her in the future?
Mrs. Li thought of Mrs. Qiao, and couldn't help but feel chills running down her spine. Her hands also felt a little numb, and she felt unspeakably uncomfortable. She wanted to find a chance to go up and ask Mrs. Yang, but her mother beside her said: "Madam, the old lady is going back.
I asked you to go together."
Only then did Mr. Li know what it means to be itchy with hatred.
"Miss Yang saved someone's life?"
"I heard he was saved."
Along the way, Mrs. Li heard voices of discussion coming from around her.
"What are these people here for?"
Following the discussion, those eyes fell on them.
"Ignorant woman."
Some vague words were heard, and Li suddenly looked over, but she didn't know who was speaking in the crowd.
She couldn't help but feel angry.
Who are these people, who dare to be rude to the clan? Yang hasn't married into the clan yet, what will it be like if she does?
Li Shi couldn't help but shudder.
…
After Baohe Hall became quiet, Yang Mo took Mrs. Zhou Qi to see Miss Twelve.
Miss Twelve was lying quietly on the bed, as if she was fast asleep. Mrs. Zhou Qi couldn't help but think, Miss Yang really used a knife on Girl Twelve?
There was no one else in the room, so Mrs. Zhou Qi thanked Yang Mo, "Thanks to Miss Yang for helping."
Yang Mo smiled and shook her head, "Madam told me that the third old master and several other old masters opposed the concubine's proposal of marriage to the Yang family."
Mrs. Zhou Qi lowered her head in embarrassment, because the third old man was the elder of her team, so she knew better that these elders liked the Liu family who came from the Imperial Master's family, so she reminded Miss Yang.
Mrs. Zhou Qi said: "In the end, you helped the twelve girls."
Yang Mo looked at Mrs. Zhou Qi with a smile, "I am not a reckless person. If I can find a few women to treat Miss Twelve together, I will not choose Baohe Hall. I want to save Miss Twelve and also keep her."
Reputation." It was Zhou Chengling who found out about the Third Old Master's family. After seeing Miss Twelve's illness today, she also thought about it. The children of Mr. Zhou Qi's family are not a special case. Mr. Zhou Qi's family already has a genetic disease.
Yang Mo stood up from the bed and said, "Mrs. Seven, come to me. Miss Twelve will wake up soon."
The seventh lady hurriedly waved her hands, "I... the eldest lady is still here... I don't know anything."
Yang Mo stretched out her hand to pull Madam Seven over, "I have tried my best, and now I want Madam to help her tide over the difficulties. The wound will definitely hurt at first, but as long as these three days pass, everything will be fine."
Mrs. Zhou Qi listened nervously, and after a while she remembered and nodded.
As soon as Yang Mo finished speaking, shopkeeper Jiang came in and said, "Miss, Jiang Ping is here."
After hearing this, Yang Mo walked outside. Jiang Ping was already waiting there. Seeing Yang Mo, Jiang Ping stepped forward and said: "Miss Yang, there is news about Mr. Yang's case. The court has concluded that Mr. Yang's case was an unjust case.
, Wang Zhenting sentenced him to death, and the Yang family’s ancestral home and closed shop will be returned."
From the time Wang Zhenting was tried until now, this case has finally come to an end.
Yang Mo thought she could accept it in a calm mood, but she didn't expect her heart to beat wildly and uncontrollably.
joy.
She was really happy. Thinking of her parents who died in vain, she didn't know what to say. She just wanted to raise her head and look at the sky.