Divine Doctor: Daughter of the First Wife Chapter 138: I’m afraid it’s a disaster

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Finally, after the seventy-seven forty-nine needles were inserted, Chen Yu's sweat had soaked the entire bed, and the old lady, Feng Jinyuan and the girl were also half exhausted.

Feng Yuheng asked Huang Quan to put away the silver needle and wiped his hands while saying quietly: "This is really a strange disease. If Po Aheng had given the needle a little later, I'm afraid my eldest sister wouldn't be able to wake up in this life." Coming."

The old lady was frightened for a while and couldn't help but glare at Feng Jinyuan: "Thanks to me, I called Aheng over. If you had left me to call those quack doctors, you would regret delaying Chen Yu."

Feng Jinyuan felt that this matter was very strange, especially the resentful look in Chen Yu's eyes after he opened his eyes, as if he was about to sting Feng Yuheng to death like a poisonous scorpion. He looked nothing like a person who had just woken up from a coma. ?

He seemed to understand something. Looking at Chen Yu's hands that were riddled with holes, he shuddered - could it be that Chen Yu was pretending to be sick, and he and the old lady were both sick? Feng Yuheng's Tao'er, hurting her daughter?

Feng Yuheng watched Feng Jinyuan's eyes gradually clear up, and knew that he had thought about it, so she couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips.

This Feng family is getting more and more interesting!

"Feng Yuheng!" Feng Jinyuan gritted his teeth and looked at this daughter, unable to strangle her to death with his own hands, "You are so cruel!"

This was said in a low voice, forced out from between the teeth.

Feng Yuheng blinked at him with a pair of smart eyes, and suddenly showed a charming and poisonous smile like a poppy, and said: "So what?"

Yes! so what?

Even if Feng Jinyuan guessed that Chen Yu was pretending to be ill, could he tell the truth? Does Chen Yu dare to admit it?

Father and daughter can do nothing but admit defeat. Chen Yu received forty-nine injections in vain. On the surface, he had to be grateful to the person who administered the injections, which made them vomit just thinking about it.

"Okay." The old lady wiped her face under the service of Aunt Zhao, and then said: "Now that Chen Yu has woken up, I'm relieved." She ordered the servants in the room: "You guys I helped the eldest lady change her clothes and bedding. They are all soaked with sweat. Just take a shower first to avoid catching the wind and cold."

The servants nodded in agreement and began to get busy.

The old lady looked at Feng Yuheng again, her eyes full of gratitude: "Thank you for your hard work, Ah Heng. I didn't sleep all night last night, and now I wake you up again. Grandma feels really sorry."

Feng Yuheng comforted her: "Grandma, please don't say that. Don't say that it's the eldest sister who is sick, it's someone else. As long as grandma says a word, Ah Heng will definitely help."

The old lady felt that Beier was honorable, so she praised Aheng repeatedly, and then took Feng Yuheng's hand and walked out of the yard together.

When Feng Jinyuan and Chen Yu were left alone as father and daughter, Feng Jinyuan especially wanted to ask Chen Yu if he was faking his illness. But when he saw the angry look on Chen Yu's face, he felt that there was no need to ask anymore. The answer is yes, but I don't know why Chen Yu would pretend to be sick like this.

Back at Tongshengxuan, Huang Quan’s suppressed laughter finally broke out, and he laughed while holding on to an old tree in the yard.

Feng Yuheng waited patiently for her to finish laughing, then asked: "What about it?"

Huang Quan nodded vigorously: "That's great! Miss, your move is really harmful. If the prince knew about it, he would definitely praise you like this."

The phoenix feather touches the forehead, is it damaged? Is this also called praise? You, Prince Yu, are so unique in praising people!

The next day, Feng Yuheng slept until noon. When she woke up, Yao was sitting beside her couch, sewing a piece of clothing in her hands.

She sat up and rubbed her eyes, "Why is mom here? What are you sewing?"

Mr. Yao smiled and said, "I made a bottom coat for you and Zi Rui. It's just a few stitches away from sewing."

"Hasn't the house made enough clothes? Why would mother bother with this?" She stretched out her hand to touch the white cotton fabric. It was very soft and much better than the ones sent by the house.

"Your Aunt An specially selected this from outside. There is not much material, just enough for each of you three children." Mrs. Yao put down her work and reached out to stroke Feng Yuheng's hair, "I used to You didn't eat well in the mountains, so your hair was always yellow and thin. Not only has your hair grown better now, but you also look like a beautiful woman."

Feng Yuheng heard something in Yao's words, stared at her for a while, and said sternly: "Mother, say it directly, there is no need to be like this."

Ms. Yao sighed and held her hand: "Aheng, there are some things that I don't want to ask, but it's really uncomfortable to hold them in my heart. If anyone asks me about them in the future, I don't know what to say."

"Mom, you want to ask me when I learned archery, right?" She knew that although Yao didn't see the skill shown at the palace banquet, it was impossible that no one in the house would gossip. Yao had always been a good person. People who are worried should have doubts.

She gave a common reason: "Taught by the Persians."

"Are there really Persians?" Yao asked directly.

Feng Yuheng smiled and said, "Mother, if you believe it, you will have it. If you don't believe it, you won't. I am your daughter and I will never harm you."

Ms. Yao saw that she didn't want to say more. The reason why she was able to give such a reason was actually so that she could have a reasonable explanation in front of others in the future.

She was helpless, but she stopped pursuing it and just said: "I am your mother, and I only hope you will be well."

Feng Yuheng had to think twice before sending Yao away.

Ms. Yao was already suspicious of her. She could deceive others by saying "Persian", but she could not deceive her mother who lived with her in the mountain village.

I’m just asking today. If there are more unthinkable things in the future, I’m afraid this knot will get bigger and bigger in my heart.

It seems that we have to find a way to distance ourselves from the Yao family and send her to Xiaozhou to accompany Zirui?

Feng Yuheng was making up her mind, but she also understood that this matter could not be rushed. There are too many uncertain factors at the moment. The first thing she needs to do is to ensure that Yao is safe and out of her sight. This matter has yet to be considered.

That afternoon, Qingyu brought back a message: "The Bu family is in great mourning. Now the whole capital is talking about the funeral of Mr. Bu, the Minister of Civil Affairs."

She then remembered the official minister who was beaten to death by his daughter on the night of the palace banquet. I'm afraid that was the most depressing way to die in the world, right?

"The funeral is quite big, isn't it?" She was eating snacks while talking to Qingyu.

Qingyu poured her a bowl of tea, nodded and replied: "After all, he is a second-grade official, not to mention the face of Concubine Bu, how can he not be dignified? Last night, someone bought him from Qibao Zhai. I later sent someone to inquire about a piece of cicada. It was the Bu family who sent someone to buy it."

The so-called cicada is actually a funerary object in ancient times, placed in the mouth of the deceased as a tongue depressor. The cicada is made of jade and is in the shape of a cicada, symbolizing immortality and rebirth. Generally speaking, wealthy people are very particular about it. Bu's family went to Qibao Zhai to buy cicadas, which shows that they attached great importance to Master Bu's funeral.

"Is there any news in the Bu family?" Nowadays, the person who walks around the most is Qingyu. Feng Yuheng gradually got used to asking Qingyu when she had something to do, and she went to Wangchuan and Huangquan to handle matters.

“The guys from Qibaozhai overheard the chat between the two people who came to buy cicadas. It seemed that the Bu family had sent a letter to the general who was far away at the border, asking him to come back for the funeral.”

Feng Yuheng was very interested in the news and was very satisfied with the performance of the Qibaozhai clerk. She told Qingyu: "Give the clerk who heard the news two taels of silver as a reward. At the same time, you must also They made it clear that nothing they heard should be told outside. Except for you and me, anyone who asks for information must rely on my reputation." As she spoke, she told the old lady what she had given her before entering the palace a few days ago. She and Xiangrong handed the Feng family waistband made by Xiangrong to Qingyu: "Look carefully at this. Use it for now. I will replace it when I find a suitable item later."

Qingyu is a very smart girl, and Feng Yuheng understood it with just a few words: "Young lady is going to cultivate informants. Don't worry, I will definitely give advice to the people in the three shops, and at the same time, I will also pay attention to cultivating suitable people." People are put in."

"You are the one taking care of everything outside now, I feel relieved. But the people you have paid attention to should not only take care of business, but also the eyeliner thing just mentioned must be done seriously. People in this area You have to pick people with smart minds, but absolutely no surprises in appearance. Since they can’t be good-looking, and they can’t be ugly, it’s best to have the kind of popular faces that you can’t find in a crowd, so that they won’t leave any impression on others. Make a deep impression so you can reuse it multiple times."

Qingyu nodded: "My servant has taken note of it. Yesterday, the lady mentioned the need to add more people. The servant is also selecting. I can bring a group of people in tomorrow noon and ask the lady to choose."

"You don't need me to choose, just bring good people into the house. I believe you." She doesn't want to do everything herself, and always wants to give the people below some room to grow, even if the people Qingyu chooses are not good enough. Even if it's wrong, it's a growing experience. She trained Qingyu and others so that one day they could hold up a sky for her even if she was gone.

Qingyu was very grateful and even excited for Feng Yuheng's trust.

She was not content to just be an ordinary maid who waited on others. Feng Yuheng used her so highly that he could almost fully unleash her potential, allowing her to stand alone and completely regain her past confidence.

Qing Yu believed that apart from Feng Yuheng, she would never find another master like this in her life.

The master and servant talked for a while, and Qingyu left the house to do some business. Feng Yuheng called Huang Quan and ordered: "Find a way to check Bu Cong. The more information the better."

Huang Quan nodded in agreement, but reminded her: "Then you still have to ask His Highness, or borrow someone over there to check."

Feng Yuheng sighed softly: "Go ahead, we don't have the manpower right now."

Watching Huang Quan leave in a hurry, Feng Yuheng couldn't help but feel a little anxious. In this era without convenient communication and transportation, how important it is to establish a strong information network!

Bu Cong, the man with whom she was said to have some dispute was about to return to Beijing. Why did she feel a little flustered when she heard the news?

When she heard about the past between the original owner and Bu Cong at the Palace Banquet that day, she thought it was a beautiful story, and she even listened to it with a bit of gossip.

But now, her intuition told her that Bu Cong's return to Beijing would be a disaster for the Feng Mansion or for Feng Yuheng...