Yang Mo didn't know what Zhou Chengling would do. The emperor's eyes kept popping up in her mind.
She just looked at Zhou Chengling and was speechless.
"Are you scared?" Zhou Chengling whispered.
Yang Mo nodded, "Afraid." When things happen, just thinking about it will make your hair stand on end.
"Even if I have to carry you into the palace, I won't just carry you to the Yang family in a sedan chair."
Yang Mo nodded.
Zhou Chengling said carefully, "You have to go through the palace selection before you can enter the palace. The emperor will think of you, and it must be related to the Feng Dang rebellion. The emperor has no heirs, and he has invited many Taoist priests to do it. He especially believes in the words of the Taoist priests.
, those Taoist priests are used to exaggerating and turning ordinary things into visions. It seems that your medical skills are too good, and now you are coveted by the emperor."
To put it this way, it's still her fault, which is really dumbfounding.
She was so frightened that all the nerves in her body were tense, and Zhou Chengling was worried about her. With the two of them talking to each other like this, her whole body felt stiff and a little too tired.
Yang Mo couldn't help but said: "Are you tired from squatting like this?"
Zhou Chengling shook his head, "I'm not tired."
Yang Mo moved her waist, "I'm a little tired," because she would bump into his forehead if she relaxed. Why couldn't she enjoy the originally warm posture, "You'd better sit next to me."
Zhou Chengling sat over and Yang Mo sighed and rested his head on his shoulder, "I don't know what to do if something like this really happens."
Zhou Chengling's eyes were calm and he didn't know what he was thinking. After a long while, he followed her intention and said, "Then hide, try to avoid her, and wait for me to fight for him."
If he said cryptically, "No," she would not feel at ease.
What she needs now is such straightforward words. No matter what happens in the future, now her heart has returned to her chest again. Yang Mo lowered her head and looked at Zhou Chengling's hand. On her slender fingers was a ring as green as a winter melon scoop.
"Have you changed your thumb ring?" Yang Mo raised her head.
Zhou Chengling said "hmm".
"Why did you change it?"
"What do you think?"
Yang Mo looked carefully, "There are more flowers floating on the jadeite, and it looks very energetic."
Zhou Chengling had a straight face, probably thinking of something, "You said that the atmosphere in Cining Palace was unusual. I guess someone said something in the ear of the Queen Mother."
Yang Mo nodded.
"It's Liu Yanning. In the past, I only thought of her as a woman and never made things difficult for her, but I didn't know that she would have such thoughts." Zhou Chengling's tone was very calm, and his voice sounded angular. Others would probably be surprised when they heard it.
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"What's written on your finger?" Yang Mo lowered her head and thought, her eyes falling on Zhou Chengling's hand.
"It seems to be the character Liu."
Liu Chengling, could it be possible for him to write his pseudonym on it?
"Oh," Zhou Chengling answered very indifferently, as if he didn't care and didn't want to continue this topic with Yang Mo. He stood up and closed the window.
Yang Mo stood up and walked over to him, like a little tail behind him, taking his hand over when he wasn't paying attention to see clearly what the word was.
Zhou Chengling, however, had a serious face and wanted to throw her away.
She held his hand tightly, lowered her head and finally saw clearly, "It's not the character Liu, it's the character Yang. Why did you carve the character Yang on it?"
She was angry yesterday, so he came up with the idea of changing his finger. As for what the words on it were, he couldn't remember. It seemed that he had given instructions or not. He turned his head to look at a cluster of flowers by the window.
The clusters of red plums seemed to make his face turn red. If he had known that she would be fine the next day, he wouldn't have to do this.
His eyebrows seemed to be frowning, but it made her feel very gentle.
"Are you still afraid?" Zhou Chengling turned around and asked.
Yang Mo shook her head, "I'm not afraid anymore."
Although she didn't know if she would have long nights and many dreams, with Zhou Chengling by her side, she was no longer afraid.
"In the future, if you feel something is wrong, tell me immediately."
Yang Mo nodded.
"It doesn't matter anything, even if you think it might be unfounded."
Sometimes I think it is groundless, but in fact it is really something.
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The next day, Yang Mo was going to discuss with the two embroiderers at home about the needlework to be done for the wedding. She originally thought that she would be able to decide on the look in an hour, but who knew that half a day had passed in the blink of an eye.
"It was originally supposed to be prepared a year in advance," the embroiderer said in a low voice, "but it's a bit embarrassing to suddenly have to decide in a few days."
The pattern is a trivial matter, Yang Mo prefers the meaning above, "Can I embroider this myself?"
"You can see that the eldest lady is very skillful with her hands. She must be a quick learner. She can embroider in just two months."
Yang Mo nodded, chose a simpler look to embroider by herself, and left the rest to the embroiderer.
Aunt Lu asked, "Be more careful."
The two embroiderers said hurriedly: "We don't dare. We know that the eldest lady will be the wife of the clan in the future, so how dare we feel relaxed at all."
Yang Mo sorted out the female celebrities in her hands before going to Baohe Hall to have a look. Now she would feel uneasy as long as she didn't go there for a day, always feeling like she had something to do.
When the carriage arrived at Baohe Hall, Yang Mo got out of the car and heard a burst of noise from around her.
"Congratulations, Miss Yang."
"Yes, congratulations to Miss Yang."
What's going on? Yang Mo looked around in surprise, not knowing what had happened. The doctors and doctors in the medicine shop all came out and surrounded the door of Baohe Hall.
Yang Mo was a little surprised and looked at Shopkeeper Jiang who came out of Baohe Hall.
Shopkeeper Jiang didn't have time to speak yet.
"Miss, let us use this matter to help."
"Yes, Baohetang has always taken the lead. We should also help this time."
Hearing everyone's chatter, the people who were watching the excitement became excited, "Yes, each family has always been scattered to administer medicine, so why not get together for a free clinic? It's the New Year's Eve and everyone can help.
Everyone can have a good New Year."
Said it was the end of the year.
It's because it's really a hurdle for the poor.
In winter, food is scarce and there is no charcoal fire for heating, so the elderly and children are prone to illness. Yang Mo has long planned to apply pesticides, but it is not ready yet. How come everyone knows about it.
Yang Mo entered the room thinking about it and looked at Shopkeeper Jiang, "What on earth is going on?"
Shopkeeper Jiang was originally smiling, but when he heard Yang Mo ask this question, he couldn't help but be surprised, "The eldest lady doesn't know yet? It's a betrothal gift from Master Shi when he asks to marry the eldest lady. There's a war in Baoding, and many victims gathered outside Beijing.
The Tenth Master is distributing medicine under the banner of the Yang family, from the capital to the outside of the city, inviting many doctors to help, and has also set up a porridge shed, and will start distributing porridge tomorrow."
A betrothal gift from Zhou Chengling?
No wonder so many doctors and doctors sitting in the hall said they wanted to go and help.
She also wondered where the news came from.
Shopkeeper Jiang said: "I'm afraid everyone in Beijing knows about it at this moment, why is it that the eldest lady doesn't know about it?"
After Yang Mo listened to Shopkeeper Jiang's words, she remembered that all the eyes were on her just now, and couldn't help but feel blood rushing to her face. How come Zhou Chengling didn't say anything at all.
"They said they have to go to Rehe and Tongzhou, starting tomorrow. Just now everyone was busy carrying herbs and rice."
Shopkeeper Jiang just finished speaking.
Zhang Yan, the shopkeeper of Zhangjia Pharmacy, came in and said, "Miss, please let the two doctors from our pharmacy come over this time!"
Everyone was waiting for her to make up her mind, as if she could make the decision.
Mr. Bai stood up with a smile and said, "You asked the wrong temple. Although it was in the name of the Yang family, it was Master Ten who organized the matter. Everyone should go to Master Ten."
Although the rebellion did not rage for a few days, many people were implicated after all, and many ordinary people were killed and injured. With the heavy snowfall for several days, the number of patients increased every day. You can imagine how many people who despise medical treatment are here.
After a hard winter, the imperial court also asked for food relief from officials, but the emperor turned a deaf ear. In previous years, the nobles in Beijing had opened porridge sheds at this time, but the political situation was unstable. Everyone was busy inquiring about the court's movements, and no one took the lead.
One builds a porridge shed.
Everyone thought this year was going to end like this, but who knew that when they woke up the next day, sheds had been erected on several streets in the capital, and there were also fireworks in places where victims of the disaster outside Beijing gathered.
Next to all the porridge sheds and medicine sheds is written the word "Yang".
Yang family.
If you still don't know which Yang family it is, you can look at the flag "Baohe Tang" on the medicine shed.
Yang Family, Baohe Hall.
No noble family in Beijing has such pomp and circumstance.
The refugees who came in droves were here to grab porridge. They looked at the porridge shop for a long time and were dumbfounded. Is this a porridge soup? Is this really a porridge soup? Isn't that a big family making a show?
When they see a porridge pot that is thick enough to stand on chopsticks and filled with white rice, many people can only open their mouths and become speechless.
"Do you know which Baohetang is? It's the pharmacy that often provides free clinics. It's owned by the eldest lady of the Yang family, who can treat malaria and acne."
Several mothers were smiling as they served porridge, and everyone could be heard talking.
Suddenly, everyone in the capital knew that Mr. Zhou was going to marry Miss Yang, and the news would spread to Tongzhou and Rehe along with the people who gave out porridge and medicine.
"Can one drugstore afford so many porridge shacks?"
"It is a betrothal gift sent by the clan to marry Miss Yang. Because Miss Yang often gives free clinics and medicines, the betrothal gift is also a donation of porridge and medicine."
"How can there be such a betrothal gift? Who doesn't give gold and silver?"
While talking, I didn't forget to take a mouthful of rice porridge. It was so sweet. The sweet and glutinous rice seemed to melt in my mouth.
There was a ragged child in the crowd who ate three bowls of porridge in a row. Suddenly he jumped up and clapped his hands and shouted, "This is really a Chinese New Year, a Chinese New Year."
How can people who don’t have enough to eat remember the Chinese New Year?
Only children look forward to it like this. The Chinese New Year is not just a day, but a happy, happy, well-fed and warm year.
Yang Mo looked at the little girl who was jumping around and her hands and feet were covered with frostbite, and walked forward quickly.
Finding someone standing next to her, the little girl stopped shyly and threw herself into the arms of the woman next to her.
Yang Mo told Mei Xiang, "Take out the frostbite ointment."
The little girl exposed one eye from her mother's arms. Seeing the friendly smile on Yang Mo's face, she boldly exposed her other eye and looked at Yang Mo.
"This is frostbite ointment. Apply it twice a day. After applying it, it will take another seven days to remove the root." Yang Mo said and pointed at the flag of Baohetang. "If you feel uncomfortable anywhere, eat enough."
Go there to get medicine after dinner, there are many doctors and doctors there."
The woman nodded blankly and looked at Yang Mo as she was about to leave, "It's... a woman giving out porridge and medicine? That medicine shop is also run by a woman?"
Yang Mo didn't know how to answer these two consecutive questions.
"Does anyone know the name of that woman?"
Yang Mo smiled and stood up without saying a word and walked forward.