"The ghost is your woman!" Qi Yue raised her hand and pushed him hard, "The ghost is your woman, get out of here! Sleep on your head!"
Chang Yuncheng almost exploded with anger. This stinky woman was simply crazy! His chest was rising and falling violently, obviously he was very angry. He suddenly let go of Qi Yue and leaned against the carriage.
This time, he didn't throw up his sleeves and leave.
The carriage fell into silence, with the rolling wheels, the sound of horse hooves, and the chatter of the guards pouring in chaotically.
"I didn't think anything of it." Chang Yuncheng saw the muffled voice and said, "It's just a kiss and a hug..."
"Touch your sister! Don't talk to me!" Qi Yue shouted in a low voice.
Chang Yuncheng looked embarrassed, his veins bulging out, his teeth clenched, and he finally said nothing.
Qi Yue leaned on the other side to straighten her clothes. She lowered her head and could see the hickeys on her skin. Thinking of the chaos just now, she felt ashamed, ashamed and angry. She was thrown into such a ghost place, dumped by a modern heartless boyfriend, and then was thrown into such a horrible place.
Men in ancient times almost did something like that. Why was she so unlucky? Her eyes couldn't help but become red, and she couldn't help but shed tears.
Chang Yuncheng saw it.
Apologize? That’s impossible. There’s nothing to apologize for. The apology is also an apology from that woman!
"Stop crying!" he finally muttered.
Qi Yue ignored him and didn't cry. She just raised her hand to wipe away the tears, arranged her clothes, took out the mirror comb, and arranged her hair bit by bit. This was the first time she had done it by herself since she came here.
Comb your hair. As you comb your hair slowly, your mood will calm down.
They didn't speak again until it got dark and they got off the bus to stay.
Darkness enveloped the inn, and the two people who still lived in the same room slept in their own beds, so quietly that the entourage did not dare to make a loud noise even if they vented their anger.
Compared with the quiet inn, there was a lot of excitement in Xie's mansion. When a middle-aged man was brought into the house with constant urging, the woman in the house was crying so hard that she couldn't stand still.
"...Little Doctor An, look at it...Why can't Brother Hao wake up?" Brother Zhao took it in one step and said in a trembling voice.
Even a doctor would not be in a good mood if someone woke him up in the middle of the night, especially for a child who he had diagnosed and treated repeatedly and was told to have vomiting.
"Sickness comes like a mountain, and goes away like a thread. The young master is weak by nature, and it is not easy to take care of him. Don't be anxious, take medicine slowly, and take good care of yourself..." Dr. An said slowly, this picture of Taishan
The expression that collapsed in front of him but remained unchanged was the result of his father's words and deeds. The first thing a good doctor should do is to be confident at all times. This is the greatest comfort to the patient.
"Yes, yes." Brother Zhao nodded in agreement, waved the girl away, and asked Dr. An to sit down.
Dr. An sat down and casually pulled out the baby's hand. The moment he saw the palm fingerprints, his expression changed drastically.
"How could it be!" he shouted, and he stood up suddenly.
This shout sounded like thunder in the ears of everyone in the room.
"Doctor!" Brother Zhao's wife shouted, her feet softened and she sat on the ground.
In other words, the child's illness is indeed very serious...
Old lady Xie was also alarmed and came over with the girl in her arms.
"How could a person with diarrhea cause such trouble?" She sat down and gasped.
It was difficult to raise children. Only two of the three children she raised by herself survived, and now there is only one left. When it comes to the generation of grandchildren, they have also been slow to have children. It was difficult to raise them, but now they are about to die.
It’s been a hundred days, is it still not working?
Three lamps were lit in front of Dr. An. He almost touched the child's palm. People next to him could clearly see the fine sweat on his nose. People in the room did not dare to speak loudly, even the eldest aunt
He and his daughter-in-law covered their mouths with handkerchiefs when they cried, for fear of disturbing the doctor's pulse diagnosis.
Hearing what Mrs. Xie said, Dr. An turned around.
"Old madam, this is not diarrhea." He said with a serious look on his face.
Old lady Xie stood up suddenly.
"No matter what it is, just tell me how to treat it." She said, already guessing something in her heart, and her words were trembling.
Doctor An sighed and shook his head.
"This is a symptom of convulsions caused by the liver not storing blood. This disease first starts in the liver. The liver meridian is wind-heat, combined with wind and fire, and the qi and blood are in chaos. When qi is stagnant, water cannot flow and phlegm will develop. If qi stagnates, blood will be stagnated.
, phlegm and blood stasis, coma, convulsions, and convulsions." He said.
Those words made everyone in the room confused.
"Doctor, since you know the disease, let's cure it quickly." The eldest aunt also said hurriedly.
Doctor An shook his head.
"Well, please forgive me for being powerless..." he said slowly, "there is no cure for this disease."
This sentence made the room boil, and cries and shouts suddenly broke out.
Old lady Xie fell back on her chair.
"When will your father come back?" she shouted.
Doctor An sighed.
"Actually, even if my father comes back, this disease will..." He shook his head and said, but in line with his habit of comforting the family members of patients, he cheered up and said, "Maybe he will be home tomorrow night. If the child can survive until then...
"
After saying that, he bowed again and exited.
The room was full of people wailing, but Brother Zhao's wife stopped crying. She sat on the ground blankly, being pinched and beaten by two three servant girls.
"My grandma, please cry. If you cry, you can't hold it back." The servants cried in tears.
"This is not diarrhea..." Brother Zhao's wife suddenly murmured, repeating this sentence in her mouth.
The servants thought that the young lady was overly sad and mentally confused, so they shed tears and rubbed and comforted her.
Brother Zhao's wife's voice became louder and louder, and she stood up suddenly.
"This is not diarrhea! She said it! She said it at that time! She knew!" she shouted violently.
The cries in the room were muted by her shout, and everyone couldn't help but look at her.
Brother Zhao's wife had already rushed out the door, and several servants were so panicked that they quickly held her down.
"Let me go, go and ask her, go and ask her to save Brother Hao!" Brother Zhao's wife struggled and screamed like a madman.
"Stop her quickly." My aunt shouted in tears, "What is this?"
Brother Zhao's wife was dragged out of the door, so she had to throw herself at Brother Zhao.
"Ms. sir, go and ask the prince and the young lady quickly. The young lady will definitely be able to cure it." She cried, holding her man's arm tightly with so much force that two nails were broken and she couldn't even feel it.
"What did you say?" Brother Zhao asked in confusion as his wife pinched him painfully.
"You remember, when the young lady left today, when she looked at Brother Hao, didn't she say that Brother Hao didn't feel like he had diarrhea, and she wanted us to pay more attention." Brother Zhao's wife said anxiously. Thinking of that time, she looked at it again.
Now, tears are flowing like a fountain.
It was her, she was the one who harmed the child. If the young lady had seen it at that time...
After hearing what she said, everyone in the room remembered it and their expressions suddenly became exciting.
"This... this may be what she said casually. It's a coincidence..." the eldest aunt hesitated and said.
"Who?" Mrs. Xie was deaf and asked loudly.
"Grandma." Brother Zhao's daughter-in-law stumbled over, knelt down in front of Mrs. Xie, and cried in tears, "Please ask the young lady to come back quickly. She will definitely be able to cure it. Didn't the prince say that she is a miracle doctor?"
.”
Old lady Xie heard clearly and stopped the crutch in her hand.
"What nonsense. Do you believe this? She is some kind of miracle doctor. If she were a miracle doctor, I would become a god!" she shouted.
"But the prince will not lie. Grandma, don't you know the temper of the prince?" Brother Zhao's wife hugged her knees and cried, "Grandma, when has the prince ever deceived anyone?"
Old lady Xie sat on the chair with a complicated expression.
Yes, her grandson has never lied to anyone, and whatever he says is what he says...
"Did she really say that Brother Hao didn't have diarrhea?" she asked.
"She saw Brother Zhao this morning, and she said at that time that it didn't seem to be diarrhea, but...but she didn't let her..." Brother Zhao's wife nodded, and when she said this, tears started to fall like rain again, and she couldn't help but raise her hands to hit her.
He slapped himself, "Brother Hao, it was my mother who hurt you..."
She slapped herself in the face, but the aunt on the side thought it was a slap in her face.
At that time, I didn’t allow others to see it…
"This, this, this, how can she be a miracle doctor? You are in a hurry and seek medical treatment now. What she said was just casual. It was your own imagination. Besides, even Dr. An said it can't be cured..."
The eldest aunt said with a complicated expression.
She really hoped that there would be such a miracle doctor who could save her grandson's life, but how could that person be the beggar young lady in Dingxihou Mansion?
Old lady Xie jerked her cane and made up her mind.
"Prepare your horse and go after him," she shouted.
Qi Yue actually didn't sleep all night.
She and Chang Yuncheng still lived in the same room, but this time they didn't fight over the bed or the cot. In fact, they didn't say a word since they got on the carriage.
"What should we do?" Qi Yue turned over and rubbed the messy hair again.
It seems that Chang Yuncheng really has no intention of divorcing his wife anymore...
This is a great joy for Qi Yueniang, but the key point is that she is not Qi Yueniang.
Are you really married to this man?
This thought flashed across his mind, and Qi Yue couldn't help but turn over again, feeling an indescribable feeling in her heart...
A lifetime is too long...
Especially for her, everything is unfamiliar in this strange time and space, many rules that she cannot understand or accept, too many variables and too many uncertainties...
Even in the time and space she was familiar with, and in an environment where everything was under control, the relationship didn't end in vain.
How long can feelings last here?
Isn’t it crazy to have a relationship with an ancient man?
But what should I do? Should I just tell him that I am not Qi Yueniang and let me go? I am looking for death!
This man is not Aru. His fists as big as sandbags can probably hit him to death and return to reincarnation...
She turned over again and saw the curtain lifted and Chang Yuncheng sitting up.
Qi Yue screamed in fright, pulled the quilt and sat up.
"Okay, what are you shouting for?" Chang Yuncheng shouted quietly and sat cross-legged.
Qi Yue patted her chest and looked at him warily.
"What do you want to do?" she asked in a low voice.
"Tell me, what do you want?" Chang Yuncheng took a deep breath and asked slowly.
Qi Yue was stunned by his question.
"How about what?" she said.
"What should I do so that you can be nice and stop messing around with me?" Chang Yuncheng took a deep breath again and said slowly.
"How could I be fooling around?" Qi Yue said immediately, raising his eyes to look at Chang Yuncheng.
The sky was dim, and his face could be seen clearly in the tent. This young man was in his best years...
"It sounds a bit inhumane..." She hesitated for a moment, deciding that it would be better to get along with others by empathizing with others. A normal man, after three years of fighting in the field, finally returned home and guarded his beautiful wife, but he still couldn't enjoy the happiness of being a couple.
, it is indeed very...
"You don't all have a roommate or something, you can do whatever you want." She finally said.
Chang Yuncheng was stunned for a moment before he understood what she meant. He was angry and funny at the same time.
"Can you have a normal mind?" he shouted.
"You are not in your right mind." Qi Yue immediately frowned and replied.
"Can you not reply when I speak?" Chang Yuncheng gritted his teeth and clenched his hands on his knees.
Qi Yue curled her lips and stretched out her hand to make a gesture of invitation.
Chang Yuncheng was amused again, smiled and sighed.
This stinky woman...
He really couldn't help it.
Chang Yuncheng looked at her, his expression gradually softening.
"Yue Niang." He called, taking a deep breath, "I..."
Just then there was a noise outside the door.
"Your Majesty, Madam, please help me," someone shouted.
The call for help stunned both of them, and Qi Yue quickly got out of bed.
"What's wrong?" she asked loudly.
There were already gas torches in the yard, illuminating it like daylight.
Chang Yuncheng swallowed what he said and stood up.
"What happened?" He asked outside the door, standing next to Qi Yue.*** (To be continued)
