I Am This Type of Woman Chapter 92: City

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Cheng Anbo Mansion is noisy at the moment, but fortunately it is not panic. The doctor in the mansion was good at treating typhoid fever and headaches, but was not very good at treating bruises and injuries. The housekeeper asked someone to go to the Imperial Hospital to call for a doctor, but no one came for a long time. He was so angry that he couldn't help but cursed a few times, then turned around and asked for a doctor from outside.

When the uncle was carried back today, everyone in Cheng'an Bo Mansion was shocked. The uncle's waist and back were covered with blood. The **** who sent him back didn't say anything. He just saluted, turned around and left in a hurry, without even having time to drink water.

The housekeeper was anxious, angry and worried, but apart from his uncle, there was no one else in the house who could make the decision. He could only go out with a few retainers to arrange things in the house.

On weekdays, when things are going well, everyone is attentive and considerate. But if you are a little depressed, even the imperial doctor will seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. If he were an outsider, the housekeeper might be able to understand this kind of thing, but since the person involved was his uncle, it was inevitable that he would have some resentment in his heart.

"Grandpa Butler," a boy ran back in a hurry, "The doctor is here!"

"Is he the old doctor from Pinghetang?"

The boy gasped and shook his head.

"Didn't I tell you to ask the doctor from Pinghetang?"

"As soon as I walked halfway, I met someone from the Jingting Palace," the young man explained quickly. "It turned out that the master of the Jingting Palace heard that something happened to the uncle, so he took the people from their residence. The doctor sent it here."

The housekeeper was overjoyed when he heard this and asked the servant to invite the doctor into the yard where the uncle was. I felt extremely grateful to the people of Jingting Palace. At the critical moment, my master's future in-laws could be relied upon.

Throughout the ages, there have been few people who offered help in times of need, and few who offered icing on the cake. At this juncture, the Jingting Palace dared to send someone over in a big way, and its kindness was beyond the reach of others.

As soon as he turned around and walked a few steps, he heard another report from his servants: Princess Fule and Prince Jingting came to visit.

"Invite me quickly!" the housekeeper thought. This seems to be Princess Fule's first visit to the uncle's house?

Thinking of this, he could no longer stand. He turned to the steward behind him and said, "We will give you a grand reception. Don't let the princess and the prince be slack in the slightest!"

"Yes."

The servants of Cheng'an Bo Mansion were shocked. It seems that what happened today is not a big deal. The uncle's fiancée is very favored by His Majesty. With her dealing with it, even if the uncle really offends His Majesty in some way, Your Majesty will not embarrass my uncle too much.

As soon as Banhua and Ban Heng entered the door, they were warmly received by everyone in Cheng Anbo's house. She had just gotten off the horse and her bun was a little loose. But she didn't care much. She scanned all the servants and finally selected a middle-aged man dressed in brocade as a steward. "How is your uncle?"

"Back to the princess, the doctor is currently treating my uncle's injuries."

"Take me there." Banhua walked straight forward. Although she didn't know where Rong Xia lived, the main structure of the house of a noble family had rules, and she still knew the general direction.

"Princess, please come this way," the housekeeper was stunned for a moment when he saw that Banhua had turned against the guest. Then he ran after Banhua, bowed his head and led her to the uncle's yard.

In the inner courtyard, Rong Xia lay on the bed and turned his head to look at the two doctors standing respectfully in the room. He did not speak and the room was unusually quiet.

"Uncle." Du Jiu, who was standing by the bed, couldn't help but said, "You... let the two doctors take a look."

Rong Xia lowered her eyelids, "There was no panic or regret that a courtier should have after being punished by the emperor. His face was as calm as water, making it impossible to see any emotion.

After a while he said: "I'm tired."

"I dare not." A doctor hurriedly saluted, "We are also following the orders of the princess and the prince."

"Thank you for your concern, Crown Prince and Princess," Rong Xia's lips turned a little white, "Two doctors, please come forward."

The doctor took a closer look and found that the clothes and blood on Rong Xia's back had condensed together. They looked at each other solemnly and took a pair of silver scissors from the medicine box, "Uncle, your clothes The wound is already stuck together. We need to use scissors to cut your clothes. It may hurt a little. Do you need to use numbing powder?"

"What effects will it have?" Rong Xia understood that if there were no effects, the doctor would not specifically ask him if he needed it.

“Using it once in a while does not have much impact, but if the body is not in good health, it can easily affect the person’s sanity, or even cause dependence...”

"No need, just cut it," Rong Xia closed her eyes, "Let's do it quickly."

The two doctors took a deep breath, gritted their teeth, and started slowly treating the clothes and wounds with scissors.

The clothes in early summer were thin and easy to cut. After seeing the extent of the injury, both of them breathed a sigh of relief. The injury looked scary, but it did not damage the bones or inner abdomen. Although they are private doctors, they have seen many people who were beaten and injured. Some people looked fine after being injured, but they died inexplicably within a few days. It was so troublesome that I met the official, and finally asked him to do an investigation, and found out that his internal organs had been injured.

"Uncle, your trauma is very serious. We need to clean out the fabric bit by bit." Every time a bit of fabric was torn open, blood seeped out. The doctor used cotton gauze to stop the bleeding, which made him sweat profusely.

After a while, a pile of **** gauze was thrown on the ground, but only half of the wound was treated.

"County, Princess, please wait a moment..."

The door was pushed open, a gust of wind blew into the house, and the gauze curtain fluttered in the wind. Rong Xia opened his eyes and saw the woman standing at the door.

She was dressed in plain clothes, her hair was in a crooked bun, and she had a slight blush on her cheeks. The sunshine behind her was as bright as gold, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, the woman had already lifted the gauze curtain and walked towards his bed.

He looked at her blankly, stunned.

"Are you okay?"

She stood on the edge of the bed and looked at him. The expression on her face seemed solemn and concerned, and there seemed to be other emotions in it that he couldn't understand. His mind had never been as blank as it was now. The only thing he could do was to stare blankly into her eyes, as if he could determine whether the person in front of him was real or fake.

"Princess Fule." Du Jiu saluted Banhua.

Ban Hua looked at Rong Xia's weakened and blurred back, her eyelids trembled slightly, and she turned to look at Du Jiu, "What happened?"

"I..." Rong Xia said.

"What you should do now is lie in bed and rest quietly," Banhua lowered his face and glared at Rong Xia, "Either you let your guards not answer my questions, or you choose to shut up!"

The graceful and masculine Rong Xia opened her mouth, and finally wisely chose silence.

Du Jiu looked at his uncle who had closed his eyes again, and was a little dumbfounded for a moment. Was he asking him to tell the truth, or was he not allowed to tell the truth? Also, although my uncle's upper body was too **** to be seen, he was still half-naked. The princess just barged in and took a look at my uncle. Who was this?

Seeing that the uncle chose to remain silent under the majesty of the princess, Du Jiujiu gritted his teeth, clasped his fists at Banhua and said: "Princess, when the uncle and Mr. Yao entered the palace today to meet the emperor, your majesty suddenly became furious and said that uncle My uncle and Mr. Yao did not teach the prince well and led the prince to go astray. In anger, I had people beat me and Mr. Yao."

"Poor teaching?" Banhua frowned, "The prince is his eldest son, and he is older than Rong Xia. Even if he makes a mistake, can he be blamed on Rong Xia?"

Du Jiumoran, an emperor who can reason, is he still an emperor?

"What happened to the prince?" Banhua felt that the emperor could not lose his temper for no reason. This was not like Emperor Yunqing's behavior. Could it be said that when a person gets sick, his personality also changes?

"This..." Du Jiu hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at Rong Xia.

"I asked you to talk to me, what do you think he did?" Banhua said lightly, "If you can speak, then speak. If you can't, then don't speak."

Rong Xia opened her eyes and looked at Du Jiu.

"There is nothing that I cannot say in front of the princess," Du Jiu said with a subtle expression, "Last night someone discovered that the prince had an affair with a talented person next to your majesty. In the middle of the night after the discovery, this The talented man hanged himself."

"Hanged himself?" Banhua raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Which talented person?"

"Lin Cairen."

Ban Hua suddenly remembered that Lin Cairen had been favored for several days after entering the palace, but due to her background, her status in the harem was not high.

When the late emperor was here, there was a Concubine Lin who was given a white silk ribbon because of her witchcraft in the harem. Now this Lin Cairen is from the same ancestry as the late Emperor's Concubine Lin. What's even more interesting is that these two Lin families are both members of the Lin family of Rong Xia's maternal ancestor.

Same clan, same clan, different branches, same veins.

After Rong Xia's maternal grandmother married into the Lin family, she was involved in royal political struggles and was eventually demoted to a commoner. The Lin family was also affected.

She had also wondered whether Concubine Lin, who was given the white silk ribbon during the reign of the late emperor, really ended up in such a miserable end because of witchcraft or because she was implicated by the Lin family? Apart from the late emperor, I am afraid no one knows the truth of this matter.

"It turned out to be her." Wanting to understand the cause and effect of these things, Banhua sighed, Rong Xia was considered an innocent disaster. He has lived alone these years and has never seen the Lin family get close to him. Now the female members of the Lin family have entered the palace and become concubines. They are not clear with the prince, and the emperor actually angered him.

Looking at Rong Xia's pale face on the bed, he frowned and sat down on the stool next to him, "How is uncle's injury?"

"Back to the princess, Uncle Rong's injury is a bit serious. Fortunately, it is not hurt in the heart, otherwise the root of the disease will be left." A doctor, sweating all over his head, finally removed the cloth from Rong Xia's wound. After taking them all down, what impressed him most was that Uncle Rong didn't say a word.

Seeing that Rong Xia's lips were pale and blue, Banhua frowned and said, "You are a great uncle, so you don't know how to ask the guards to be gentler?"

"When Your Majesty is angry, the guards dare not be too perfunctory. If His Majesty is angered, the consequences will be more serious." Rong Xia smiled, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

"Who is worried about you?" Banhua snorted, "I am worried that something will happen to my fiancé for no reason, and then I will be accused of being a swindler again."

"Don't worry, Huahua, I will never let you be wronged like this," Rong Xia reached out towards Banhua, but as a result, Banhua was too far away from him and he couldn't hold her hand. Instead, he was the one who He stretched out his hand and touched the wound on his body. He couldn't help but frown in pain.

"Lie on the bed and recuperate. Why are you moving around?" Banhua glared at Rong Xia, but Rong Xia still looked at her tenderly.

The corners of her lips moved, and finally she patted his hand, "Okay, be good, take your hand back."

Rong Xia chuckled and took his hand back obediently.

"Uncle, we have to disinfect your wound, please bear with it."

For doctors, wine is the best disinfectant liquid. They used wine to clean the blood on his body and the fine pieces of cloth that might be hidden in the wounds. But wine is undoubtedly a huge irritant to the wound, and Rong Xia is good at forbearing it. When the wine touches the wound, the muscles in his body can't help but tighten. Sweat remained along his forehead, some fell into the pillow, and some fell into his eyes, which were so astringent that they hurt.

The wine was mixed with blood and flowed down. The smell of blood and wine were intertwined. It was really not a pleasant smell.

Rong Xia looked at Banhua with cold sweat: "Huahua, the room is stuffy, go out and get some air."

"I blow in the wind outside every day. It doesn't matter if I don't blow for a while." Banhua saw that his neck was white and his voice was much softer. "Don't worry, although you look a bit ugly now, I won't dislike you." ”

Despite the huge pain, Rong Xia actually laughed out loud: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Banhua sat firmly on the chair and did not move.

Soon the sweat from Rong Xia's body wetted his body, and the doctor put a green herb on his wound, "Uncle, in the house you live in recently, be careful to let in more air through the doors and windows, and don't make it too stuffy. . In addition, we will also prescribe a prescription. The main effect of the prescription is to stop bleeding and suppuration. Only after the injury is completely healed can you use something to replenish blood. If you supplement it too much now, it will be harmful to your wound."

"Thank you." When the wound medicine was applied to his back, he felt a comfortable cold feeling spread throughout his body, and even the pain was mostly gone.

"You're welcome, uncle," said the slightly older doctor, "It was the most unbearable time during the disinfection, but you didn't even complain, I admire you."

"It hurts whether you complain or not, so why not maintain some grace in front of a beautiful lady," Rong Xia said with a smile, "In any case, you two have helped me a lot."

Ban Heng, who had just walked to the door, couldn't help but snort when he heard these words. He was so injured that he couldn't lie down in bed to recuperate, but he still had the energy to please and behave in front of his sister. This is what a gentleman does. wind?

"I don't dare to accept my uncle's thanks," the doctor hurriedly saluted. "My uncle must be careful to eat lightly these days and not eat fat. We will go to your house every day to change his dressing."

After saying this, the doctor saluted Banhua: "Princess, I take my leave."

"You guys should go back first," Banhua nodded to the doctor, turned to Rong Xia and said, "The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and you can't lie down on this bed if it's stained with blood. Just bear with the pain and have someone give it to you." You change rooms."

"That's how it should be," Rong Xia said apologetically, "I have a lot of work today."

"I'm just talking. I'm a doctor who does the work, so there's nothing to be done without hard work." Banhua sighed. Being ordered to be punished by the emperor was not a good thing for the courtiers. I'm afraid it will even be recorded in the history books. Make a note of it.

Rong Xia smiled and did not argue with Banhua about this issue anymore. He was silent for a moment, closed his eyes and said, "You shouldn't have come today."

Everyone knows that His Majesty has an unstable temperament now, and those who have been punished by him will not be reused again. How many people are avoiding him and Master Yao now? A family like the Ban family, which relies on the emperor's favor to live a prosperous life, really shouldn't come to his house at this time.

If this matter reaches His Majesty's ears, it may cause the Ban family to be dissatisfied with the Holy Will, or the Ban family may openly oppose His Majesty. His Majesty might not think so when he was not sick, but for His Majesty now, it is hard to say.

A family like Jingting Gongfu, especially, cannot gamble on the Holy Will.

"There is no right or wrong," Banhua looked at Rong Xia calmly, "For me, there is only willingness or not."

Rong Xia opened her eyes and looked into Banhua's eyes, as if she wanted to see into her soul through these eyes.

"There are too many uncertainties in life. Even if I don't come to see you today, it doesn't mean that our Ban family will always be rich and prosperous." Banhua laughed casually, "What's more, didn't I tell you that the Ban family never Let your own people suffer. If you think I shouldn’t come, do you mean that we shouldn’t treat you as one of our own?”

Rong Xia's eyelashes moved, and her long eyelashes were like brushes, sweeping across her deep eyes: "婳婳..."

"Huh?" Banhua didn't understand why he only called her name and didn't speak.

Rong Xia smiled: "Thank you."

"Didn't I tell you not to say these words to me?" Banhua stood up from the stool, "I feel relieved to see that you are still in such good spirits."

"Are you leaving?" Rong Xia lowered her eyes, lying on the bed looking a little pitiful.

"I'm going out to give instructions to your servants," Banhua wanted to say that it was time to go back, but seeing Rong Xia's disappointed look, her words changed again, "I will stay with you for a while before leaving. ."

Rong Xia smiled immediately. He was already very good-looking. His pale face and weak smile reminded Banhua of a bullied little puppy, cute and pitiful.

She took back her steps and turned to Du Jiu: "Now go and ask the servants to prepare a clean room. Don't put flowers and plants in the room, and don't use incense. Just let it be open and bright." Just ventilate it."

"Yes." Du Jiu quickly accepted the order and retreated.

"Huahua knows so much," Rong Xia smiled and grabbed her hand, "It's great to be talented and beautiful."

"I admit that he is handsome. That's why..." Seeing that he was dishonest, Banhua pulled his hand out, "Stop praising me. I feel embarrassed even hearing it."

"Talent is a talent if you have ability. Talent does not mean knowing poetry, calligraphy and painting," Rong Xia said righteously, "Who stipulates that the word talent only includes these?"

Banhua felt that she was not sure whether she had talent, but she was certain that when Rong Xia wanted to praise her, she would not worry about finding a reason.

She still appreciates such a good and knowledgeable man.

"Uncle Rong, sister." Ban Heng, who had been standing at the door for a long time, finally couldn't bear it and walked in. He couldn't help but gasp when he saw Rong Xia's back with ointment on but no gauze or bandage. Liangqi, there is no good land on his back. How many blows did your Majesty order to hit him?

"It was hurt like this, why didn't you wrap up the wound?"

Ban Hua glanced at the thick layer of ointment on Rong Xia’s back, “Maybe it’s for the wound’s benefit?”

"My back hurts just looking at this injury." Ban Heng took a few steps back, "Uncle Rong, I'd better wait outside." He had never been very courageous, and he didn't want to do it at this time. Losing face, he turned around and walked out with his numb scalp, as if if he took one more look, the wound would be transferred to him.

"My brother is a little timid," Banhua coughed dryly, "I mean no harm."

Rong Xia chuckled: "I know."

Banhua touched her itchy ears and changed the subject, "Do you think the prince... is being plotted against?"

Rong Xia looked away from Banhua: "Maybe, maybe not."

"How is the prince doing now? He is currently in prison, but something happened, and His Majesty is not in good health. Who can we leave important matters in the court to?"

"Your Majesty and the Queen have more than just a prince," Rong Xia sighed. "Without the prince, there are still two princes."

"The second prince?" Ban Hua frowned, "He has an impulsive personality and will retaliate for his anger. How can he govern a country?"

"Huahua," Rong Xia smiled helplessly, "It doesn't matter whether he can or not. What matters is that your Majesty no longer trusts the prince."

It was a huge blow for the emperor of a country to suffer a stroke and be paralyzed in bed. Who would have thought that now there are rumors outside the palace that the Crown Prince's reputation for kindness and virtue is not even equal to that of His Majesty today? After these rumors reached His Majesty's ears, they became a thorn in His Majesty's heart. As a result, the thorn had just been pierced and he had not had time to pull it out. Then there were rumors that the prince had a secret meeting with the concubines in the harem. How could Emperor Yunqing endure it?

A man's status, reputation, and self-esteem were all taken away by one person. How could Emperor Yunqing calm down when he was suffering from illness?

Emperor Yun Qing didn't even think about whether the prince was being plotted against, he only thought about his dignity as an emperor, which was provoked.

And he and Yao Peiji were just a reason for His Majesty to vent his anger and shame, a fig leaf to hide his face. Although the secret meeting between the prince and the concubine will not be spread out of the palace, the person who will supervise the country will definitely be changed.

"If the second prince oversees the country, will it have any impact on you?" Banhua remembered that the second prince didn't seem to get along well with Rong Xia.

This is probably because the love rival is extremely jealous of his love rival?

The second prince likes Shi Feixian, but Shi Feixian likes Rong Xia. Thinking about it this way, she felt like she was the winner with the last laugh, because she was Rong Xia's fiancée.

About...that's it, right?

"Even if I were not the second prince to supervise the country, I would not be able to go to court as I am now," Rong Xia smiled faintly, "I am sick, so I can only take care of myself. I have no intention of doing anything in court but I am powerless."

Seeing him like this, Banhua thought he was feeling sad, so he comforted him: "Don't take it to heart. Some people in the capital don't like to keep their mouths idle. If anything unpleasant comes out, don't worry too much." If you don’t care too much, everything is not as important as your body. The most important thing for you now is to take good care of yourself.”

"I'm not sad." Rong Xia smiled, "Wealth is like smoke, you can't grasp it, so I don't care about it right now."

"That's good if you think so."

Ban Hua breathed a sigh of relief.

A gentleman is a gentleman, and he regards wealth and money as dung. Unlike her, just thinking that her title will be gone in four years makes her feel so sad that she can almost breathe.

I have to admit that there is still a huge gap between people's character.

"It's a pity that I originally planned to fly the paper kites with you after taking a rest," Rong Xia looked at the sunshine outside the door, "When I recover, the weather in the capital will become unbearably hot, and I will fly the paper kites with you again." It’s no longer appropriate.”

"It's okay. It's okay to wait until autumn," Banhua advised. "There will be kites every year. This is a small matter."

The corners of Rong Xia's mouth are curved, like the sunshine in early spring, warm without making people feel hot.

What Ban Hua said to comfort Rong Xia was not wrong. On the second day after Rong Xia was beaten, the prince fell ill, and the second prince came to supervise the country in the court. The second prince did not even try to persuade Rong Xia and Yao Peiji to accept the offer of prayer for illness and recuperation, but approved it directly.

Some people saw the court's attitude and felt that Rong Xia must have been rejected by the Holy One. Otherwise, why would the second prince just let Rong Xia stay at home without even a pretense to persuade him to stay? And he also found some acting minister in the Ministry of Personnel and the Ministry of Household Affairs to temporarily replace Rong Xia and Yao Peiji's positions.

The important thing is that it is a temporary replacement now. After a while, who knows whether it is a temporary replacement or a real replacement?

Some people who had a good relationship with Rong Xia gradually began to stay away from him. These people never came to visit Rong Xia after he was injured.

After this incident, the Ban family once again became the laughing stock of the capital, and there were different rumors outside. Why do you think you have found a good son-in-law? Who knows that once this son-in-law loses power, he will hardly be able to keep his position as minister. There are many people with titles in the court, but they have titles without actual duties. In this capital, they are really not a big figure. How can extreme happiness bring about sorrow? Look at how arrogant they are.

Even some women who once claimed to be in love with Rong Xia no longer mentioned Rong Xia at this time. Although a good-looking man is important, status is even more important. Who can't live with his own glory and wealth?

What's more, without Rong Xia, there are still Li Xia, Zhang Xia and Wang Xia. As long as you are rich, you don't have to worry about these things.

Everyone is waiting to see His Majesty's attitude and dare not approach Rong Xian easily.

At this time, only the Ban family was not afraid, with a silly and bold heart, and often sent things to Cheng Anbo's house.

Everyone thought that the Ban family was seeking death, until half a month later, the palace issued an order to summon the Ban family, and Princess Fule's name was clearly listed in the imperial order, which was the focus of the invitation.