Wanyue did not delve into the matter of why Yunxiang passed away. Ying'er said that the steward at Zhuangzi only said that Yunxiang died because of an illness and did not elaborate on the rest, so Wanyue believed it.
Right now, the most important thing was to send someone out to find medicine to remove scars. Let her ignore other trivial matters for the time being.
Early the next morning, after breakfast, Yinqi returned to the study room in the front yard. Wanyue specially found Butler Yan.
"What's Fujin's order?" Butler Yan saw Wanyue's confused expression, so he lowered his eyelids and waited for Wanyue's orders.
"The prince was injured during the emperor's tour to the south this time. I'm afraid there will be scars. You send people to major pharmacies in the capital to find some medicine that can remove scars. It must be useful. If any medicine from any pharmacy is effective, I will give it to you."
I will also give you a silver reward."
"Yes, I will take care of it now." Butler Yan cupped his hands and bowed out.
After Butler Yan left, Wanyue called Ying'er over and whispered: "Ying'er, grind the ink for me."
Although Ying'er was a little confused, she still did it.
After a while, Wanyue wrote a letter and handed it to Ying'er, "Give this letter to the guards at the door and ask them to deliver it to Jiu Beile Mansion. Be sure to deliver it to Jiu Beile personally."
"Don't worry Fujin, I will send you right away." Ying'er replied respectfully.
Wanyue nodded and waved her hand to go out.
After Ying'er left, Wanyue leaned on the soft couch and closed her eyes to rest. Jiu Beile had always made a lot of friends, and from time to time there would be medicines from Miaojiang and Yunnan. Maybe Jiu Beile could help find out if they could find a cure for scars.
There is nothing better than a good remedy.
However, although Wanyue had such hope in her heart, she still felt uneasy, as if something was about to happen.
This premonition made Wanyue feel upset and angry, so she simply took the storybook aside and started reading.
But the more he looked at her, the more his head felt heavy and his eyelids felt sleepy.
I don't know how long it took, but there was a knock on the door suddenly, and Wanyue woke up suddenly.
"Come in!" Wanyue said, rubbing her eyebrows.
"Replying to Fujin, the servant has handed the letter to the guards at the door. They have sent someone to deliver the letter to Jiu Beile's house." It turned out that Ying'er was back.
After hearing Ying'er's words, Wanyue breathed a sigh of relief.
"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Ying'er, please step aside first."
After Ying'er left, Wanyue lay down on the soft couch and continued to rest.
This sleep actually lasted until noon. Wanyue didn't wake up even when Hongyuan and Hongsheng came to say hello. When the two children saw this, they had to stand by and wait in silence.
Hongyuan talked a lot, and asked Hongsheng from time to time: "Brother, when will Aniang wake up?"
Hong Sheng would answer him a few words at first, but when he got annoyed by the questions, he just shook his head and said nothing.
Wanyue was woken up by Hong Yuan in a daze. When she opened her sleepy eyes, she saw Hong Yuan and Hong Sheng standing beside her, looking at her from left to right.
"Mother, what's wrong with you? It's almost noon, why are you still sleeping?" Seeing that Wanyue was awake, Hongyuan immediately threw himself in front of Wanyue's legs, looking coquettish.
Wanyue reached out and touched Hongyuan's face, and said with a smile: "I wanted to be lazy for a while, so I squinted my eyes and took a rest."
"Then son, please take a rest with E Niang, and my eldest brother will accompany you too." Hong Yuan pulled Hong Sheng's sleeve and said softly.
After hearing this, Wanyue couldn't help laughing and said: "Don't be lazy, go to your husband's place to study with your elder brother, and come back to accompany your mother after you finish your homework."
Hongsheng nodded when he heard this, "Don't worry, Niang, my son will definitely study hard. Third brother, let's go to the front yard first."
Hongyuan curled his lips reluctantly, but after thinking about it, he compromised.
"Okay, since my mother has said so, my son reluctantly agreed. But it's almost noon, so let me and my eldest brother have a meal before we go to study with our husband!" After saying that, Hong Yuan stretched out his little hand and took Hong Yuan's hand. Sheng left the house together.
Watching the two children retreat, Wanyue smiled a little.
At this moment in Jiubele's Mansion, Jiubele Yinzhen felt a little suspicious after receiving the letter written by Wanyue to him. He kept making guesses in his mind. The fifth brother and the fifth sister-in-law followed Huang Ama on a tour to the south. How should they give it properly? Have you written a letter yourself? Could it be that they are in some kind of trouble?
Thinking of this, Jiubele couldn't help opening the letter faster.
After reading the contents of the letter, Jiubele couldn't help but frown.
"What was written in the letter?" Jiu Fujin came over and saw Jiu Beile staring at the letter in his hand, so he asked, "What did the fifth brother and the fifth sister-in-law say?"
"Fifth sister-in-law said that fifth brother was injured and needed medicine to remove scars. She asked me to help find out." Jiu Beile closed the letter and replied calmly.
"A medicine to remove scars?" Jiu Fujin's eyes widened when he heard this, with a shocked expression on his face, "How could Brother Five be injured?"
Jiu Beile glanced at Jiu Fujin and said in a calm tone: "This letter says that Emperor Ama encountered an assassin during his southern tour. The fifth brother was scratched on the left side of his face by the assassin when he rescued him."
Jiu Fujin frowned and thought for a moment, then suddenly raised his eyes to look at Jiu Beile and said, "Jiu Ye, tell me... who did it when Emperor Ama met an assassin during his southern tour?"
When Jiu Beile heard this, his heart skipped a beat. He couldn't help but ponder Jiu Fujin's words carefully. After a while, he slowly shook his head and rejected the idea: "The Emperor Ama is an eternal wise king. Who in the world dares to do something to him?" Woolen cloth?"
"That's not necessarily true. What if someone doesn't know the identity?" Jiu Fujin said.
Jiubele still shook his head in disapproval, "Impossible!"
"Master Jiu..."
"Okay, stop talking, I know it well." Jiu Beile stopped Jiu Fujin from talking, and then said: "Don't make random guesses, otherwise you will get into trouble."
"But..." Jiu Fujin still wanted to say something unwillingly, but seeing Jiu Beile's serious expression, he had to swallow what he wanted to say.
"Okay, I have to deal with official documents today and I don't have time to talk to you. You should go back to the backyard!" Jiu Beile said impatiently when he saw that Jiu Fujin was still here.
Jiu Fujin bit his lip and stamped his feet, then shook his head and left unconvinced.
When Jiu Beile saw this, he shook his head helplessly and laughed. Then he turned around and glanced at the letter in his hand, and then said to himself: "The assassin was probably arranged by Brother Ba, right? He probably wouldn't do such a thing."
After a few days, the wound on Yinqi's head finally scabbed over and no longer needed to be bandaged. He looked much more energetic.
Jiu Beile also specially brought the ointment he found and planned to apply it to Yinqi himself.
When he saw Yinqi's scab wound, he was startled, opened his mouth, and said in shock: "Fifth brother, your scar reaches the tip of your eyebrow. I brought you a good scar removal ointment."
, you have to use it properly, otherwise the scars will not look good."
Hearing this, Yinqi smiled and replied: "Thank you for your concern, Ninth Brother, but Fifth Brother doesn't care about this little scar."
"What are you talking about, Fifth Brother? Fifth Brother is so handsome and handsome, and it would make my mother-in-law very distressed to have a scar." Jiu Beile couldn't help but take out the ointment, and lightly dipped some ointment on his fingertips, pretending to be a substitute.
Yinqi put it on.
Yinqi looked at it, was stunned for a moment, and then said with some embarrassment: "Ninth brother, let the servants do it."
"Fifth brother, I'm your brother. I'm just going to apply some ointment for you, so don't be embarrassed." Jiu Beile said disapprovingly, and then gently pressed his fingers on Yinqi's wound, spreading the ointment evenly.
Although Yinqi felt a little embarrassed, seeing that his ninth brother was resolute, he had no choice but to let him do what he did.
Wanyue watched the interaction between the two and couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled.
