Tuoba Mingge just diverted the tiger away from the mountain, burned the granary in the military camp and ordered his men to retreat. Guo Zhao led his men to catch up, and the war was about to break out.
Not only the Xixia people, Tuoba Mingge also united with the surrounding small countries. This winter has been extremely cold. The food they stored has been used up, and now they can only rely on looting.
The Xixia people withdrew, and the soldiers from these small countries came up again. They were so numerous and extremely powerful that Jiang Zhe couldn't escape from his position in the camp.
The guard who came to report the news was escorted out by several soldiers. Looking from a distance, the military camp was ablaze, and the sound of swords clashing resounded in his ears. The guard wiped the blood on his face, covered his injured arm and quickly mounted his horse.
There were too many enemy troops, and he had to take advantage of the chaos to get out quickly.
In the Jiang Mansion, Sang Nu finally gave birth to the child after all the hard work.
The child's voice was weak, his face was blue, and he was snoring listlessly, looking like a sick cat.
Po Wen wrapped him in swaddling clothes and let Aunt Zhao and Jiang Yue take a look. Jiang Yue had never seen a newborn baby before. She only thought he looked ugly, and the small one looked extremely fragile. He frowned.
I was worried about whether he would survive.
Aunt Zhao has given birth. Although it has been more than ten years, she has gained a lot of knowledge during her pregnancy in the past few months. The healthy baby was born with a rosy complexion, a loud cry, and strong hands and feet. It will definitely not be him.
This kind of.
Her breathing became faster, and an excited smile flashed in her eyes.
"Doctor, Sister Sannu is suffering from poisonous disease and has difficulty giving birth. Is the child's health okay?"
Sannu was poisoned so violently that the child stayed in her belly for eight months. She did not believe that the child would not be affected at all.
Aunt Zhao wished that this child was also poisoned, otherwise with the Jiang family's first male child, he would easily steal the spotlight from her child. Aunt Zhao would never let such a situation happen.
Sure enough, the doctor came out of Sang Nu's room with Wan Ping's pulse. His old face was wrinkled, and a few strands of beard on his chin were pulled out in a hurry.
"To Madam, this child was influenced by his mother. Although he was born safely, he has fetal poison in his body. I'm afraid..."
He shook his head and sighed.
Even adults can't resist such a poison, let alone a newborn baby. The doctor just told Aunt Zhao to prepare for the child's funeral.
"how so?"
Aunt Zhao tried her best to suppress the ecstasy in her heart, but the expression on her face was worried.
"Doctor, is there any way to detoxify it?"
After Aunt Zhao asked, Jiang Yue also looked over. He had a sword on his waist. The black scabbard and his cold face were naturally scary.
The doctor couldn't help but take a step back and swallowed.
"I have little talent and little knowledge, and I am... helpless."
He couldn't even cure Sannu's poison, let alone a child.
Sannu in the room woke up from the pain, her voice was shrill, and the poison in her body was rushing through her organs. Sannu felt that her intestines were being crushed.
Jiang Yue pulled out his sword and put it on the doctor's neck. His cold face looked so much like Jiang Zhe's that the doctor was intimidated.
"Save her!"
"Uncle, I can't save you. I'm afraid the poison in my wife came from the Western Regions. There is no antidote at the border..."
The doctor carefully avoided the blade and almost fell to his knees before Jiang Yue. Why did he take over this business in the first place? In such a powerful family, it is common for doctors to be beheaded if they cannot cure diseases. Although he is old
, but he doesn’t want to die yet.
Listening to the cries of the woman in the room, Jiang Yue became more and more anxious. The master asked him to protect the safety of Sannu and the young master, but now both of them were in danger. Jiang Yue was afraid that Jiang Zhe would be blamed, and his eyes were red because of his anxiety.
"Shiwei Jiang, since the doctor said there is nothing we can do, why do you have to embarrass him..."
Aunt Zhao took the opportunity to persuade her, but fortunately there was no cure for the poison, and Sang Nu himself was unlucky. After enjoying the glory and wealth for the past few months, it was time for him to return.
Jiang Yue looked over with red eyes. The coldness in his eyes made Aunt Zhao tremble. But considering that she was the master and Jiang Yue was just a slave, why should she be afraid of him.
And before Jiang Zhe comes back, it would be best for Sannu to die completely.
"My husband loves Sister Sannu the most. He will feel very distressed when he sees her in such pain. Since the doctor said there is no solution, it is better to give her a happy life and save her pain."
"Yes, young master, your wife's poison has spread throughout her body. Even if there is an antidote now, she cannot be saved. You should prepare for the funeral as soon as possible."
The doctor took advantage of Jiang Yue's confusion, got out from under the sword, grabbed his medicine box and ran away quickly.
His old bones were almost broken. In the future, he would never come to see a doctor like this again.
Compared to before, your own life is still more important.
Jiang Yue stared blankly at the door. Sang Nu's voice became weaker and weaker. The baby in Po Wen's arms seemed to be aware of it. His eyes that had not yet been opened looked over and looked in the direction of the door. His
He waved his little hands and cried out "Ahhh", trying to comfort his mother.
Aunt Zhao pinched her palms to suppress her hatred. She had endured it for so long, just waiting for this day. As long as Sannu died, this child would not be afraid.
The woman's cries finally disappeared, and Jiang Yue closed his eyes tightly. He still failed to live up to his master's expectations and failed to save Mrs. Sang.
"Sister-in-law Yang, please let someone prepare for the funeral..."
The master didn't know when he would come back, and Sang Nu died under his care. Jiang Yue didn't dare to think about his own consequences.
The guard who delivered the letter came back at this moment. He looked at the white cloth draped on the door frame with a hint of solemnity in his eyes.
"Brother Yue, something happened to the young master? The general said that the young master should be protected, and the young master's fate must be preserved!"
Aunt Zhao was about to hold her mother's hand and leave. When she heard the guard's words, she laughed out loud, with both sarcasm and fear in her eyes.
Jiang Zhe doted on Sannu so much, but abandoned her. She should have been happy, but thinking of herself who had nothing and was old, Aunt Zhao was filled with chills and her palms were covered in cold sweat.
"master?"
Mammy shook her hand doubtfully and gathered her cloak.
"But it's cold. You should go back after being out for so long. Otherwise, you will feel uncomfortable if you catch the wind and cold, and my little master's stomach will also feel uncomfortable."
As soon as Sannu died, the master had no rival, and Mammy was happy for her. Aunt Zhao had stayed in the Jiang Mansion for more than ten years, and she had always been favored by Jiang Zhe, and she would continue to be favored in the future.
Not to mention that she still has a child in her belly. The one Sang Nu gave birth to was weak and premature. It is not certain whether he can survive. Everything in the Jiang family will eventually belong to them.
"Um."
Aunt Zhao calmed down, held her hand and left.
Sangnu was cleaned up by the maid and woman, put on new clothes and put into the coffin. Jiang Zhe hadn't come back yet, so Jiang Yue didn't dare to let her be buried.
But the people in the mansion did not expect that Sang Nu's coffin was stolen.
