Feng Jinyuan also knew that once Shen entered the palace, the Feng family would have to make a statement no matter what.
Concubine Yun seemed to have no divine grace, but if the emperor didn't have her in his heart, how could he be so fond of the son she gave birth to.
"That's all!" He waved his hand, as if to drive away the endless troubles surrounding him, "If the evil woman can get out of the palace alive, she can send her to Mingyue Temple outside the city."
Feng Chenyu closed her eyes in despair, and the sound of broken jade sounded in her heart.
Are the Feng family giving up on her?
In Tongshengxuan, Feng Yuheng arranged for Qingyu to review the accounts with Eunuch Zhang, and asked them to go to Qibao Zhai with the land deed. Now the shopkeeper must not be able to use it, and the things in the store have also been destroyed.
There were not many valuable things left in exchange, so she simply asked Qibao Zhai to close down like Baicaotang, and then she would think about it carefully after she finished handling the matters at hand.
As for herself, she left the house with Huang Quan, and her destination was a village on the outskirts of Beijing.
Previously, she promised the old man who bought the fake ginseng that she would visit the doctor in person, and her words should always be fulfilled.
The address was written down by Huang Quan. When they arrived, they were catching up with a family in the village who was marrying their daughter. There was a girl covered with a red hijab on a small donkey, followed by a happy woman. The bride herself carried a burden on her back.
I think I carried some clothes on my shoulders. It was desolate and desolate, and there was no hint of joy. Several villagers who were seeing off their relatives followed all the way to the entrance of the village, but they also shook their heads and sighed.
Feng Yuheng stopped the carriage to make way for the donkey, and the onlookers' conversations drifted into her ears: "It's such a pity that a big girl should marry a fool."
"Old Chen's family can't help it. Jiao'er's mother is so sick and the family is in debt. How can she get the money to pay for her mother's medical treatment if she doesn't marry that fool?"
"Didn't I say that I took ginseng last time to extend my life? Why didn't I see any improvement?"
"Ginseng is just a breath of fresh air, and the prescription is not just about ginseng. If you can't get the other medicine, and you don't have the money to hire a doctor, I think the old ginseng stick is used up, and it's time for my mother to swallow her breath."
."
Feng Yuheng thought that the old Chen family that the villagers said was probably the family she was looking for, and quickly asked the coachman to move on.
The carriage drove into the village, twisting and turning, and finally stopped in a remote corner.
Huang Quan helped Feng Yuheng get out of the car and saw that this so-called house was actually a thatched hut with obvious areas exposed to the wind on all sides. There was a cloth curtain hanging at the door, which was regarded as the door.
Such a scene reminded her of the place in Xiping Village where the original owner had lived for three years, and she sighed inwardly.
Huang Quan took the lead in lifting the door curtain, and there was an old couple sitting in the small space, one lying on the other. The person sitting was the old man he saw in Baicaotang that day.
When the old man saw someone coming, he was stunned for a moment, and then he saw that it was Feng Yuheng. He was so surprised that he didn't know what to say.
The old lady was seriously ill and struggled for a long time but couldn't get up. However, she kept asking: "Is Jiao'er back?"
Old Chen's nose felt sour, he turned around and wiped it on his face casually, and then said to Feng Yuheng: "Miss, why are you here?"
"Last time I promised to treat aunt in person, and I never break my promise." She smiled lightly and walked to the straw couch and sat down next to the old lady. "Auntie stretched out her hand and let me have a look."
Old man Chen looked at Feng Yuheng sitting on his dirty straw couch in a clean and flowing dress. He was embarrassed and moved at the same time. He had never had any hope that Feng Yuheng could come in person, and they didn't charge any money.
Giving a ginseng was already a great favor. How could such a wealthy lady come to a place where low-class people like them live?
But Feng Yuheng really came.
He quickly told his wife: "This is the great benefactor who gave us ginseng! He is the owner of Baicao Hall in the capital!"
Upon hearing this, the old lady even wanted to stand up and kowtow to her benefactor, but Feng Yuheng stopped her and said, "Madam, it is important to see a doctor."
She took her pulse carefully and found that the old lady's symptoms were indeed similar to what she expected. She became sick due to overwork, and as people get older, geriatric diseases come to the door. It is not too serious for modern medicine, but in
In ancient times, which had no medical conditions, it was a fatal disease.
"Madam, let me ask you, do you often feel angina in your chest, accompanied by suffocation and breathlessness?" She put down the old lady's wrist and began to inquire about the symptoms.
The old lady was surprised that such a young girl could actually see a doctor, and could describe her illness so accurately. She couldn't help but nodded, "My benefactor is absolutely right."
"Yes." Feng Yuheng asked again: "Does this kind of cramping pain only start from the heart at first, and gradually spread to the shoulders, arms, and even fingers? And this kind of pain becomes more intense and lasts longer each time.
Longer than once?”
"How do you know?" The old lady was completely conquered by Feng Yuheng, "None of the old doctors who came to see me before were so accurate."
When Old Man Chen heard this, he quickly said: "The owner of Baicaotang is of course the most powerful person!"
Feng Yuheng smiled and did not explain. She knew in her heart that the old lady had coronary heart disease, but in this era of extreme lack of medical equipment, there was no guarantee that she could last long just relying on drugs. What's more, the Chen family was like this
The conditions do not look like a place where patients can rest in peace and recuperate.
"There is a medicine box in the carriage. I will go get it myself. Uncle Chen, go get a bowl of water first. My girl will take care of it." Feng Yuheng returned to the carriage without letting Huang Quan follow.
As soon as he entered the carriage, he immediately lowered the curtain, opened the small medicine box inside, and rummaged through the pharmacy space with his mind. Finally, he found several medicines for the treatment of coronary heart disease. He picked them up again and found them all.
Unpack it and put it into the empty porcelain bottle prepared in the medicine box.
When she returned to the thatched cottage, old man Chen's water was also brought. She fed the old lady some medicine, then handed the porcelain bottle to old man Chen, told him the time and precautions for taking the medicine, and then she stood up and left with peace of mind.
Old man Chen didn't know how to thank her, so he said he wanted to kowtow to express his gratitude.
Feng Yuheng thought for a while and then said to him: "If your daughter doesn't marry well, you can still get her back if you go after her now." After saying that, she took out a fifty-tael silver note from her sleeve pocket, "
In any case, the old man and Baicaotang are destined to be together. If it weren't for the old man, I'm afraid I wouldn't have found out the dirty tricks so quickly. These are my thank you gifts to the old man. Let's go and bring Jiao'er back. If she is willing
, let her come to Baicao Hall to see me in three days."
What needs to be done has been done, and what needs to be said has been said. Feng Yuheng did not stay any longer and took Huang Quan back to the carriage. The coachman shouted and the carriage drove away from the village.
Huang Quan seemed to understand why Feng Yuheng wanted the daughter of the Chen family to come to Baicaotang, and couldn't help but ask: "Miss, do you want to recruit more people?"
Feng Yuheng didn't hide anything from her and nodded seriously: "That's right. I was still young when I left the capital and didn't understand anything. This great capital is simply an extremely strange place for me. If I didn't have some of myself around me,
Those who have faith will not know when they will be betrayed."
Huang Quan agreed with her words, "Yes, the Feng family has made all three shops like this. If there are our own people in the shop, how could we let the Feng family bully them like this?"
Feng Yuheng said nothing. On the one hand, cultivating her own power was one thing. She also had an idea about Baicaotang that had been swirling in her mind these days.
Due to her occupation in her previous life, she would always see patients with itchy hands. If Baicaotang could develop into a hospital-like existence and she would focus on cultivating some professionals in this area, then it would not count for this era.
Is this a blessing?
Feng Yuheng has always been worried about the injuries on Huaixuan Tianming's body. The bottom line is: the medical conditions are not allowed. She has all the skills, but no suitable equipment to assist. If the Dashun Dynasty can gradually improve the medical conditions,
Then no more people will follow in this footsteps.
Of course, these are all things for later. She knows that until everything is stable, everything is just a fantasy.
She closed her eyes slightly and leaned against the carriage to rest her mind. Huang Quan also followed her example and leaned aside.
But before she leaned close for a while, Feng Yuheng's ears twitched sensitively.
She heard a sound, as if something was coming through the air and roaring in the wind, approaching with strong murderous intent.
She and Huang Quan opened their eyes at the same time and reacted at the same time - Feng Yuheng leaned back and went straight to the window, while Huang Quan pulled out the sword from his waist and faced the curtain of the car in front of him and blocked it, and at the same time shouted at the driver.
--"careful!"
Just as Feng Yu Heng rushed out of the window, Huang Quan's sword was hit by a sharp arrow. The force was so strong that her jaw was numb.
Fortunately, he escaped this disaster. If he hadn't appeared early, the arrow would have hit Feng Yuheng's heart.
Huang Quan took a deep breath, and without saying a word, he threw himself out through the car window.
The two were not far apart and met immediately after landing. Feng Yuheng asked Huang Quan worriedly: "Are you okay?"
Huang Quan felt warm in his heart and said quickly: "It's okay. Is the lady injured?"
"No."
After learning about each other's situation concisely and clearly, the two of them did not speak again. They stood back to back warily, one holding a sword, and the other touched a few silver needles between his fingers at some point.
Soon, countless black-masked men in black swarmed up from all directions, surrounding the two women.
These men in black didn't talk nonsense. They came up with long knives and slashed, causing Feng Yuheng to frown. Why the hell, wasn't the standard start-up mode for such a situation to start with a few opening remarks? She had to ask who the other party was.
, and then the other party said, "There is nothing to explain to a dead man." This is only right!
The twelve-year-old girl put her hands into palms and held a fine silver needle. She was depressed that her first robbery in ancient life did not follow the routine, and she was also thinking about whether she could successfully break out.
Huang Quan's martial arts is extremely high, and her swordsmanship is superb. Although she has clearly seen that her young lady is not a good person, she still protects her with all her strength, fearing that she will be hurt at all.
Feng Yuheng actually wanted Huang Quan to run away first. As long as Huang Quan was not around, she could disappear into thin air at any time and no matter how many thieves there were, they would not be able to find her. But that was not possible now. She could not be too blatant. She still
I don't want to be thought of as a monster.
It's a pity that this small body is really not up to par, and she already has cramps in her calves after a few rounds. Feng Yuheng feels that if she continues to fight, even if she is not killed by this group of people, she will have to tire herself to death. What's more, she is good at it.
She has always been into close combat and marksmanship, but in this kind of sword and sword shadow, she can hardly even get close to the enemy, so what's the point of fighting? [End of this chapter]