The Grand Secretary’s Pampered Wife

Xiao Liulang looked at him indifferently: "Do you mean these words, or his?"

he?

Did you call your own father that?

Does he know who his own father is?

A dignified first-rank Marquis, under one person, over ten thousand people.

Since ancient times, there has been no one who can still serve in the court, and the Marquis of Xuanping is the first.

He was able to contain the entire Zhuang clan by himself, and the person whom His Majesty trusts most today is him.

He himself became a princess, his sister became a queen, and he successfully suppressed the eldest prince and sent his nephew to the crown prince early.

Believe it or not, just say one sentence: Marquis Xuanping is short of sons, and those who are willing to be sons of Marquis Xuanping can go from Zhao State to Liang State.

This young man is fine.

Does he need to care whether every sentence is what Lord Hou meant?

Wouldn't it be fragrant to go back to the manor obediently and be a powerful and powerful young master?

Liu Guanshi smiled and said, "Do you think I would dare to admit you back if it wasn't for Lord Hou?"

This is the big truth.

As for how to recognize it, and whether some measures will be taken in the process of recognition, it is Manager Liu's responsibility.

Most people can't think of this level, but Director Liu always felt that every word he said was true or false, all of which were seen by the young man in front of him.

It doesn't feel good.

Guanshi Liu frowned, and Xu Yu smiled again and said, "Young master, it's already the twelfth lunar month, don't you really think about going back to the Hou's Mansion for the New Year?"

Xiao Liulang ignored him and turned around in the direction of Bishui Hutong.

Today is the school holiday, and Xiao Jingkong didn't come to Guozijian, so it's fine for him to go home alone.

His crutches were found, and his clothes were changed. There was no sign of being bullied in Guozijian.

Looking at his stubborn back, the servant asked, "Steward Liu, are we really not helping the young master, and we just watch the young master being bullied by the people from the Guozijian?"

Manager Liu hesitated for a moment, and every time he felt that he could hold the other party, the other party could always escape his control.

The servant said, "Mr. Liu, why don't we..."

Steward Liu raised his hand and stopped him from the next words: "Wait, I don't believe that he can still be as tough as before when he arrives at the Guozijian."

The capital is not a county, and Zheng Siye is not a county magistrate. Did he think this was all the trouble? There are still many people like Zheng Siye, and one day he will not be able to hold it!

The servant reminded: "Steward Liu, the young master's bones are too hard, should we think of something else? You promised you that you would bring the young master back to the manor for the Chinese New Year, and there is only one month left."

Mentioning this, Director Liu's brows furrowed.

He didn't think it was a difficult task at first, but he boasted in front of Hou Ye.

It was not even summer when he went to the county seat. He felt that he had enough time and was not in a hurry. Who would have thought that half a year had passed in such a flash.

But what other way could there be?

"That..." the young servant scolded, "Isn't the young master married? Maybe that young lady is willing to be the young mistress of the Hou residence?"

Steward Liu squinted his eyes: "You mean... the daughter of the Ding'an Marquis's family?"

As the wife of his own young master,

How could Director Liu not investigate the identity of the other party?

Besides, the Ding'an Hou's mansion didn't have to hide it, and it was easy to find out that she was the real daughter, and that Gu Jinyu was the false daughter who was holding the wrong one.

Manager Liu did not pay much attention to this daughter.

Because I don't care, I don't pay attention, and I never thought about starting from her.

Seeing that Guanshi Liu was listening, the servant quickly continued: "The young lady grew up in the country, and I heard that she was very timid, so she didn't dare to go back to the Hou's mansion. But she was very kind to the young master, and she was very small several times. When I came to Guozijian to inquire about the news, I saw her waiting for the young master outside."

Liu Guanshi thought about it and smiled: "It's not a solution."

Steward Liu didn't know about Gu Jiao's co-opening of a medical clinic, so he went directly to Bishui Hutong.

The old lady was having a good time playing poker with some neighbors, and she didn't have time to take care of others: "Go to Miaoshoutang to see a doctor!"

"What did she say?" Manager Liu asked in the carriage.

The little servant scratched his head: "It seems... let's go to the Miaoshoutang."

"What is Miaoshoutang?" Manager Liu had never heard of it.

The little servant thought for a while and said uncertainly, "It seems to be a newly opened medical clinic next to the women's school."

At this time, Gu Jiao didn't know that she was being cared for. The girl was taking a riding and archery class. A girl fell off the horse and dislocated her arm on the spot.

People have just been sent.

Cry uncontrollably.

"What's your name?" Gu Jiao asked.

"I... my name is... uh!" she cried and burped.

Gu Jiao stretched out her hand to look at her arm. She was afraid of the pain, so she howled like a pig: "Don't touch me!"

Gu Jiao said, "I won't touch you. You have a scratch on the back of your hand. I will clean the wound for you so that it won't touch your arm."

"Really, really?" She looked at Gu Jiao in disbelief.

"Really." Gu Jiao gently placed her hand in the palm of her hand, avoiding the place where she was dislocated, "Your hands are so beautiful, what do you usually use to wash them?"

No one doesn't like being complimented, and she said, "Rose water... uh! After washing... uh! Apply vanishing cream... uh!"

Gu Jiao said, "I see other people rub it too, but your skin is not as good as yours."

She said, "That's not my natural beauty... ah—"

Before she finished speaking, Gu Jiao had already taken her arm back.

A certain girl who was naturally beautiful looked at herself in the bronze mirror and shivered with fright, almost not fainting.

what! Where is the crazy woman from? ! so ugly!

What kind of doctor with a good hand and a kind heart is this, how can he even praise himself for his respectable appearance?

The medical center has been open for many days, but there has been no business, but the women's school contributed to the medical center's performance for a month because of a riding and archery class.

After the little girl, several minor injuries and overly frightened ones came one after another.

Gu Jiao was so busy that her feet didn't touch the ground.

After another patient with minor injuries was sent away, the wooden door of the consultation room was pushed open again.

"What's wrong?" Gu Jiao asked, burying her head in sorting out the medicines on the table.

The other party did not speak.

Gu Jiao raised her head strangely, and saw a woman in a lake blue short jacket and a pink and white fairy dress standing at the door with a smile.

Unlike the last time when she was weak and pale, her face was much more ruddy.

"Remember me, Miss Gu?" she asked with a smile.

Gu Jiao nodded: "Three imperial concubine."

She didn't salute, and the third prince didn't mind.

The third prince stepped inside and said jokingly, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Three Imperial Concubine, please take a seat." Gu Jiao formulaically started the process of seeing the patient.

The third prince concubine pouted, sat down on the chair, put her hand on the table and handed it to her.

"I'll take a look at the wound first." Gu Jiao said.

"Can...don't be here?" asked the third princess.

"Okay." Gu Jiao took the third imperial concubine to her yard.

This yard was left to her by Er Dong's family alone, and no one else had been here except her and her family.

The stitches of the Third Princess Concubine's wound have been removed and healed well.

Gu Jiao took her pulse again, and her pulse was stable.

"It's nothing, the third emperor can rest assured," she said.

"That..." The Third Prince hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "Do you have any medicine to prevent me from scarring?"

Scar cream and scar sticker can be used, but these two medicines are not yet available in the small medicine box.

Moreover, she can't use the medicine now, and she has to wait for the wound to heal completely.

Gu Jiao paused and said, "There is no special medicine at the moment, you can come and see in three days."

"Okay." The third prince and concubine responded.

Seeing that she was cold, Gu Jiao went to the stove to bring a kettle and poured her a cup of hot tea.

"Thank you." The third prince held up the teacup and took a sip, her body was finally warmer.

She looked at the furnishings in the room and couldn't help but ask, "Do you live in the hospital?"

Gu Jiao said, "No, I live nearby."

Although the third imperial concubine had only met Gu Jiao twice, and their identities were very different, she somehow felt that Gu Jiao was very kind.

The third prince concubine looked at Gu Jiao: "I hear your accent doesn't look like someone from the capital."

Gu Jiao said, "I'm from the county seat."

The third princess nodded: "How old are you?"

Gu Jiao: "Fifteen."

The third imperial concubine smiled: "I am a few years older than you, and my surname is Du."

Gu Jiao is not good at speaking, she always answers whatever the Third Prince Concubine asks.

However, she was willing to answer, at least it showed that her impression of the third prince and concubine was not bad.

"Eh? What is that?" The third prince concubine is a fan of Qin, and it is easy to notice things related to Qin.

Gu Jiao looked at the box on the case and said, "Guqin."

It was Xiao Jingkong who gave her the violin, and she made a violin case by herself.

It is not the same as the piano case sold on the market, so the third princess could not recognize it at a glance.

"Can I take a look?" asked the third princess.

"Yeah." Gu Jiao nodded.

The third prince put down the teacup, came to the long desk, and carefully opened the piano case.

A guqin that was burnt to black came into her eyes.

From the appearance alone, there is nothing special about this qin, it is the style of the Fuxi qin.

Another imitation piano?

The third princess was a little lost.

Everyone in the market is proud of getting a better imitation Fuxi qin, but the third prince and concubine would rather use an ordinary guqin than an imitation Fuxi qin.

When Chen Guo paid tribute to the Yueying Fuxi Qin, it was the best imitation Qin. His Majesty originally planned to give it to her, but she rejected it. I heard that he was rewarded the daughter of Ding'an Houfu soon after.

The third prince was going to play a song, but now she lost the desire to play. She touched the end of the piano, politely praised it, and closed the lid.

Then she saw another token placed on the table - the small headroom came to play, and forgot to put it back, the smart and clever little headroom has a big disadvantage, that is, it can't pack things!

This token was so familiar that the Third Prince took it up and asked in astonishment, "Miss Gu, how can you...how do you have this?"

Gu Jiao calmly said, "I picked it up."

The third prince and concubine breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "This is the token of Xuanping Hou's mansion. It's an old token. Don't let others see it, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble."

It wasn't the first time someone had told her that getting involved with Xuanping Hou's mansion would cause trouble.

"What is an old token?" Gu Jiao asked.

The third prince pointed to the totem on the instruction board: "This is a pattern from more than ten years ago. I felt that the meaning was not obvious, so I gave the rattan here."

That cane is only a small one, and ordinary people can't see it. She is a princess, and she must know all the patterns related to the royal family.

This token looks a few years old, but Gu Jiao didn't expect it to be so old.

The two talked for a while, and the third prince and concubine left.

The women's school on the other side has also been dismissed. The medical center is now mainly engaged in the business of women's schools. When they go home, the business is basically over.

The second owner left Song He on duty at the medical center, while Gu Jiao carried the basket on his back and went home.

Just as she turned a corner, a carriage stopped in front of her.

A middle-aged man in luxurious clothes stepped down from the carriage. He had a wide heart and a fat body. He looked honest and good-natured, but his shrewd eyes seemed to penetrate the heart.

"Excuse me, is this Miss Gu from the Marquis of Ding'an Mansion?" The middle-aged man bowed his hands amiably.

It was obviously a question, but he said it in a firm tone.

Gu Jiao looked at him calmly: "Who are you?"

Steward Liu smiled and said, "My surname is Liu, I wonder if the young master has mentioned me to you?"

"Which young master?" Gu Jiao asked.

Manager Liu was a little surprised. Are the couple so unfamiliar? After coming here so many times, the young master never mentioned himself to her?

He reminded: "I also sent someone to your house to give New Year's gifts, but unfortunately the young master didn't ask for it."

"Oh." Gu Jiao had an impression after saying that. Not long ago, someone did come here and pulled a cart of silver charcoal. Xiao Liulang refused without thinking.

"Your young master, my husband?" Gu Jiao asked.

Liu Guanshi smiled brightly: "Exactly."

Gu Jiao paused and asked, "From Xuanping Marquis Mansion?"

Manager Liu was startled.

Since the young master never mentioned himself to her, how did she know that the young master belonged to the Marquis of Xuanping?

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